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learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKJQrkNUHLQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKJQrkNUHLQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6603178159598041588?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6603178159598041588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Regresso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEsyruuCNm4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEsyruuCNm4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...num mundo mudo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5704590148957001627?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5704590148957001627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEKC5pyOKFU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEKC5pyOKFU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somethin' - filled up - my heart - with nothin' - someone - told me &lt;br /&gt;not to cry. - but now that - i'm older - my heart's - colder - and i &lt;br /&gt;can - see that it's a lie" The Arcade Fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8295507527234479051?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4242444398722962063</id><published>2009-06-28T05:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:02:25.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Pois..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkcHNEb5KoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/mOgrHVEiTa4/s1600-h/sol+sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352254603263552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkcHNEb5KoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/mOgrHVEiTa4/s400/sol+sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto:S.Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A arte de escutar é como uma luz que dissipa a escuridão da ignorância"&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4242444398722962063?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4242444398722962063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4242444398722962063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4242444398722962063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4242444398722962063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/pois.html' title='Pois..'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkcHNEb5KoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/mOgrHVEiTa4/s72-c/sol+sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7754623336434772369</id><published>2009-06-25T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:43:20.920Z</updated><title type='text'>M.Jackson: Estranha forma de POP</title><content type='html'>Ainda trabalhava quando a vi a triste noticia da morte de Michael jackson, (apesar de nesta altura a CNN ainda não confirmar).&lt;br /&gt;Gosto e sempre gostei de alguns trabalhos do Rei da Pop, mas, sobretudo, sempre tive admiração profissional e alguma pena da sua débil personalidade. De acordo com algumas reportagens e documentários, foi uma criança sem infância, algo que o marcou para sempre, levando mesmo ao estado de suspeito de pedofilia. Especialistas dizem que a necessidade de ele estar ou adorar crianças relacionava-se com o facto de nunca ter tido uma infância normal, não só pelos maus tratos, mas também pelo sucesso precoce. Há muitos anos que sentia pena da sua figura debilitada física e psicológica, vitima de Vitiligo (uma doença não-contagiosa provoca a perda da pigmentação natural da pele). Claro que as plásticas também não ajudaram. Tinha uma fortuna mas era frágil e muito provavelmente infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;Ao nível musical, gostem ou não, foi uma alma que pensou fora do seu tempo. O álbum Triller ficará para sempre na história da música, não só por ser o mais vendido, mas pela inovação, criatividade da música e da imagem. Bad e Dangerous merecem também aplausos. Poucos registos, suficientes, no entanto, para ficarem para sempre. Os concertos eram hinos à extravagância visual e marcos,feitos à sua imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Recordo aqui a minha canção preferida de M.J. Considero-a uma das melhores canções de sempre da POP, principalmente pela sua batida inicial, ainda hoje mexe, mesmo que de forma involuntária, qualquer pé ou rabo num bar, em casa ou numa discoteca. Claro que o MJ era também um rei a dançar.... o eterno Moonwalk(ing).&lt;br /&gt;RIP - The Legend Will Never Die&lt;br /&gt;23h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Quando fui ao You tube buscar este vídeo, fiquei impressionado como os milhares de comentários já existentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7754623336434772369?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7754623336434772369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7754623336434772369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7754623336434772369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7754623336434772369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/estranha-forma-de-pop_25.html' title='M.Jackson: Estranha forma de POP'/><author><name>Rui Goulart</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1754371677876926023</id><published>2009-06-25T21:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:42:23.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Um hino (triste) de TV</title><content type='html'>Não foi há muito tempo que escrevi, aqui, que o triste episódio entre a Manuela Moura Guedes e o Bastonário dos Advogados tinha sido do pior que tinha visto em directo na TV. Errado!&lt;br /&gt;Este, que aqui coloco, bate quase tudo. O jornalista, de um alegado famoso programa da holanda, não teve a oportunidade de conhecer ou falar com os convidados ( com problemas de vozes e não só) antes de ir para o ar. O resultado foi este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXf3wx5nPXU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXf3wx5nPXU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro... o tipo foi despedido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1754371677876926023?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1754371677876926023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1754371677876926023' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1754371677876926023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1754371677876926023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-hino-triste-de-tv.html' title='Um hino (triste) de TV'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1515847621065435489</id><published>2009-06-25T14:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:37:52.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Recebi isto e adorei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkOZHhmbBAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vHHKKkU6e0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351289136803939330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkOZHhmbBAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vHHKKkU6e0Q/s400/IMG_4247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Foto S.Soares: Mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aprendi....que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;é perfeito  enquanto não te apaixonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi....que a vida é dura&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sou mais que ela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...as oportunidades nunca se perdem&lt;br /&gt;aquelas que desperdiças... alguém as aproveita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...quando te importas com rancores e amarguras&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade vai para outra parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...devemos sempre dar palavras boas....&lt;br /&gt;porque amanhã nunca se sabe as que temos que ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...um sorriso é uma maneira económica de melhorar o teu aspecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que... não posso escolher como me sinto....&lt;br /&gt;mas posso sempre fazer alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...quando o teu filho recém-nascido&lt;br /&gt;segura o teu dedo na sua mão têm-te preso para toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aprendi que...todos querem viver no cimo da montanha...&lt;br /&gt;mas toda a felicidade está durante a subida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aprendi que... temos que gozar da viagem&lt;br /&gt;e não apenaspensar na chegada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...o melhor é dar conselhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;só em duascircunstancias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando são pedidos e&lt;br /&gt;quando deles depende a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aprendi que....quanto menos tempo se desperdiça...&lt;br /&gt;mais coisas posso fazer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1515847621065435489?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1515847621065435489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1515847621065435489' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1515847621065435489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1515847621065435489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/recebi-isto-e-adorei.html' title='Recebi isto e adorei...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SkOZHhmbBAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vHHKKkU6e0Q/s72-c/IMG_4247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8794616128250053592</id><published>2009-06-24T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:42:57.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Com pouca... quase a esgotar...</title><content type='html'>Gosto deste tipo, nem que seja pelo nome. Boa letra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjtl2gbolSI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjtl2gbolSI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8794616128250053592?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8794616128250053592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8794616128250053592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8794616128250053592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8794616128250053592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/com-pouca-quase-esgotar.html' title='Com pouca... quase a esgotar...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5507593025161201843</id><published>2009-06-17T15:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:04:56.512Z</updated><title type='text'>O som da pausa....</title><content type='html'>“OQUESTRADA É UM DOS PROJECTOS MAIS DESCONCERTANTES DA MÚSICA PORTUGUESA. O SOM FUNDE O ESPÍRITO DO FADO, DA POP, DO SKA, DO FUNANA E DE OUTRAS HISTÓRIAS QUE CRUZAM O SEU CAMINHO.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-BkBFbwNmQ&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=es&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-BkBFbwNmQ&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=es&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim fazem me lembrar, Sitiados, fado e com pitadas do grande Emir Kusturica....sei lá... ouvi e gostei do CD. Bom para o verão e dançar ao vivo com um copo de vinho numa tasca ou cerveja... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao Hill e Mana 2 pela descoberta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5507593025161201843?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5507593025161201843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5507593025161201843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5507593025161201843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5507593025161201843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-som-da-pausa.html' title='O som da pausa....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3164612749122034316</id><published>2009-06-09T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:31:00.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Pausa para aprender e descansar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Siv6DK3y76I/AAAAAAAAA-k/SqgLxKpaupc/s1600-h/pause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Siv6DK3y76I/AAAAAAAAA-k/SqgLxKpaupc/s400/pause.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344640315170156450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muitas vezes, fazendo uma análise mais justa e desapegada, sem assumir nenhum papel, nem o de vítima das armadilhas da vida, nem da sacanagem dos outros e nem o de culpado, como se tudo o que fizéssemos estivesse definitivamente errado, terminamos descobrindo que há alguma incoerência nisso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Só que para isso precisamos de tempo... e principalmente de coragem para admitir limitações, assumir pensamentos negativos e confiar mais na sabedoria da vida e no seu ritmo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3164612749122034316?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3164612749122034316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3164612749122034316' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3164612749122034316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3164612749122034316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/pausa-para-aprender-e-descansar_09.html' title='Pausa para aprender e descansar...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Siv6DK3y76I/AAAAAAAAA-k/SqgLxKpaupc/s72-c/pause.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4760644687392698961</id><published>2009-06-08T02:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:29:57.512Z</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777116292117506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s400/aaaaaaaaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "A música é a linguagem dos espíritos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khalil Gibran, (o senhor que escreveu um livro muito bom, intitulado "O Profeta")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4760644687392698961?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4760644687392698961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4760644687392698961' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4760644687392698961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4760644687392698961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s72-c/aaaaaaaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4806534434154928158</id><published>2009-06-08T02:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:18:37.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Por fim...</title><content type='html'>...depois fui me deitar a ouvir este espantoso projecto, ou não tivesse a base dos The Gift,(do melhor que Portugal produziu). A melhor homenagem a Amália...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4806534434154928158?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4806534434154928158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4806534434154928158' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4806534434154928158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4806534434154928158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-fim.html' title='Por fim...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2718347783200092764</id><published>2009-06-08T02:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:03:26.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Rescaldo</title><content type='html'>Depois do filme, fui ler o rescaldo das eleições, uma Europa de costas viradas com os eleitores, lembrei-me do meu político favorito. Para ele não havia esquerda ou direita, mas sim causas e muita arte! Cinema, fotografia, literatura etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Yqa7Xdvu7M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Yqa7Xdvu7M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2718347783200092764?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2718347783200092764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2718347783200092764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2718347783200092764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2718347783200092764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/rescaldo.html' title='Rescaldo'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7596943767678681417</id><published>2009-06-08T01:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:21:13.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Relaxar</title><content type='html'>Cansado, depois de semanas longas e de uma noite dura de trabalho, resolvi descer o stress com este filme-documentário, lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZYIfUdIyfs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZYIfUdIyfs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7596943767678681417?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7596943767678681417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7596943767678681417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7596943767678681417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7596943767678681417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/relaxar.html' title='Relaxar'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4077926064089592692</id><published>2009-06-07T17:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:38:58.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Olá</title><content type='html'>Este blog sempre foi um espaço livre e pessoal, aberto a todos, mas nunca teve como objectivo a crítica, ataque ou juízo de valor sobre nada nem ninguém em concreto. Um espaço para amigos. Um local para criar, divagar ou imaginar. Por esta razão, também não vou permitir que faltem ao respeito ou façam falsas insinuações ou ataques que possam mexer com o bom nome ou a liberdade das pessoas que gosto. Aqui não, escolham outro espaço, dispenso gente que viva da inveja, da intriga, das bocas ou da suprema moral no campo pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4077926064089592692?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4077926064089592692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4077926064089592692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4077926064089592692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4077926064089592692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ola.html' title='Olá'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6412581980978419255</id><published>2009-06-03T22:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:14:20.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde gostava de estar a esta hora???</title><content type='html'>.... em Alvalade com as restantes 45 a 50 mil pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Há 13 anos tive o prazer de ver esta digressão, aqui gravada em Espanha dois dias depois do Restelo e disponível em DVD. Com o mesmo Palco, alinhamento etc... Todos saltavam, todos renderam-se a uma banda com mais de 200 milhões de discos vendidos em todo o mundo. Eles, AC/DC, estão entre as 5 bandas com mais discos vendidos de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uD_sBgMdPUI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uD_sBgMdPUI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esta hora Alvalade está a estremecer, porque ao vivo eles são uma verdadeira auto-estrada para o "inferno". For Those About To Rock (We Salute You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6412581980978419255?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6412581980978419255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6412581980978419255' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6412581980978419255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6412581980978419255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/onde-gostava-de-estar-esta-hora.html' title='Onde gostava de estar a esta hora???'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8534714141826102071</id><published>2009-06-03T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:44:55.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Má Educação.... não ver este filme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz2B5RL7fQQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz2B5RL7fQQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei, Pedro Almodovar num filme complexo, provocador e com uma carga muito pessoal, como referiu o realizador espanhol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8534714141826102071?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8534714141826102071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8534714141826102071' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8534714141826102071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8534714141826102071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ma-educacao-nao-ver-este-filme.html' title='Má Educação.... não ver este filme...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1961938579900850727</id><published>2009-06-02T15:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:36:40.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Suspiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SiVB7cijOgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/C556VOozD3c/s1600-h/P1010640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342749022474156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SiVB7cijOgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/C556VOozD3c/s400/P1010640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da ausência, por motivos profissionais, o regresso com jet leg e com um sentimento misto. Aqui, ao meu lado, o mundo contínua a ser pequeno, não na paisagem, mas na alma. Com eles sinto-me cada vez mais enfiado na caverna e nas sombras de Platão. Talvez seja necessário virar as costas e olhar a realidade ou uma entropia da mente. Juntar os pedaços depois e construir um castelo melhor, mais fortalecido, mais humano e amigo, mas, sobretudo, mais racional, escondido e protegido do frio feroz que circunda esta natureza. Nunca devemos andar despidos do espírito quando as nuvens são negras, quando a chuva magoa o corpo, quando o vento empurra para uma terra de ninguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1961938579900850727?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1961938579900850727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1961938579900850727' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1961938579900850727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1961938579900850727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/suspiro.html' title='Suspiro'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SiVB7cijOgI/AAAAAAAAA-c/C556VOozD3c/s72-c/P1010640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4528325198097821083</id><published>2009-05-24T11:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:02:52.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Todos temos.... mas uns,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Shk3VGuY9fI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtrrEhAsHEw/s1600-h/mind-pilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Shk3VGuY9fI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtrrEhAsHEw/s400/mind-pilot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339359668946400754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o peso na consciência fosse de facto algo sólido e material, havia gente que já tinha morrido por excesso de peso, outros não conseguiam andar e ainda outros tinham uma cabeça maior do que  o Evereste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4528325198097821083?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4528325198097821083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4528325198097821083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4528325198097821083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4528325198097821083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/todos-temos-mas-uns.html' title='Todos temos.... mas uns,,,,'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Shk3VGuY9fI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wtrrEhAsHEw/s72-c/mind-pilot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2925699966379345737</id><published>2009-05-23T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:28:11.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Nunca tinha visto algo semelhante....</title><content type='html'>nem em sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAmc1eIrW-8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAmc1eIrW-8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2925699966379345737?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2925699966379345737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2925699966379345737' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2925699966379345737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2925699966379345737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunca-tinha-visto-algo-semelhante.html' title='Nunca tinha visto algo semelhante....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7177430002505826989</id><published>2009-05-14T23:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:00:13.135Z</updated><title type='text'>O peso dos transportes na insularidade.</title><content type='html'>Os Açores e a importância dos transportes marítimos e aéreos, estas imagens documentam todo o peso que exercem em ilhas...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335831377412506706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgyuXggORFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4_UFIF0LZsU/s400/barco+sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O cruzamento entre o marítimo de passageiros e de carga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgyuBfufsPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6TC8p95odU8/s1600-h/barco+zozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335830999246811378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgyuBfufsPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6TC8p95odU8/s400/barco+zozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marítimo e aéreo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335829654073470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgyszMkLbvI/AAAAAAAAA98/AoZQ18JaHhE/s400/barco+avi%C3%A3o+ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTOS:S.Soares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7177430002505826989?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7177430002505826989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7177430002505826989' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7177430002505826989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7177430002505826989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-peso-dos-transportes-na-insularidade.html' title='O peso dos transportes na insularidade.'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgyuXggORFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4_UFIF0LZsU/s72-c/barco+sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3275311926445977924</id><published>2009-05-12T18:30:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:55:37.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Um momento em imagens!</title><content type='html'>Fui  fumar um cigarro pensativo.....relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnGYZ_PLaI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KMr7-sSD5VI/s1600-h/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335013356192345506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnGYZ_PLaI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KMr7-sSD5VI/s400/IMG_3619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olhei para uma lua intermitente entre a luz e os esconderijos nas nuvens carregadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335012744715274530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnF00DviSI/AAAAAAAAA9U/HMFUrl0KMMs/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois tentei brincar e ela desenhou no céu um dos símbolos da fecundação, o Dr esperma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335013835952265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnG0VO6mqI/AAAAAAAAA9k/r7s0P8ZAYSw/s400/IMG_3634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Olhei para o lado e captei uma espécie de lança na direcção de uma sombra em forma de cruz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016570629860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnJTgs3LQI/AAAAAAAAA90/aWgfdTy4PLc/s400/IMG_3552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pensei no sofrimento e nas lágrimas de Jesus Cristo e em toda a atrocidade do Homem... Pregar pessoas numa cruz e enfiar lanças?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335011597134372610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnEyA_InwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/0HixmHMk9rE/s400/IMG_3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subiu-me até à mente como os animais são mais... racionais? Menos maldosos.... Nisto estava esta simpática aranha caseira no pátio a ouvir os pensamentos. Apontei a máquina e ela sorriu, esteve sempre numa pose elegante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010651592253922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnD6-kU4eI/AAAAAAAAA88/wOl6TobNtfU/s400/IMG_3738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mas tal como parte da sociedade, a sua teia escondia o outro lado, uma presa! O lado escuro da Lua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335009843944817234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnDL92LAlI/AAAAAAAAA80/T9GOm4OQcUI/s400/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTOS:S.Soares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3275311926445977924?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3275311926445977924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3275311926445977924' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3275311926445977924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3275311926445977924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-momento-em-imagens.html' title='Um momento em imagens!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgnGYZ_PLaI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KMr7-sSD5VI/s72-c/IMG_3619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1963416798295288338</id><published>2009-05-09T01:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:17:28.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim, sou Melómano e depois? Quero continuar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgTb7gpzehI/AAAAAAAAA8s/9QTTEAm7BhA/s1600-h/52861,1233518077,4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333629674137549330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgTb7gpzehI/AAAAAAAAA8s/9QTTEAm7BhA/s400/52861,1233518077,4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para ouvir as músicas completas e toda a Anatomia do Som, "clicar" com o rato no canto superior direito (janelinha) da Anatomia do Som (coluna ao lado). Isto anda a fazer umas merdas estranhas e já estou com sono, desculpem!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1963416798295288338?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1963416798295288338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1963416798295288338' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1963416798295288338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1963416798295288338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/sim-sou-melomano-e-depois-quero.html' title='Sim, sou Melómano e depois? Quero continuar!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SgTb7gpzehI/AAAAAAAAA8s/9QTTEAm7BhA/s72-c/52861,1233518077,4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6705272468209293079</id><published>2009-05-05T01:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:57:20.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Visão: Com e sem sentidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos :S.Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traseira da Mansão do O.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142620877258626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-Tdnkb_4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/uZgFFqHyxIE/s400/Mans%C3%A3o+do+OG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Animal de Estimação da família O.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332152580624436274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-chWhNTDI/AAAAAAAAA8k/KG2R8K7uEps/s400/Animal+de+Estima%C3%A7%C3%A3o+do+OG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141382306070594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-SVhiDgEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/p944XKCRjo4/s400/3497765982_09a8720880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilha Perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332140980492510818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-R-IqPJmI/AAAAAAAAA78/-cFHwXjvJnU/s400/3497764232_cb3421d36c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332140787901918354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-Ry7ND7JI/AAAAAAAAA70/Xa0FeyYv-RM/s400/3497768622_636ac1758b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6705272468209293079?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6705272468209293079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6705272468209293079' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6705272468209293079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6705272468209293079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/visao-com-e-sem-sentidos.html' title='Visão: Com e sem sentidos...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sf-Tdnkb_4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/uZgFFqHyxIE/s72-c/Mans%C3%A3o+do+OG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6034565556518087887</id><published>2009-04-29T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:54:58.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostei muito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tCqSm4Phug&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tCqSm4Phug&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre algo escondido nas emoções, há sempre algo que fica por dizer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6034565556518087887?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6034565556518087887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6034565556518087887' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6034565556518087887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6034565556518087887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/gostei-muito.html' title='Gostei muito!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4423203724266777682</id><published>2009-04-26T01:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:51:39.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Atempo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: S.S.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SfO8Lfwl0aI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zF7hTNJxPsI/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328809689799315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SfO8Lfwl0aI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zF7hTNJxPsI/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um manto de retalhos no corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a ouvir os gritos de alma do amigo,&lt;br /&gt;num impulso coberto pela incerteza,&lt;br /&gt;numa luta imaginária sem inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio gira a chama da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;num diálogo culpado pela ausência,&lt;br /&gt;em imagens que voam dentro e fora,&lt;br /&gt;num tom rasgado sem obediência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri o mundo brilhante da comédia,&lt;br /&gt;ocupa o lugar de estrela na mudança,&lt;br /&gt;canta alto o desejo na busca do segredo,&lt;br /&gt;num palco desenhado na tua dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tu sabes o lugar do fado do encanto,&lt;br /&gt;um movimento perpétuo na luz da procura,&lt;br /&gt;da palavra entre um rol vestido de pudor,&lt;br /&gt;numa viagem ainda encerrada na ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS 26-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4423203724266777682?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4423203724266777682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4423203724266777682' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4423203724266777682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4423203724266777682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/atempo.html' title='Atempo..'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SfO8Lfwl0aI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zF7hTNJxPsI/s72-c/IMG_1859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8504823462677996622</id><published>2009-04-23T17:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:14:24.948Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostei de receber...</title><content type='html'>HOJE É O DIA INTERNACIONAL DOS PERTURBADOS&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te que todos os sessenta segundos que tu gastas irritado, perturbado ou louco, é um minuto de felicidade que nunca mais vai voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327935855913863538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SfChbq3QCXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/UVd5hKioRHQ/s400/3456961395_579ff1ea3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Foto:S.Soares- Dança da Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida é curta, quebra as regras, perdoa rapidamente, beija demoradamente, ama verdadeiramente, ri-te incontrolavelmente e nunca deixes de sorrir, por mais estranho que seja o motivo.  A vida pode não ser a festa que esperávamos, mas enquanto estamos aqui, deveríamos dançar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8504823462677996622?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8504823462677996622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8504823462677996622' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8504823462677996622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8504823462677996622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/gostei-de-receber.html' title='Gostei de receber...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SfChbq3QCXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/UVd5hKioRHQ/s72-c/3456961395_579ff1ea3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1600843718755076775</id><published>2009-04-22T22:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:50:15.727Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouvir! Escutar! Ver!</title><content type='html'>Uma letra...com algum momento, algum nem tudo! Mas como ele diz no fim... mantém-te firme!Nem mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJx7JL0VUFc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJx7JL0VUFc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza na voz masculina de Boss Ac e a esperança e a luz na voz celestial de mariza. Muito Bom!(A música só vai até aos 3.45")&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSTGhKsvqkE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSTGhKsvqkE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece-me, ás vezes, mas acabo por acreditar! Oh meu Deus, isto é mesmo bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1600843718755076775?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1600843718755076775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1600843718755076775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1600843718755076775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1600843718755076775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/boss-ac-vs-mariza-vs-deus.html' title='Ouvir! 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Ver!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4443301985326225483</id><published>2009-04-19T23:25:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:29:46.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar de Domingo....</title><content type='html'>... amador, ao natural sem edição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326557860179997874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Seu8JwuX9LI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0btq7cULgA8/s400/Pedra+Mar+PDL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326554642173497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Seu5Oct1kKI/AAAAAAAAA7E/A6Lpw5WGHsQ/s400/fotos+073+bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Seu0-aX5kFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-wLn6vJnKUk/s1600-h/fotos+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326549968620195922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Seu0-aX5kFI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-wLn6vJnKUk/s400/fotos+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeuzvKn9RQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MB07DHuUFEE/s1600-h/fotos+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326548607182914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeuzvKn9RQI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MB07DHuUFEE/s400/fotos+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fotos: S.Soares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ver mais aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/samuelsoares/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/samuelsoares/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4443301985326225483?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4443301985326225483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4443301985326225483' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4443301985326225483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4443301985326225483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-olhar-de-domingo.html' title='Um olhar de Domingo....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Seu8JwuX9LI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0btq7cULgA8/s72-c/Pedra+Mar+PDL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5957246224589844227</id><published>2009-04-16T16:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:01:12.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Pausa II - Bem melhor!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Isto faz viver e acreditar, não há limites para sonho, nem idade para sorrir ou vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Vejam tudo, afinal a sociedade ainda tem preconceitos no olhar, mas é possivel esmaga-los....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnmbJzH93NU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnmbJzH93NU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5957246224589844227?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5957246224589844227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5957246224589844227' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5957246224589844227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5957246224589844227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/pausa-ii-bem-melhor.html' title='Pausa II - Bem melhor!!!!!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6714962589493490020</id><published>2009-04-16T16:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:10:14.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Pausa...</title><content type='html'>Ao lado dizem bateu no fundo! Do outro lado fechem as portas! E que tal construir? Com tanto negativismo(realista), vou fumar "um pensativo cigarro". Em nome da minha paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SedX9SbF-QI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iCsdoodWmcw/s1600-h/Imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325321794818013442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SedX9SbF-QI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iCsdoodWmcw/s400/Imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6714962589493490020?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6714962589493490020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6714962589493490020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6714962589493490020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6714962589493490020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/pausa.html' title='Pausa...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SedX9SbF-QI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iCsdoodWmcw/s72-c/Imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3331393703314870083</id><published>2009-04-15T15:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:14:38.755Z</updated><title type='text'>há dias que apetece....</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5184957822303751144&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Day" was one of the first viral video clips to gain popularity online and has been circulating the web since 1997. Originally shot as a part of a marketing campaign, the video (also known as 'computer rage' or 'office rage') began to "go viral" when it was passed around via e-mail, and serves as an early example of viral video marketing done right -- intentionally or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3331393703314870083?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3331393703314870083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3331393703314870083' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3331393703314870083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3331393703314870083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-dia-que-apetece.html' title='há dias que apetece....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1105477498737927204</id><published>2009-04-14T15:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:20:49.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeSpsyQwmEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sp_0i9v2pHE/s1600-h/alien-magic-matrix-3d-neo-communication-trinity-screensaver-is-just-a-reminder-that-everething-is-possible-in-this-funny-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324567246330173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeSpsyQwmEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sp_0i9v2pHE/s400/alien-magic-matrix-3d-neo-communication-trinity-screensaver-is-just-a-reminder-that-everething-is-possible-in-this-funny-world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para mim não há diferença entre não responder a uma mensagem SMS, ou devolver uma chamada não atendida. São duas formas de comunicação, ambas diferentes, mas aceites de acordo com a preferência de cada um. Uns podem gostar mais de falar, outros de escrever SMS, resta respeitar a opção de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, na SMS já sabemos o conteúdo e até pode servir para dizer: preciso de falar contigo atende! Numa chamada, o teor da conversa é ainda indefinido e o receptor pode não estar em condições de falar, atender, responder ou simplesmente não ouvir ou estar longe do telemóvel. Claro, que nada supera o “face to face”!!!! Nada vale o preço de um sorriso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1105477498737927204?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1105477498737927204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1105477498737927204' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1105477498737927204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1105477498737927204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/momento.html' title='Momento..'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeSpsyQwmEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/sp_0i9v2pHE/s72-c/alien-magic-matrix-3d-neo-communication-trinity-screensaver-is-just-a-reminder-that-everething-is-possible-in-this-funny-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8724067695535043904</id><published>2009-04-12T14:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:15:17.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Reedita.... abrindo as janelas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Foto:S.Soares&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323808006731016690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeH3LOWVKfI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HuGMSHtXado/s400/Imagem+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A memória são várias janelas da vida que abrimos e fechamos de forma consciente e inconsciente. Umas trazem boas recordações, outras bloqueiam a razão e disparam uma emoção pouco saudável. Já que não é possível apagar nem dominar a gravação do disco da memória, ao menos tentem reeditar ao abrir as janelas da mente que mostram as coisas boas da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8724067695535043904?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8724067695535043904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8724067695535043904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8724067695535043904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8724067695535043904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/reedita-abrindo-as-janelas.html' title='Reedita.... abrindo as janelas.'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SeH3LOWVKfI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HuGMSHtXado/s72-c/Imagem+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1568172285172714429</id><published>2009-04-11T01:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:45:11.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Também ressuscitou....</title><content type='html'>Micky Rourke, em tempos um símbolo sexual,  depois de uma vida cheia de duras aventuras regressa neste filme em grande, apesar de eu detestar wrestling . Não ganhou o Oscar para melhor actor, mas era, de acordo com os indicadores, o favorito.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, aos 57 anos, está um gigante sereno, deformado, mas com um coração genuíno. Boa interpretação com muita emoção. Gostei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61-GFxjTyV0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61-GFxjTyV0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1568172285172714429?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1568172285172714429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1568172285172714429' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1568172285172714429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1568172285172714429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/tambem-ressuscitou.html' title='Também ressuscitou....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1341756039137034163</id><published>2009-04-10T03:11:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:35:40.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Descanso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322898652080268434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sd68H0SmZJI/AAAAAAAAA50/n-VVt2gMElo/s400/sandria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322898939606503762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sd68YjaMkVI/AAAAAAAAA58/cVpxzEBUpC0/s400/cinzeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322897900092232706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sd67cC6rlAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xypYMKcgo_g/s400/sangri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fotos:S.Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma pausa, um paragem, um compasso de espera a olhar o horizonte.... aberto num copo de sangria  coberto de nicotina...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1341756039137034163?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1341756039137034163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1341756039137034163' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1341756039137034163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1341756039137034163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/descanso.html' title='Descanso....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sd68H0SmZJI/AAAAAAAAA50/n-VVt2gMElo/s72-c/sandria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-194670749603397890</id><published>2009-04-08T13:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:53:06.140Z</updated><title type='text'>O mar que me viu crescer. Canto da Rocha-St Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sequência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322311860251982930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdymcCYq_FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/kDvapP3LVLU/s400/IMG_3351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdykxvCifbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/jaBBFLoBfN0/s1600-h/IMG_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322310033992744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdykxvCifbI/AAAAAAAAA5M/jaBBFLoBfN0/s400/IMG_3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322315417759926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdyprHIqSII/AAAAAAAAA5k/oNxzd1h9f54/s400/IMG_3354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fotos: S.Soares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-194670749603397890?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/194670749603397890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=194670749603397890' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/194670749603397890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/194670749603397890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mar-que-me-viu-crescer-canto-da-rocha.html' title='O mar que me viu crescer. Canto da Rocha-St Cruz'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdymcCYq_FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/kDvapP3LVLU/s72-c/IMG_3351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-922909110276741014</id><published>2009-04-06T00:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:15:57.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Duas obras...</title><content type='html'>Gostei muito, mas não adorei.... Sean está genial!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unu-9vM9VZw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unu-9vM9VZw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito... e Adorei.... Clint está como o Vinho do Porto!!!! Uma lição de vida!Um grande filme!Entrou na minha galeria....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHRiP6TRtnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHRiP6TRtnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-922909110276741014?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/922909110276741014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=922909110276741014' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/922909110276741014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/922909110276741014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/duas-obras.html' title='Duas obras...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-968844682112518597</id><published>2009-04-01T15:41:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:01:55.417Z</updated><title type='text'>PDL by Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos: S.Soares (click para aumentar para melhorar a qualidade) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749042013285730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdOLkYdtLWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/6liai4QAUNo/s400/FOTO+PDL+PORTAS+DO+MAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749259422038322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdOLxCX_eTI/AAAAAAAAA40/FWSL0TxYFCo/s400/FOTO+PONTA+DELGADA+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749409371102930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdOL5w-ontI/AAAAAAAAA48/VU_Is2LNYuY/s400/FOTO+PDL+CORES+AVENIDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pequena amostra de um passeio....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-968844682112518597?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/968844682112518597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=968844682112518597' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/968844682112518597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/968844682112518597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/04/pdl-by-night.html' title='PDL by Night....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdOLkYdtLWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/6liai4QAUNo/s72-c/FOTO+PDL+PORTAS+DO+MAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1726741486845813926</id><published>2009-03-31T10:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:55:55.488Z</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdH2oLkCQII/AAAAAAAAA4k/4hGNFKWPfSw/s1600-h/horse-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319303805060399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdH2oLkCQII/AAAAAAAAA4k/4hGNFKWPfSw/s400/horse-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Depois de toda luta e descanso, quero me levantar forte e pronto, como um cavalo novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector (1920 - 1977), escritora brasileira de origem judia nascida na Ucrânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1726741486845813926?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1726741486845813926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1726741486845813926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1726741486845813926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1726741486845813926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SdH2oLkCQII/AAAAAAAAA4k/4hGNFKWPfSw/s72-c/horse-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2812866979763839211</id><published>2009-03-29T18:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:34:46.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Dose dupla...</title><content type='html'>Dois bons filmes (baseados em factos reais) sobre a relação do jornalismo com a política.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mostra um "plano fechado" televisivo (sobre Nixon) singular,  numa entrevista histórica feita por alguém que percebia pouco sobre o assunto, mas que no fim consegue algo único...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ibxs_2nDXUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ibxs_2nDXUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este pela forma corajosa com que alguns profissionais da CBS enfrentaram um momento triste da vida social dos EUA, provocado pelo senador McCarthy. Muito bom, uma justa homenagem de George Clooney (realização) ao Pivot Edward R. Murrow..."Good Night, and Good Luck". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNq8LoYjG2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNq8LoYjG2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2812866979763839211?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2812866979763839211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2812866979763839211' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2812866979763839211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2812866979763839211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/dose-dupla.html' title='Dose dupla...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5731856657126793977</id><published>2009-03-28T02:32:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:42:16.801-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar da minha terra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: S.Soares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sc2al_hFRaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HuYyLylSBfE/s1600-h/mar+da+minha+terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318076712490452386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sc2al_hFRaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HuYyLylSBfE/s400/mar+da+minha+terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saudades de ouvir-te na calada da noite e acordar com a tua luz no meio de um cheiro de infância.&lt;br /&gt;As ondas são mensageiras de histórias de um código genético pintado de azul e branco.&lt;br /&gt;A tua potestade assusta, mas a tua beleza eleva o sorriso para além do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Um mergulho no teu manto é rasgar a tristeza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5731856657126793977?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5731856657126793977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5731856657126793977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5731856657126793977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5731856657126793977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mar-da-minha-terra.html' title='Mar da minha terra...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Sc2al_hFRaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HuYyLylSBfE/s72-c/mar+da+minha+terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1780397267648281394</id><published>2009-03-24T16:37:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:45:08.920-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de voltar a ver...</title><content type='html'>...vi este filme há 13 anos, gostei da originalidade, da fotografia e da sensualidade. Recentemente numa conversa, alguém lembrou o poder da fantasia deste registo. Uma obra do polémico, mas inteligente Peter Grennaway.&lt;br /&gt;The Pillow Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4I75Rvb0zo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4I75Rvb0zo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1780397267648281394?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1780397267648281394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1780397267648281394' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1780397267648281394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1780397267648281394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/gostava-de-voltar-ver.html' title='Gostava de voltar a ver...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3541046980266772764</id><published>2009-03-22T13:39:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:58:34.196-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; .....um sorriso e rir-me de mim e não dos outros. Uma gargalhada de integração no meio de alguma estupidez. Todos vivemos em alguma prisão, mas o nível de liberdade varia, conquista-se. As grades são apenas o refexo da alma.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316026174084189506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScZRo8r3jUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8m6mxMcryeE/s400/CNAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foto:S.Soares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3541046980266772764?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3541046980266772764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3541046980266772764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3541046980266772764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3541046980266772764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/libertar.html' title='Libertar...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScZRo8r3jUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/8m6mxMcryeE/s72-c/CNAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-9162042112112545410</id><published>2009-03-21T00:05:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:06:12.881-01:00</updated><title type='text'>21 de Março é dia de, da ou do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScQ96EsempI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZPEfZ_FFlCY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315441528106031762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScQ96EsempI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZPEfZ_FFlCY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De um mundo renascer,&lt;br /&gt;De uma &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;árvore&lt;/span&gt; crescer,&lt;br /&gt;De um olhar a correr,&lt;br /&gt;De amar o saber&lt;br /&gt;De pensar a aprender,&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;poesia&lt;/span&gt; escrever,&lt;br /&gt;De falar e entreter ,&lt;br /&gt;De chamar o &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt; a anoitecer,&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;discriminação racial&lt;/span&gt; inverter,&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso envelhecer,&lt;br /&gt;De meia idade entender,&lt;br /&gt;De mais um tempo para &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; viver….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-9162042112112545410?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/9162042112112545410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=9162042112112545410' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/9162042112112545410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/9162042112112545410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-de-marco-e-dia-de-da-ou-do.html' title='21 de Março é dia de, da ou do...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScQ96EsempI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZPEfZ_FFlCY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5961280680513153924</id><published>2009-03-20T00:42:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:19:36.780-01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killers - Human...to Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCE1MeUZgNk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCE1MeUZgNk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5961280680513153924?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5961280680513153924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5961280680513153924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5961280680513153924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5961280680513153924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/killers-humanto-hill.html' title='The Killers - Human...to Hill'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3956359845223362912</id><published>2009-03-20T00:30:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:33:56.982-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Está tudo dito aqui... sobre hoje e ontem...</title><content type='html'>Uma banda muito acima, uma voz brutal e uma letra do melhor, nomeadamente do meio para o fim. Um espelho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcgN_wcqadk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcgN_wcqadk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3956359845223362912?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3956359845223362912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3956359845223362912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3956359845223362912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3956359845223362912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/esta-tudo-dito-aqui-sobre-hoje-e-ontem.html' title='Está tudo dito aqui... sobre hoje e ontem...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7000416618997836762</id><published>2009-03-19T11:36:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:39:58.993-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScI89FwoTTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/FOvQCfh_hpM/s1600-h/pai+1+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314877530466438450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScI89FwoTTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/FOvQCfh_hpM/s400/pai+1+ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obrigado por me ensinar a olhar a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por ter dito algumas vezes não e outras sim,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelas lutas que tivemos e temos de enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo enorme esforço que fizeste para eu sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo amor escondido, mas real,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por esse coração grande, mas silencioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado pelo orgulho construído nesta caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa a minha "cobardia" e falta de jeito em dizer-te o que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca te esqueças... mesmo que estejas errado és o Pai Herói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7000416618997836762?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7000416618997836762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7000416618997836762' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7000416618997836762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7000416618997836762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/obrigado-pai.html' title='Obrigado Pai'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScI89FwoTTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/FOvQCfh_hpM/s72-c/pai+1+ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8636093700886361257</id><published>2009-03-17T17:44:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:10:46.851-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo mundo...</title><content type='html'>Caem todos agarrados a um galho invisível,&lt;br /&gt;soletrados pelas asas de um olhar arrastado,&lt;br /&gt;pelo espancamento do poder da glória,&lt;br /&gt;num reino alter ego simplesmente devastado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pesadelo acorrentado a um nascimento,&lt;br /&gt;um cansaço entre a paz e o colapso do perdão,&lt;br /&gt;nas corridas compassadas numa nuvem deserta.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos abrem-se no meio da puta da revolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circulam em sentido contrário no mundo novo,&lt;br /&gt;sem estrelas, pássaros, montanhas ou mar,&lt;br /&gt;na multidão, sem o trono das personificações,&lt;br /&gt;agarrados á conjugação do verbo encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praga da contraluz das sombras dos anjos,&lt;br /&gt;em atrocidades sem a bênção de um Deus,&lt;br /&gt;sob os raios de luz de estrelas negras em queda&lt;br /&gt;no mundo esquecido e prometido do ultimo adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8636093700886361257?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8636093700886361257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8636093700886361257' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8636093700886361257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8636093700886361257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/novo-mundo.html' title='Novo mundo...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-436578251089720257</id><published>2009-03-17T01:18:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:25:43.744-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava...</title><content type='html'>Foto: S.Soares&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314725359636335314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScGyjlPiStI/AAAAAAAAA30/ikJ8qBQEUfo/s400/passaro_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Revolução da Alma - Aristóteles escreveu este texto no ano 360 A.C..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninguém é dono da sua felicidade, por isso não entregues a tua alegria, a tua paz, a tua vida, nas mãos de ninguém, absolutamente de ninguém. Somos livres, não pertencemos a ninguém e não podemos querer ser donos dos desejos, da vontade ou dos sonhos de quem quer que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão da tua vida és tu mesmo. A tua paz interior é a tua meta de vida. Quando sentires um vazio na alma, quando acreditares que ainda está faltando algo, mesmo tendo tudo, remete o teu pensamento para os teus desejos mais íntimos e busca a divindade que existe em ti. Pára de colocar a tua felicidade, cada dia, mais distante de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não coloques objectivos longe demais de tuas mãos, abraça os que estão ao teu alcance, hoje. Se andas desesperado por problemas financeiros, amorosos ou de relacionamentos familiares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busca no teu interior a resposta para te acalmares, tu és o reflexo do que pensas diariamente. Pára de pensar mal de ti mesmo e sê teu melhor amigo, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir significa aprovar, aceitar, felicitar. Então, abre um sorriso para aprovar o mundo que te quer oferecer o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso no rosto, as pessoas terão as melhores impressões de ti e tu estarás afirmando para ti mesmo, que estás “pronto“ para seres feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha, trabalha muito a teu favor.&lt;br /&gt;Pára de esperar a felicidade sem esforços.&lt;br /&gt;Pára de exigir das pessoas, aquilo que nem tu conquistaste, ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Critica menos, trabalha mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não te esqueças, nunca, de agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Agradece tudo que está na tua vida neste momento, inclusive a dor.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa compreensão do universo, ainda é muito pequena para julgar o que quer que seja na nossa vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-436578251089720257?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/436578251089720257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=436578251089720257' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/436578251089720257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/436578251089720257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/gostava.html' title='Gostava...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScGyjlPiStI/AAAAAAAAA30/ikJ8qBQEUfo/s72-c/passaro_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4817518832391170018</id><published>2009-03-15T23:32:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:52:27.786-01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carro do momento... Mito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScGzUYpc5ZI/AAAAAAAAA38/su5HqK14FqY/s1600-h/mito-2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726198068962706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScGzUYpc5ZI/AAAAAAAAA38/su5HqK14FqY/s400/mito-2g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Percebo pouco de carros, mas gosto do sentido estético e de conforto. Dentro do meu segmento financeiro(um pouco acima) este carro deixa-me a sorrir. Desportivo, vivo e bonito. Segundo os analistas é ainda potente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde 18.500 euros ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4817518832391170018?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4817518832391170018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4817518832391170018' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4817518832391170018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4817518832391170018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-carro-do-momento-mito.html' title='O Carro do momento... Mito'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/ScGzUYpc5ZI/AAAAAAAAA38/su5HqK14FqY/s72-c/mito-2g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5573142030444969416</id><published>2009-03-13T18:15:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:26:21.737Z</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777116292117506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s400/aaaaaaaaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "A música é a linguagem dos espíritos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Khalil Gibran, (o senhor que escreveu um livro muito bom, intitulado "O Profeta")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5573142030444969416?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5573142030444969416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5573142030444969416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5573142030444969416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5573142030444969416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_13.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/Six2eCw6dAI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ltsYtknthQA/s72-c/aaaaaaaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1084891460364996010</id><published>2009-03-13T11:57:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:34:50.065-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta aberta...</title><content type='html'>Caro OG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar disto não ser um blog de discos pedidos, vou ceder á sua sugestão (ao comentário deixado no anterior post) da melhor forma possível, até porque Vossa Excelência pertence a um clã (AGU) que merece todo o meu respeito. Para além de isso ser um imperativo de força maior, o senhor tem um percurso notável em termos pessoais, desportivos, académicos, profissionais e gosto musical.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os argumentos acima mencionados, acrescento ainda o facto de sua majestade ter estado presente no concerto dos Metallica (Lisboa Super Bock Super Rock 2007), local onde foi gravada (de forma pirata) a musica, agora colocada neste post. Concerto que tive de cancelar por motivos profissionais, apesar de já ter o bilhete.&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo de entrega, em que logo no início da letra o Master James canta “We are scanning the scene in the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LISBON&lt;/span&gt; tonight We are looking for you to start up a fight….”&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, vinguei-me no ano seguinte ao partilhar com Vossa Exclência, o AGU-Mor, o Anti- AGU Mor e o Gluglu entre outros, o Rock In Rio na noite mágica dos  rapazes de S. Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os melhores cumprimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.Soares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1084891460364996010?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1084891460364996010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1084891460364996010' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1084891460364996010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1084891460364996010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/carta-aberta.html' title='Carta aberta...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1747835603739477767</id><published>2009-03-10T14:45:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:44:29.239-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova playlist em Anatomia do Som</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbaLPDgYJ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Hz2b6xPW6C8/s1600-h/Heavy-Metal-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311585901285484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbaLPDgYJ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Hz2b6xPW6C8/s400/Heavy-Metal-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; – Zeus no Olímpio do Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Slipknot &lt;/span&gt;- devastadores, potentes uma referência ao vivo. Destaque para o sector das baterias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AC/DC&lt;/span&gt; – Velhos são os trapos, o sucesso do novo trabalho mostra como uma fórmula não se esgota no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sepultura&lt;/span&gt; – Saltaram do Brasil para o mundo no final dos anos 80 e 90. Perderam fulgor com a saída de alguns membros fundamentais, mas deixaram marca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt; – Estes rapazes americanos já existem há algum tempo e nunca deixaram de fazer estremecer os locais por onde passam. Alta voltagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rage Against the Machine&lt;/span&gt; – Quando surgiram mudaram a rota do planeta metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Slayer&lt;/span&gt; – Os deuses do Trash- Death Metal. Pioneiros, agressivos, brutais e com músicos de excelência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt; – Símbolo maior do Power Metal. Já não são uma banda, mas um mito vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Faith No More&lt;/span&gt; – Grande banda, ao vivo eram excelentes. Ainda recordo o concerto de abertura para os Guns. Angel Dust é uma obra-prima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WASP&lt;/span&gt; – Nos anos 80 deixaram a sua marca, sobretudo, pelo carisma do vocalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Megadeath&lt;/span&gt; – Dave Mustaine ainda andou pelos Metallica, mas foi logo despedido, todavia, consegui subir ao pódio do Speed Metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pantera&lt;/span&gt; – De cor de rosa tem pouco. Nos anos 90 editaram dois poderosos trabalhos. A voz desta Pantera destrói qualquer montra de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peal Jam&lt;/span&gt; – Grande voz, grande banda. Juntamente com Nirvana, os Jam alteraram o caminho do Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/span&gt; – Outra voz excelente, as raízes de Seatlle e do Grunge são marcas evidentes e com qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anthrax&lt;/span&gt; – Uma banda pioneira na mistura do Rap com o Metal. Super divertidos e com grande power. 80 foi a década de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Testament&lt;/span&gt; – Discípulos directos dos Metallica, até na intensidade e na sonoridade de alguns trabalhos. Contudo, apesar de alguns bons registos, nunca conseguiram voar muito alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Manowar&lt;/span&gt; – Uma mistura de Metal com Gótico. Tem canções muito boas, sempre com muitas passagens pela Idade Média e por batalhas épicas. Tinham o baixista mais rápido do Rock, com direito registado no livro do guiness, e o som mais elevado num concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – As escolhas e opiniões são pessoais. Muitas bandas ficaram de fora, escolhi as que senti na altura. Saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1747835603739477767?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1747835603739477767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1747835603739477767' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1747835603739477767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1747835603739477767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/nova-playlist-em-anatomia-do-som.html' title='Nova playlist em Anatomia do Som'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbaLPDgYJ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/Hz2b6xPW6C8/s72-c/Heavy-Metal-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4404907953251077508</id><published>2009-03-09T00:13:00.012-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:43:43.063-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos: Visão de domingo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos: S.Soares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbRwSFjCYDI/AAAAAAAAA28/89dVyg9uslk/s1600-h/vaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310993316605747250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbRtjpwoEDI/AAAAAAAAA18/YL9nah-phZs/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4404907953251077508?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4404907953251077508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4404907953251077508' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4404907953251077508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4404907953251077508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentidos-visao-de-domingo.html' title='Sentidos: Visão de domingo....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbRwSFjCYDI/AAAAAAAAA28/89dVyg9uslk/s72-c/vaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7815417124643184014</id><published>2009-03-05T19:13:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:16:52.832-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbAzG3otAuI/AAAAAAAAA10/-bR6xrvvHzo/s1600-h/nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309800153776718562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbAzG3otAuI/AAAAAAAAA10/-bR6xrvvHzo/s400/nada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...em busca de inspiração....sem sucesso!!!! Fica o registo do nada. Um nada silêncioso no meio de uma enorme confusão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7815417124643184014?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7815417124643184014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7815417124643184014' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7815417124643184014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7815417124643184014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/pausa.html' title='Pausa...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SbAzG3otAuI/AAAAAAAAA10/-bR6xrvvHzo/s72-c/nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2391824825429125958</id><published>2009-03-02T08:30:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:46:41.874-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o Vinho do Porto....</title><content type='html'>Xutos..."Quem é quem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqwwPeFHQk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqwwPeFHQk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dizer mais sobre estes tipos? A maior banda de rock nacional? Já é lugar-comum. Os Rolling Stones portugueses? Também já foi dito, que repetem sempre a mesma fórmula e continuam a dar cartas? Também já li. Que são muito bons ao vivo? Sim, também já vi.&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me lembrar que este novo single tem, na minha modesta opinião, uma das melhores letras de intervenção da banda, ao nível do clássico “Esquadrão da Morte”. Bom regresso! Grande letra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2391824825429125958?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2391824825429125958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2391824825429125958' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2391824825429125958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2391824825429125958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-o-vinho-do-porto.html' title='Como o Vinho do Porto....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-846258542539706545</id><published>2009-02-28T22:20:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:30:36.243-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema: Gostei muito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Antes que o diabo saiba que morreste"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jhrxn7QVDc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jhrxn7QVDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderoso, intenso, chocante e de uma crueldade quase intolerável. Os valores da família são colocados em causa. A falta de dinheiro é mais forte do que o respeito por pais e filhos. Um filme que conta com o brilhante Philip Seymour Hoffman, Ethan Hawke e a realização de Sidney Lumet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-846258542539706545?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/846258542539706545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=846258542539706545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/846258542539706545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/846258542539706545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/cinema-gostei-muito.html' title='Cinema: Gostei muito...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3840722036192769450</id><published>2009-02-25T23:34:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:42:30.718-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida... a arte do encontro e desencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SaXlIMhj6JI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ti0JFLq3A1w/s1600-h/encontro+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306899664889702546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SaXlIMhj6JI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ti0JFLq3A1w/s400/encontro+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O desencontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SaXj9pFMCsI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6_mN-hZQd54/s1600-h/encontro+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306898384065137346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SaXj9pFMCsI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6_mN-hZQd54/s400/encontro+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fotos: S.Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um dia Vinicius de Moraes escreveu uma das minhas frases favoritas: “A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida”.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi esta frase pela primeira vez há 15 anos na música “samba minha bênção” do poeta e escritor brasileiro. Nada mais verdadeiro, simples, esplendoroso e cruel para rotular esta passagem a que todos chama de vida. Uma caminhada regada pelo destino, pelo que construímos e pela sorte. São passos descalços numa estrada com muitos atalhos, com escolhas constantes a cada segundo que passa. Estamos sempre a fazer opções, nem que seja no que pensamos. Nessa lotaria encontramos e desencontramos, rimos e choramos, temos sucesso ou insucesso. Escorregamos, tropeçamos, levantamo-nos, subimos, descemos, sempre com o peso da vida, seja ela uma caminhada feliz ou infeliz. É tudo a questão da arte do encontro e do desencontro! São sonhos que partem e chegam no mais profundo silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3840722036192769450?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3840722036192769450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3840722036192769450' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3840722036192769450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3840722036192769450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-arte-do-encontro-e-desencontro.html' title='Vida... a arte do encontro e desencontro'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SaXlIMhj6JI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ti0JFLq3A1w/s72-c/encontro+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2193660681997810316</id><published>2009-02-23T00:27:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:56:07.703-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostas.... Oscars</title><content type='html'>A poucos minutos dos Oscars: As minhas apostas para  quatro das estatuetas mais relevantes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Melhor Filme&lt;/span&gt;: Quem quer ser bilionário  (preferia o The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melhor Actor&lt;/span&gt;: Mickey Rourke (pessoalmente, o grande Sean Penn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Melhor Actriz&lt;/span&gt;: Kate Winslet - Já merece.... vou aguardar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Melhor Realizador&lt;/span&gt;: David Fincher (já merece) .... Benjamin Button&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2193660681997810316?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2193660681997810316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2193660681997810316' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2193660681997810316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2193660681997810316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/apostas.html' title='Apostas.... Oscars'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7265823038233709156</id><published>2009-02-21T03:50:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:38:16.951-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantera.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZ-IrFr_6JI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Kyc9x5YIIxk/s1600-h/f_ThePinkPantm_fe5dd4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109159908206738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZ-IrFr_6JI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Kyc9x5YIIxk/s400/f_ThePinkPantm_fe5dd4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....a eterna inocência..... um passado sempre com futuro! Um tempo sem fim, um marco no infinito do sonho. Pantera, a estrela de uma vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7265823038233709156?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7265823038233709156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7265823038233709156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7265823038233709156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7265823038233709156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantera.html' title='Pantera.....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZ-IrFr_6JI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Kyc9x5YIIxk/s72-c/f_ThePinkPantm_fe5dd4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8121407896347791026</id><published>2009-02-18T09:10:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:29:08.985-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestões e descobertas...</title><content type='html'>Gosto destes três espaços: criativos, boa escrita e temas interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 999 milhas é de um tipo que conheço, um "fixolas" com grande sentido de humor e que recusa ver a vida apenas como ela é... mas precisa escrever mais no blog!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://999milhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://999milhas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patarecas, desconheço a verdadeira identidade dos seus autores, mas está muito bem conseguido, com bons textos e temas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patarecas.com/"&gt;http://patarecas.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na generalidade, todos sentem carinho, para quem gosta de ler, pela Livraria Solmar. O José Carlos, permitem-me que o trate assim, é uma simpatia (um apaixonado por esses amigos chamados livros), bem como a família, amigos e empregados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livrariasolmar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livrariasolmar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já os coloquei na minha lista "Os Sentidos dos Vizinhos" (ver ao lado)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8121407896347791026?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8121407896347791026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8121407896347791026' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8121407896347791026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8121407896347791026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugestoes-e-descobertas.html' title='Sugestões e descobertas...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8373436600288481268</id><published>2009-02-17T15:56:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:01:32.561-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYikhDiNgcc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYikhDiNgcc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As criticas eram boas e eu sou um admirador do actor Jason Statham que conta já com exlentes papeis em filmes como:"Crank", "Revolver" "Snatch" ou "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" entre outros. Com excepção de Crank, todos foram realizados por Guy Ritchie, o ex de Madonna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8373436600288481268?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8373436600288481268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8373436600288481268' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8373436600288481268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8373436600288481268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/gostei.html' title='Gostei....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1883921476847608315</id><published>2009-02-16T00:06:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:12:34.395-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá vai Mourinho...</title><content type='html'>.....e o seu Inter com nove pontos de avanço no exigente campeonato italiano, depois da vitória sobre o rival AC Milan. É verdade que teve um pouco de sorte e a ajuda da mão de Adriano, mas lá diz o meu pai:A sorte ajuda os que sabem! Será? &lt;br /&gt;Os golos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5VIATCPYzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n5VIATCPYzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1883921476847608315?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1883921476847608315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1883921476847608315' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1883921476847608315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1883921476847608315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-vai-mourinho.html' title='Lá vai Mourinho...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6639821809505869507</id><published>2009-02-15T14:18:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:23:10.879-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: S.Soares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZgy712QiWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FFSDHLcmqTI/s1600-h/lua+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303044564877085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZgy712QiWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FFSDHLcmqTI/s400/lua+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Lua foi sempre algo que me fascinou, não só pelo seu valor astronómico, mas também pela sua luz e mitologia. A Lua e toda a sua interacção com a terra, o Homem e a cultura.&lt;br /&gt;Desde dos primórdios da espécie humana, que lua despertou curiosidade e deu origem a várias leituras e teses, umas mais racionais do que outras. O Homo Sapiens, como ser curioso, nunca descansou enquanto não coloco as suas patas naquele satélite da Terra. Quantas inspirações a lua já provocou? Divagações?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto sem esquecer o conhecido lado escuro da Lua. Os movimentos da Terra e da Lua fazem-se, segundo algumas teorias, com que vejamos sempre a mesma face da Lua. Todavia, os especialistas garantem que ela recebe luz do Sol em todas as faces. As suas famosas manchas originaram visões como um coelho, um homem, uma mulher com um bebe entre muitas outras alucinações. Até os Pink Floyd escreveram essa obra-prima chamada "The Dark Side of the Moon", inspirada na degradação mental de um antigo membro da banda.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que gosto de olhar para a Lua, mas sem perder muito tempo a divagar, devido à minha limitação de conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, a Lua é um objecto estético e representa um pouco o espírito do Homem: Um lado iluminado pelo Sol e outro escuro, umas vezes totalmente iluminado, outras pela metade, são as chamadas fases, ou então a famosa expressão... o tipo é de luas...&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem as suas luas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6639821809505869507?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6639821809505869507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6639821809505869507' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6639821809505869507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6639821809505869507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/luas.html' title='Lua(s)'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZgy712QiWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FFSDHLcmqTI/s72-c/lua+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8280816020617324666</id><published>2009-02-14T14:37:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:46:43.263-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomia... sem sentidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZbledE1F6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/wOE2UVEvELE/s1600-h/natureza+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302677922639058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZbledE1F6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/wOE2UVEvELE/s400/natureza+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: S.Soares (reflexo num lago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutas para o sucesso, mas ele tarda em chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos esperado por ti num altar beijado pelo sol e a lua.&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade vai alargando a erosão e as piadas passam a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Junta-te, continuam à espera do teu reflexo num paradeiro sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Os aplausos esbarram nessa mente violada pela escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pelo menos entrar um pequeno raio, mesmo que seja só a fingir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8280816020617324666?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8280816020617324666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8280816020617324666' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8280816020617324666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8280816020617324666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/anatomia-sem-sentidos.html' title='Anatomia... sem sentidos...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZbledE1F6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/wOE2UVEvELE/s72-c/natureza+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4948713724680805822</id><published>2009-02-13T01:09:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:22:50.786-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço Tindersticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZTWu0xFW7I/AAAAAAAAA08/sAzVwBdpEkA/s1600-h/tinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302098761248758706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZTWu0xFW7I/AAAAAAAAA08/sAzVwBdpEkA/s400/tinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto S.Soares - Teatro Micaelense&lt;/div&gt;Gostei do concerto, mas reconheço que não foi fácil para quem  conhece mal a obra da banda. Os rapazes concentraram-se no último trabalho e nas investidas que fizeram pelo passado escolheram temas de segunda linha, com excepção de Tiny Tears e City Sickness e pouco mais. Dos três concertos que já vi da banda foi o que menos gostei, talvez por estarem despidos de alguns elementos (pequena orquestra) e por ter sentido que estavam a ensaiar para os concertos de Lisboa e Porto. Mas repito, gostei, mas não adorei como os outros. Todavia, os meus parabéns a todos aqueles que estiveram envolvidos na vinda dos Tindersticks aos Açores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4948713724680805822?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4948713724680805822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4948713724680805822' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4948713724680805822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4948713724680805822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/balanco-tindersticks.html' title='Balanço Tindersticks'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZTWu0xFW7I/AAAAAAAAA08/sAzVwBdpEkA/s72-c/tinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4593720889295917038</id><published>2009-02-12T07:34:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:14:53.732-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day...</title><content type='html'>Há 10 anos num concerto memorável....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZPfnfL1MHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/4kYrH0k9Cz4/s1600-h/tinder+10+anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301827055824220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZPfnfL1MHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/4kYrH0k9Cz4/s400/tinder+10+anos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje como será? Há diferenças no som e na estrutura da banda, há que aguardar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301827762412721474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZPgQnbqFUI/AAAAAAAAA00/Qo2sPSy2WoA/s400/tider+hoje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4593720889295917038?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4593720889295917038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4593720889295917038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4593720889295917038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4593720889295917038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZPfnfL1MHI/AAAAAAAAA0s/4kYrH0k9Cz4/s72-c/tinder+10+anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8366915064295679329</id><published>2009-02-11T23:55:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:01:37.378-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leituras... lidas!!!!</title><content type='html'>Duas rapidinhas boas...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301708470513627170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZNzw6ek8CI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/J_hbUoMYApQ/s400/murakami.bmp" border="0" /&gt;"Ao escrever sobre os mistérios da noite recorrendo apenas a dados concretos e reais, Murakami confere à paisagem nocturna a espessura de um sonho vivido… After Dark é um daqueles livros para ter à cabeceira, o companheiro perfeito para as noites de insónia.» Newsweek&lt;br /&gt;Por uma noite, Murakami leva-nos com ele através de uma Tóquio sombria, onírica, hipnótica. Um deslumbrante romance perpassado de uma singular atmosfera poética, na fronteira entre a realidade e o universo fantasmático, onde cada pormenor, olhado retrospectivamente, faz sentido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS- Murakami é o meu escritor preferido. Já li tudo o que há traduzido em português. Penso que já mergulhei em oito ou nove dos seus estranhos, mas fascinantes livros. Este é bom, mas há melhores na sua obra. A escrita deste japonês (que adora jazz e gatos) fascina-me. Com ele sei que gosto do que leio, porque o livro não me procura ou espera por mim, sou eu que o desejo e guardo tempo para mergulhar nas suas mágicas e místicas narrativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301709138630873522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZN0XzaJEbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/oinswTRps-Y/s400/paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chocante e apaixonante, Homem na Escuridão é o exemplar romance do nosso tempo, um livro que nos obriga a confrontar a escuridão da noite, celebrando a existência das pequenas alegrias do dia-a-dia num mundo capaz da mais grotesca violência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS- É o quarto livro que leio deste talento da cultura universal. Auster não é apenas um escritor, é também um homem do cinema. Gostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8366915064295679329?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8366915064295679329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8366915064295679329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8366915064295679329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8366915064295679329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/leituras-lidas.html' title='Leituras... lidas!!!!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SZNzw6ek8CI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/J_hbUoMYApQ/s72-c/murakami.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7249982723908419358</id><published>2009-02-08T20:25:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:06:17.762-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tindersticks: A não perder... obrigatório!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Tindersticks were one of the most original and distinctive British acts of the '90s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os Tindersticks actuam, esta semana, no Teatro Micaelense. Nunca pensei, nem em sonhos, ser possível ver, em S.Miguel, uma das minhas bandas preferidas (quando os descobri em 1993, passou mesmo a ser a favorita durante vários anos). Surgiram nesse ano com o álbum "Tindersticks", um trabalho aplaudido por toda a Europa e com rasgados elogios no Reino Unido. Em 95 gravavam Tindersticks II, um registo aprofundado e com uma pequena orquestra. Portugal recebe, entretanto, pela primeira vez a banda  de pé numa relação de culto que se mantém até hoje. O nosso país começou a ser uma paragem obrigatória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tindersticks/Isabella Rossellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oM2fYBky3a0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oM2fYBky3a0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 97 lançam "Curtains"; levam ao extremo e (quase) perfeição o conceito aplicado nos trabalhos anteriores. A crítica rendeu-se por completo a um som melancólico, orquestrado, baseado na voz arrastada e inconfundível de Stuart Staples, sempre acompanhada pela banda base e por violinos, violoncelos entre outros. Um monumento musical com criticas estrondosas . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A partir daqui mudaram um pouco o rumo e apostaram num som mais pop e soul em "Simple Pleasure, mesmo assim, um excelente trabalho. Seguiram-se "Can our love...", Waiting for the Moon" e The Hungry Saw, este último editado em 2008. Pelo meio ficaram algumas bandas sonoras e compilações.&lt;br /&gt;Sou suspeito, tal foi o gosto que desenvolvi por esta banda de Nottingham, Inglaterra . Mas a verdade é que há qualquer coisa mágica na voz e no som destes meninos. Um toque depressivo urbano, mas com muita melodia e qualidade. A fórmula esgotou-se um pouco, contudo, nos últimos três álbuns, existe ainda um punhado de boas canções.&lt;br /&gt;Já tive o prazer de os ver duas vezes e de falar com eles em Lisboa (98). Uma das actuações foi memorável num Coliseu dos Recreios em Lisboa completamente esgotado.&lt;br /&gt;Destaque ainda para os famosos duetos de Staples com vozes femininas, incluindo a sensual actriz Isabella Rossellini ( Marriage in Heaven.) entre outras divas.&lt;br /&gt;Chegam a S.Miguel numa fase menos popular, sem a sua orquestra (suponho) e sem um dos cérebros (o multi-instrumentalista da banda e vocalista - poucas vezes- ) que abandonou o projecto recentemente. Todavia, é um concerto a não perder, intimista, melancólico, belo e delicado. Puro Zen! Espero! Quinta-feira no Teatro Micaelense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ouvir ao lado em Anatomia do Som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7249982723908419358?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7249982723908419358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7249982723908419358' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7249982723908419358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7249982723908419358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tindersticks-nao-perder-obrigatorio.html' title='Tindersticks: A não perder... obrigatório!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4189433973313241989</id><published>2009-02-06T19:41:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:11:12.458-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginação não falta aos portugueses para a crise.</title><content type='html'>"O  governo fez contas no Magalhães e, para ajudar asuperar a crise, vai criar o Imposto do Pénis. Até agora o pénis tinha escapado ao IRS. As razões eram estar 99% dotempo pendurado sem emprego, 0,2% do tempo trabalhar às mijinhas, 0,5%do tempo ter trabalho duro e 0,3% do tempo estar metido num buraco.Além disso, não ajuda nada ter dois dependentes que não arranjamtrabalho em lado algum e não têm onde se meter.A taxa do imposto variará conforme o tamanho, com os escalões seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 a 30 cm - imposto sobre bens de luxo...........€ 30.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20 a 24 cm - imposto sobre postes......................€ 25.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 a 19 cm - imposto sobre a classe média.........€ 15.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 a 13 cm - imposto sobre a maçada..................€ 3.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machos que excedam os 30 cm terão que declarar mais-valias de capital.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer macho abaixo dos 10 cm tem direito a um crédito de imposto.&lt;br /&gt;É obrigatório pagar dentro do prazo. Não serão concedidos prolongamentos!&lt;br /&gt;PDP (Perguntas Do Pénis):- Haverá multas para levantamentos antecipados?&lt;br /&gt;- O que acontece quando um pénis trabalha por conta própria?&lt;br /&gt;- Quem tiver vários(as) parceiros(as) conta como sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;- As despesas com preservativos são dedutíveis como roupa de trabalho?&lt;br /&gt;- Haverá um agravamento da taxa de imposto para quem não for circuncidado?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Mail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4189433973313241989?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4189433973313241989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4189433973313241989' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4189433973313241989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4189433973313241989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/imaginacao-nao-falta-para-falar-da.html' title='Imaginação não falta aos portugueses para a crise.'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7931047383567778241</id><published>2009-02-05T10:58:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:26:30.702-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é dia de Amigas...</title><content type='html'>Fica aqui um "poema" de uma grande senhora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYrZ-iHQZVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/emwC_Q2hmlY/s1600-h/amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299287579887166802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYrZ-iHQZVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/emwC_Q2hmlY/s400/amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto S.Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O meu mundo não é como dos outros, quero demais, exijo demais; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;há em mim uma sede de infinito, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;uma angústia constante que eu nem mesma compreendo, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois estou longe de ser uma pessoa; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudades...sei lá de quê!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7931047383567778241?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7931047383567778241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7931047383567778241' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7931047383567778241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7931047383567778241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-hoje-e-dia-de-amigas.html' title='Porque hoje é dia de Amigas...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYrZ-iHQZVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/emwC_Q2hmlY/s72-c/amigas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2106908302443650619</id><published>2009-02-04T00:04:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:10:08.816-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura...lida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYjp5uQnNpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/HXf0cuXQ9_c/s1600-h/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298742139480913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYjp5uQnNpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/HXf0cuXQ9_c/s400/madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; A biografia "Madonna - Como um ícone", da jornalista britânica Lucy O´Brien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já escrevi aqui, não sou um admirador obsessivo de Madonna, contudo, tenho respeito pelo seu trabalho e pela forma como conseguiu vencer em todas as décadas num mercado feroz e devorado pela imagem e pelas novas divas. Talvez por isso tive a curiosidade de perceber melhor o percurso da rainha da pop.&lt;br /&gt;Numas coisas fiquei a admira-la mais, noutras menos, mas a verdade é que ela foi sempre uma lutador, apesar de muitas vezes aplicar a máxima do "Príncipe" de Maquiavel: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"os fins justificam os meios"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bastou pegar quatro vezes no livro para ler as mais de 300 páginas. Não adorei, mas gostei e tal como na sua música, o livro mostra uma mulher de altos e baixos. Ela merece tudo o que conquistou e não foi apenas à custa das muitas e muitas camas por onde passou. Há muito mérito sim senhor! O trono continua nas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2106908302443650619?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2106908302443650619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2106908302443650619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2106908302443650619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2106908302443650619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/leitura.html' title='Leitura...lida!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYjp5uQnNpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/HXf0cuXQ9_c/s72-c/madonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-9080312018740140689</id><published>2009-02-03T15:07:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:18:11.650-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYhr0t0h-EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SYGOD-A6dVY/s1600-h/alentejanonoAeroporto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298603514998683714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYhr0t0h-EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SYGOD-A6dVY/s400/alentejanonoAeroporto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver melhor click sobre a foto, pode ser que tenha sorte e aumente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-9080312018740140689?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/9080312018740140689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=9080312018740140689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/9080312018740140689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/9080312018740140689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/02/lindo.html' title='Lindo...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYhr0t0h-EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SYGOD-A6dVY/s72-c/alentejanonoAeroporto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8817810808463590481</id><published>2009-01-30T10:51:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:58:48.415-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia e bom fim-de-semana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYLrMKRceBI/AAAAAAAAAz4/T0frBYOJPpM/s1600-h/Happiness_by_Leire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297054705889605650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYLrMKRceBI/AAAAAAAAAz4/T0frBYOJPpM/s400/Happiness_by_Leire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Odeio quem tira a minha forma de estar só sem em troca oferecer a verdadeira companhia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Adaptado de Nietzsche) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8817810808463590481?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8817810808463590481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8817810808463590481' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8817810808463590481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8817810808463590481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/bom-dia-e-bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom dia e bom fim-de-semana!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYLrMKRceBI/AAAAAAAAAz4/T0frBYOJPpM/s72-c/Happiness_by_Leire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3312692968675221830</id><published>2009-01-29T18:45:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:50:46.822-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYIIgk8whjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CUWGkO7JbS8/s1600-h/labirinto_da_vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296805467508475442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYIIgk8whjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CUWGkO7JbS8/s400/labirinto_da_vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Não importa o que fizeram de mim, o que importa é o que eu faço com o que fizeram de mim."&lt;br /&gt;(Jean-Paul Sartre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3312692968675221830?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3312692968675221830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3312692968675221830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3312692968675221830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3312692968675221830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/momento.html' title='Momento...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SYIIgk8whjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CUWGkO7JbS8/s72-c/labirinto_da_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1167051048240155825</id><published>2009-01-29T01:26:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:27:42.144-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de amigos... um abraço e obrigado!</title><content type='html'>"Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos .&lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles. &lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade. &lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ...&lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. &lt;br /&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles.&lt;br /&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar. Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure. &lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida. &lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. &lt;br /&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles. &lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo. &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. &lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer ... &lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1167051048240155825?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1167051048240155825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1167051048240155825' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1167051048240155825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1167051048240155825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/dia-de-amigos-um-abraco-e-obrigado.html' title='Dia de amigos... um abraço e obrigado!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4040124921952558622</id><published>2009-01-27T18:34:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:36:32.611-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mágica montanha... saudades!</title><content type='html'>Uma visão da montanha do Pico pela olhos profissionais e pessoais do Alexandre Jesus. Um excelente profissional....&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2915030&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=3e5157&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2915030&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=3e5157&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2915030"&gt;THE MOUNTAIN OF ATLANTIC OCEAN&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user660741"&gt;Alexandre Jesus&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4040124921952558622?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4040124921952558622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4040124921952558622' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4040124921952558622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4040124921952558622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/magica-montanha-saudades.html' title='Mágica montanha... saudades!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-3089000454343776629</id><published>2009-01-25T00:20:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:31:35.664-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomia do Som com nova playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Ouvir ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Antony and the Johnsons&lt;/span&gt; - Foi uma das melhores descobertas dos últimos tempos. Com uma voz sublime , Antony cria uma atmosfera íntima, complexa, mas acima da razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Portishead&lt;/span&gt; - Uma das bandas mais marcantes dos anos 90 na cena Pop. Fica aqui um dos temas obrigatórios numa versão acústica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laika&lt;/span&gt; - Gosto da atitude e do som envolvente. Um registo simpático, alternativo e colorido.&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz - Um projecto inovador e original com alma de sucesso. Do melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt; - O artista mais criativo de sempre na cena Pop, procurou e conseguiu estar na frente em 4 décadas. Multiplicou-se com sucesso. Aqui na companhia dos inventivos Pet shop Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Da Weasel&lt;/span&gt; - Impuseram-se pela sua irreverência e originalidade sólida. Um dos grandes projectos em português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carlos dos Carmo&lt;/span&gt; - Voz brutal, um senhor do fado e não só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mariza &lt;/span&gt;- Os seus dotes vocais são impressionantes, elevou e levou o fado por mares nunca dantes navegados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PJ Harvey/Bjork&lt;/span&gt; - Olha que duas, qual delas a mais maluca? São, no entanto, talentosas. Uma versão do clássico Satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; - Uma das minhas bandas favoritas da actual cena Pop- Mainstream. 4 álbuns, 4 sucessos, 4 trabalhos bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;- Atravessaram fronteiras musicais desde do Grunge até ao Hard Rock. Pisaram ainda outros terrenos com sucesso. Ainda tocam graças à voz genial de Eddie Vedder e às suas excelentes composições. Grande Banda! Grande Voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt; - Um marco histórico no panorama musical dos anos 90. Continuam a ser admirados pela imprensa e amados em forma de culto pelos seus fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nitin Sawhney&lt;/span&gt; - Um produtor- compositor Indiano-inglês que mereceu justos aplausos no ramo da electrónica, com toques de Lounge. Uma sinfonia Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rage Against The Machine&lt;/span&gt; - "Culto" é a palavra certa para esta banda que abanou o planeta nos anos 90 quando gritaram ao mundo. Um guitarrista muito bom e um vocalista versátil com duros dotes vocais. Ao vivo abanam a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; - Custa-me escrever sobre esta banda tal é o respeito que merece. Estão isolados num patamar acima do "Rock Pesado". Continuam a fazer história. Uma faixa injustamente esquecida. Uma composição e letra muito boas. Black Album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-3089000454343776629?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3089000454343776629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=3089000454343776629' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3089000454343776629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/3089000454343776629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/anatomia-do-som-com-nova-playlist.html' title='Anatomia do Som com nova playlist'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4726098220849965468</id><published>2009-01-24T14:29:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:39:49.251-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos: S.Soares (Pico e Baía das Lajes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXs1k6Q_OSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/18qOdJc03KQ/s1600-h/pico+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294884695136221474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXs1k6Q_OSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/18qOdJc03KQ/s400/pico+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXs1QDR5WLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oSUEwK_Dizo/s1600-h/rui+lajes+pico+21h50+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294884336778696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXs1QDR5WLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/oSUEwK_Dizo/s400/rui+lajes+pico+21h50+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu buscava uma ilha sobre o vento e a espuma&lt;br /&gt;a que só era de ser a sempre ausente&lt;br /&gt;ilha nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho-a à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;ilha de bruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscava um lugar santo um canto um cântico&lt;br /&gt;um triângulo mágico uma palavra um fim.&lt;br /&gt;E vejo um grande pico sobre o atlântico&lt;br /&gt;e uma ilha a nascer dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Pico - Manuel Alegre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4726098220849965468?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4726098220849965468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4726098220849965468' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4726098220849965468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4726098220849965468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXs1k6Q_OSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/18qOdJc03KQ/s72-c/pico+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5629204582350046458</id><published>2009-01-22T08:34:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:38:49.632-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil de entender...</title><content type='html'>Mesmo para quem não tem som...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Levantei-me assim, a ouvir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5629204582350046458?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5629204582350046458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5629204582350046458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5629204582350046458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5629204582350046458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/fcil-de-entender.html' title='Fácil de entender...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2032090882794875772</id><published>2009-01-22T00:51:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:52:35.368-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxe...</title><content type='html'>- A comida leva 7 segundos da boca ao estômago.&lt;br /&gt;- Um fio de cabelo aguenta 3kg.&lt;br /&gt;- O tamanho médio do pénis do homem é 2 vezes o comprimento do polegar.&lt;br /&gt;- O fémur é mais forte que cimento armado.&lt;br /&gt;- O coração da mulher bate mais rápido que o do homem.&lt;br /&gt;- Existem cerca de um trilhão de bactérias em cada um de seus pés.&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres piscam duas vezes mais os olhos que os homens.&lt;br /&gt;- O peso médio da pele de uma pessoa é duas vezes maior que o do cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;- O corpo utiliza 300 músculos para manter o equilíbrio quando você está parado em pé.&lt;br /&gt;- Se a saliva não consegue dissolver algo, você não consegue sentir o seu sabor.&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres que estão lendo este texto já terminaram.&lt;br /&gt;- Os homens que estão lendo este texto provavelmente ainda estão ocupados medindo os polegares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2032090882794875772?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2032090882794875772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2032090882794875772' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2032090882794875772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2032090882794875772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/relaxe.html' title='Relaxe...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1154851948483053485</id><published>2009-01-21T03:23:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:34:10.931-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para mim, o disco mais aguardado de 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXalCaHfRfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mcT0PEWtMxU/s1600-h/41JhjnmxrQL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599872809649650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXalCaHfRfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mcT0PEWtMxU/s400/41JhjnmxrQL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capa do novo álbum de Antony and the Johnsons, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Crying Light&lt;/span&gt;, traz uma imagem de Kazuo Ohno. O artista japonês é um dos principais nomes do butoh, espécie de dança que usa movimentos corporais para criar imagens de alta intensidade dramática. Boas definições da música feita por Antony Hegarty neste seu novo trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another World - um dos temas de The Crying Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbA_fl8vUuU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbA_fl8vUuU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MEI&lt;/span&gt; - "I need another place / Will there be peace / I need another world / This one's nearly gone" (Another World - Antony and the Johnsons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1154851948483053485?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1154851948483053485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1154851948483053485' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1154851948483053485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1154851948483053485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-mim-o-disco-mais-aguardado-de-2009.html' title='Para mim, o disco mais aguardado de 2009...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXalCaHfRfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mcT0PEWtMxU/s72-c/41JhjnmxrQL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7678636301248920643</id><published>2009-01-18T21:19:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:29:06.980-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir com a alma e não com os lábios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXOrMipUnNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VdPAetLls_g/s1600-h/2009+01+18+005+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762219037367506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXOrMipUnNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VdPAetLls_g/s400/2009+01+18+005+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXOrCjgesSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gRp9Ku94J9c/s1600-h/2009+01+18+005+bw+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762047470022946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXOrCjgesSI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gRp9Ku94J9c/s400/2009+01+18+005+bw+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Foto: S.Soares (Pópulo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A utopia está lá no horizonte. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia?&lt;br /&gt;Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar. ( Eduardo Galeno )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7678636301248920643?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7678636301248920643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7678636301248920643' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7678636301248920643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7678636301248920643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorrir-com-alma-e-no-com-os-lbios_18.html' title='Sorrir com a alma e não com os lábios...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXOrMipUnNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VdPAetLls_g/s72-c/2009+01+18+005+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6163902975881834379</id><published>2009-01-18T02:22:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:36:13.085-01:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado...</title><content type='html'>Fotos: S:Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXKjN6A5p5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NikqGOP-GLk/s1600-h/IMG_3949+(2)ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292471971420415890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXKjN6A5p5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NikqGOP-GLk/s400/IMG_3949+(2)ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre a luz e a sombra criam-se mundos entre o é o foi e o será.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXKi9GwC2UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JLEiWiCVcys/s1600-h/IMG_3951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292471682781600066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXKi9GwC2UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JLEiWiCVcys/s400/IMG_3951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6163902975881834379?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6163902975881834379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6163902975881834379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6163902975881834379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6163902975881834379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SXKjN6A5p5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NikqGOP-GLk/s72-c/IMG_3949+(2)ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4851441667045523703</id><published>2009-01-13T23:54:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:01:21.555-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SW04sPvCCqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VLcOX3z_kWw/s1600-h/rui+quero+um+novo+c%C3%A9u+e+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290947470019398306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SW04sPvCCqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VLcOX3z_kWw/s400/rui+quero+um+novo+c%C3%A9u+e+luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foto S.Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte há anatomias sem sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;rasgos de mentiras e verdades entre o ontem e o hoje.&lt;br /&gt;A mente crucifica o que não vê e julga a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste aquele que faz das derrotas a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Triste aquele que limita o olhar sem sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Triste aquele que defende o ontem e o amanha.&lt;br /&gt;Triste aquele que sorri escondido numa máscara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegre quem sonha sozinho e levanta muralhas.&lt;br /&gt;Alegre quem reconhece os erros e enfrenta os fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;Alegre quem recusa a visão e cria o seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Alegre quem escolhe a consciência e recusa os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4851441667045523703?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4851441667045523703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4851441667045523703' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4851441667045523703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4851441667045523703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/horizonte.html' title='Horizonte....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SW04sPvCCqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VLcOX3z_kWw/s72-c/rui+quero+um+novo+c%C3%A9u+e+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-2415420758875601269</id><published>2009-01-11T14:56:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:13:10.872-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sentido... diferente...</title><content type='html'>"Depois de ver e ler o que passa no mundo, resolvi fazer uma confissão (irrelevante) e procurar algo que mostrasse o momento (afinal, a única verdade da vida é mesmo o agora.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia em 93 ou 94 perguntaram-me (colega) o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;- Tu adoras música , se tivesses oportunidade e quisesses quem gostavas de ser ou representar?&lt;br /&gt;- A resposta não foi demorada: Bono Vox! &lt;br /&gt;- Bono Vox? ??? Mas nunca referes U2 como uma das tuas bandas favoritas? &lt;br /&gt;- Respondi -  a minha relação com o U2 é singular, considero-os (isto na altura) uma das melhores bandas do planeta, mas é uma opinião muito semelhante ao resto do mundo, por isso nem falo muito neles, é como se fosse uma verdade absoluta, senso comum, embora não estejam nas minhas referências.&lt;br /&gt;Então o Bono? - Perguntou-me.&lt;br /&gt;- O Bono pelo artista que é, pela voz, pela presença, mas sobretudo pela forma de olhar o mundo e pelas causas que defende e defendeu, por ser destemido!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente (15 anos depois)   já tenho mais dúvidas sobre os U2 e recusava interpretar ou querer ser este ou aquele, contudo continuo a ter admiração pelo  Bono. Talvez por isso, tenha sido a única biografia (livro) que li de um músico. Gostei, não só pelos feitos conseguidos, mas também pelo humanismo, pelo reconhecer dos erros, e, sobretudo, porque as estrelas também sofrem, têm traumas, doenças, solidão e choram... a fama e o dinheiro não apagam o registo da vida nem compram a felicidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje presto a minha homenagem a Bono. O artista e o olhar sobre um duro conflito no coração da Europa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sarajevo (com Pavarotti) - Legendado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w65e_SAXWBQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w65e_SAXWBQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, ao vivo em Milão, mas sem o grande tenor, apesar disso Bono canta a parte de Pavarotti em italiano e tenta chegar aquela  voz imbatível do tenor. Não conseguiu, mas esteve bem, nem que seja pelo facto de ter cantado em italiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euGFdZ5UUuI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euGFdZ5UUuI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-2415420758875601269?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2415420758875601269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=2415420758875601269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2415420758875601269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/2415420758875601269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-sentido-diferente.html' title='Um sentido... diferente...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8978013396415996232</id><published>2009-01-11T07:43:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:37:59.910-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano depois continua a ser brilhante!</title><content type='html'>Sou um admirador destas duas FIGURAS. Mário Crespo pela forma como olha, brinca, dança, canta, sorri a informação. Lobo Antunes por ser o melhor escritor vivo português (as suas crónicas são geniais).&lt;br /&gt;Os dois proporcionaram-me puro prazer numa das melhores entrevistas que já vi. A empatia, a profundidade, mas com simplicidade no outro lado da razão informativa. Uma lição de VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui a parte 2 da entrevista "O meu Nome é Legião" na SIC.&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo algo brilhante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1LKa-UTUXg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1LKa-UTUXg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver parte-1: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=M5mMugDuGPw"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver Parte-3: &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=G1LKa-UTUXg"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Por que razão há mentes assim? Ainda bem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8978013396415996232?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8978013396415996232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8978013396415996232' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8978013396415996232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8978013396415996232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-ano-depois-continua-ser-brilhante.html' title='Um ano depois continua a ser brilhante!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1108427862023985048</id><published>2009-01-10T01:00:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:07:08.879-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar pela objectiva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWgCKh90dHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ouwwRtOwYNk/s1600-h/IMG_0042+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289480142286255218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWgCKh90dHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ouwwRtOwYNk/s400/IMG_0042+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  Foto: S.Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O olhar é muito mais do que função fisiológica, É uma linguagem forte. É um universo carregado de sentido. É condensação do mistério do homem. Relata o destino de muita gente. Provoca alterações decisivas na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o olhar indiferente suscita reações contraditórias. O olhar é, em grande parte, a morada do homem. O universo do olhar é vasto e misterioso. Olhar habitação que acolhe o próximo que passava desabrigado. Olhar rejeição que distancia o gesto de diálogo. Olhar atração que cativa e envolve o semelhante. Olhar envenenado que espalha ameaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar inocente que semeia simplicidade pela face da terra. Olhar malicioso que planta a semente da maldade no corpo dos homens. Olhar indiscreto que revela as intimidades humanas. Olhar sigiloso que arquiva quadros dolorosos e cenas humilhantes. Olhar atento que não desperdiça o menor sinal de boa vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar displicente que esquece a presença do outro. Olhar compreensivo que apaga os rastos dos erros. Olhar intolerante que espreita o deslize da fraqueza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS- O verdadeiro olhar sobre o mundo está na mente... nos sentidos, não no que vemos.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1108427862023985048?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1108427862023985048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1108427862023985048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1108427862023985048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1108427862023985048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhar-pela-objectiva.html' title='Olhar pela objectiva...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWgCKh90dHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ouwwRtOwYNk/s72-c/IMG_0042+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8715439897923720827</id><published>2009-01-07T19:18:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:24:51.629-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWUPgM-CEHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3CDZfkIK00s/s1600-h/nylon_smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288650383328153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWUPgM-CEHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3CDZfkIK00s/s400/nylon_smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um estudo do Laboratório de Expressão Facial da Emoção divulgado, esta quarta-feira, no Porto, concluiu que os portugueses estão a sorrir cada vez menos desde 2003, facto que pode estar relacionado com o agravamento da situação económica e social em Portugal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8715439897923720827?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8715439897923720827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8715439897923720827' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8715439897923720827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8715439897923720827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWUPgM-CEHI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3CDZfkIK00s/s72-c/nylon_smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-4501416002790234701</id><published>2009-01-06T15:11:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:13:00.535-01:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWOC3CcG4QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vV84SYLuXbM/s1600-h/silencio-do-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288214269522272514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWOC3CcG4QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vV84SYLuXbM/s400/silencio-do-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reservar tempo para o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Praticar o não julgamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-4501416002790234701?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4501416002790234701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=4501416002790234701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4501416002790234701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/4501416002790234701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SWOC3CcG4QI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vV84SYLuXbM/s72-c/silencio-do-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7188833084743559472</id><published>2009-01-03T02:21:00.008-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:30:24.219-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo em notas...</title><content type='html'>"Quando em 1998, Antony and The Johnsons editaram o primeiro álbum, homónimo, o mundo da música não estava preparado para a singularidade de Antony Hegarty. As reacções de aplauso ao disco multiplicaram-se um pouco por todo o lado, elevando-os ao estatuto de banda de culto.&lt;br /&gt;Foi preciso esperar sete anos por um novo álbum de originais, mas a espera foi proveitosa. "I am a Bird Now" é um dos discos mais marcantes dos últimos anos e valeu à banda o Mercury Music Prize.&lt;br /&gt;À semelhança do primeiro disco, "I am a Bird Now" foi escrito na íntegra por Antony Hegarty, mas graças ao sucesso do primeiro álbum, foi possível colaborar com artistas de grande renome, como Lou Reed, Boy George, Rufus Wainwright e Devendra Banhart para colaborarem nas gravações."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS- Um dos concertos que gostava de ver em 2009, Maio,Portugal. Ele e os seus amigos são diferentes. Para melhor.... fica aqui Antony numa versão de "If It Be Your Will" no filme/documentário "I`m Your Man" sobre o genial Leonard Choen.Desculpem, mas, ambos são brutais. Gostos são gostos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MDlMdu2gjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MDlMdu2gjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É isto que gostava de ver a minha música favorita  de 2008,apesar de já ser de outro ano.......quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/drT0_JUBP2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/drT0_JUBP2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7188833084743559472?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7188833084743559472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7188833084743559472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7188833084743559472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7188833084743559472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejo-em-notas.html' title='Desejo em notas...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7685462474025651065</id><published>2009-01-01T16:33:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:47:03.618-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz e paz para 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SV0BYmxDKBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4B7oDl1ddWM/s1600-h/917479912_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383059837593618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SV0BYmxDKBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4B7oDl1ddWM/s400/917479912_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Só existem dois dias no ano em que nada pode ser feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um chama-se ontem e o outro amanhã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portanto, hoje é o dia certo para amar, acreditar, fazer, e principalmente viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7685462474025651065?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7685462474025651065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7685462474025651065' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7685462474025651065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7685462474025651065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2009/01/luz-e-paz-para-2009.html' title='Luz e paz para 2009'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SV0BYmxDKBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4B7oDl1ddWM/s72-c/917479912_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-8003138759918638968</id><published>2008-12-31T13:30:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:37:27.455-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVuKLxKvD6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bUelaOm1VQA/s1600-h/bom+ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285970522430967714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVuKLxKvD6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bUelaOm1VQA/s400/bom+ano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: S.Soares - Pico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Receita de ano nov0- Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor de arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação como todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido ou talvez sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser,&lt;br /&gt;novo até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegramas?).&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intençõespara arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditarque por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano-novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo de novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-8003138759918638968?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8003138759918638968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=8003138759918638968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8003138759918638968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/8003138759918638968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-ano.html' title='Bom ano!'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVuKLxKvD6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bUelaOm1VQA/s72-c/bom+ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-7371815821698610</id><published>2008-12-29T22:44:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:35:57.840-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os favoritos de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Música &lt;/span&gt;- (a ordem é aleatória)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Portishead - Third&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Rós - með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay – Viva La Vida&lt;br /&gt;Metallica - Death Magnetic&lt;br /&gt;Thievery Corporation – Radio Retaliation&lt;br /&gt;Tindersticks - The Hungry Saw&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dig!!! Lazarus!!! Dig!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hercules and Love Affair - Hercules and Love Affair&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - In Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Brad Meldhau Trio Live (jazz)&lt;br /&gt;... e tantos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Melhor descoberta musical em 2008....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony and the Jonhsons (vem a Portugal em 2009 com novo disco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Filmes que vi em 2008 e gostei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Este País nao é para Velhos&lt;br /&gt;Into The wild&lt;br /&gt;Tropa de Elite&lt;br /&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;br /&gt;Bom Pastor&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney todd&lt;br /&gt;....e muitos outros que agora não me recordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Livros que gostei em 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul Auster- Homem na Escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Lobo Antunes- Crónicas vol-1&lt;br /&gt;Haruki Murakami - Em Busca do Carneiro Selvagem&lt;br /&gt;Haruki Murakami - Dança, Dança&lt;br /&gt;Cormac McCarthy - Estrada&lt;br /&gt;Paul Auster - Post scriptum&lt;br /&gt;Bem-Shahar - Aprender a Ser Feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fareed Zakaria - Mundo Pós-Americano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Concertos preferidos que assisti em 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Choen&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Jay Johanson&lt;br /&gt;Mariza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-7371815821698610?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7371815821698610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=7371815821698610' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7371815821698610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/7371815821698610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-favoritos-de-2008.html' title='Os favoritos de 2008'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-5597499609812241577</id><published>2008-12-26T03:44:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:57:34.587-01:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro natal...</title><content type='html'>Amigo, companheiro, carinhoso, docil, amistoso, educado, inteligente, alegre e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955897836436546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVRh5Lte_EI/AAAAAAAAAw4/saLwUqAj8BE/s400/cao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Regresso ao passado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955767215522370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVRhxlHCAkI/AAAAAAAAAww/hR-2ZsLCoAw/s400/castelete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Olhar as emoções nas ondas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVRhnOKeDbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5Wx8jAe2-uc/s1600-h/arrvore+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955589257235890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVRhnOKeDbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5Wx8jAe2-uc/s400/arrvore+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fotos: S.Soares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-5597499609812241577?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5597499609812241577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=5597499609812241577' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5597499609812241577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/5597499609812241577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-outro-natal.html' title='O outro natal...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVRh5Lte_EI/AAAAAAAAAw4/saLwUqAj8BE/s72-c/cao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-984382434633708906</id><published>2008-12-24T19:52:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:59:24.810-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal</title><content type='html'>Acordei assim, com um breve olhar sobre o mar do Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos:S.Soares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKiKcf4mpI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f77FGCnM2fE/s1600-h/mar+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283463613191330450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKiKcf4mpI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f77FGCnM2fE/s400/mar+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283463434690024594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKiADh21JI/AAAAAAAAAwY/D5Cy2Zusbv8/s400/sol+arvores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKh1t6UdGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/MYtKCaMSwZY/s1600-h/passaro+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283463257088357474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKh1t6UdGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/MYtKCaMSwZY/s400/passaro+ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKhjD7WjdI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Sdnq6wh7X7U/s1600-h/mar+2+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283462936580754898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKhjD7WjdI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Sdnq6wh7X7U/s400/mar+2+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-984382434633708906?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/984382434633708906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=984382434633708906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/984382434633708906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/984382434633708906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-natal.html' title='Bom Natal'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SVKiKcf4mpI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f77FGCnM2fE/s72-c/mar+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-1615394903618402059</id><published>2008-12-22T00:01:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:03:40.164-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partidas e chegadas nas ilhas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7nK49DwXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/L1uwrMz2pcU/s1600-h/aeroporto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413587225362802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7nK49DwXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/L1uwrMz2pcU/s400/aeroporto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto:S.Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-1615394903618402059?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1615394903618402059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=1615394903618402059' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1615394903618402059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/1615394903618402059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/partidas-e-chegadas-nas-ilhas.html' title='Partidas e chegadas nas ilhas....'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7nK49DwXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/L1uwrMz2pcU/s72-c/aeroporto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340237060973802767.post-6021270975402372560</id><published>2008-12-21T22:25:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:30:10.119-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há sempre uma primeira vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7Q5fzxroI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VJVOw7B92kA/s1600-h/barca+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282389099161955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7Q5fzxroI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VJVOw7B92kA/s400/barca+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apesar de consumir algumas vezes vinho, só nos últimos 6 anos comecei a tentar perceber a rica e complexa cultura do vinho. Tenho tentado entender todo o seu processo e estrutura, embora esteja ainda numa etapa inicial. Curioso!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ouvi falar no histórico “Barca Velha”, mas devido ao seu “peso” financeiro, nunca tinha provado. Este domingo tive o prazer de ter esse “orgasmo gastronómico”.&lt;br /&gt;O meu grande amigo, compadre, lutador, positivista, super-homem nesta vida, R. Gaspar, partilhou comigo uma dessas “garrafitas” É mesmo bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora levanta-se um problema, a partir daqui vai ser mais difícil dizer que este ou aquele vinho é bom.... não sei quando vou voltar a abraçar um Barca. O Próximo alvo é um Batuta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340237060973802767-6021270975402372560?l=anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6021270975402372560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340237060973802767&amp;postID=6021270975402372560' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6021270975402372560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340237060973802767/posts/default/6021270975402372560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anatomiadossentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-sempre-uma-primeira-vez.html' title='Há sempre uma primeira vez...'/><author><name>S.Soares</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VOTwN59XSpU/SU7Q5fzxroI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VJVOw7B92kA/s72-c/barca+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
