<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:28:15.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro-esquerdo</title><subtitle type='html'>Um lar suspenso sobre uma ponte, a ponte da saudade. Umas meninas mais de primeira que de esquerda. Umas meninas que não se partem, porque as mãos estão dadas e laços não se desfazem.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>397</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2431596226990361403</id><published>2008-12-28T15:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:47:45.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Depois de muito muito tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/SVeflxTlxHI/AAAAAAAAARs/PjFs5Kyw8Wc/s1600-h/DSC_7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/SVeflxTlxHI/AAAAAAAAARs/PjFs5Kyw8Wc/s400/DSC_7965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868158982046834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora já lá vai muito muito tempo... que este blog não via uma novidade :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nos reunimos para mais uma monumental Ceia 1º Esquerdo desta vez em Rio Tinto cá vim deixar uma foto deste evento :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde já quero agradecer a hospitalidade da Família da Joana que tão bem nos recebeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venham do Sul ou do Norte ... do Oriente ou do Ocidente...&lt;br /&gt;o importante é que estamos sempre juntas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com amizade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2431596226990361403?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2431596226990361403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2431596226990361403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1039293699540472937</id><published>2008-03-11T09:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:48:53.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia que se vê...</title><content type='html'>Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;foi o dia em que abriu pela primeira vez os olhos ao mundo a Ana Filipa...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Ana F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1039293699540472937?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1039293699540472937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1039293699540472937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1039293699540472937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1039293699540472937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-dia-que-se-v.html' title='Um dia que se vê...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3097765595530973257</id><published>2008-02-10T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:56:35.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de Festa</title><content type='html'>Parabéns J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu sorriso seja eterno...&lt;br /&gt;que cada abraço dure eternidades...&lt;br /&gt;que cada ano muitos desejos se realizem :)&lt;br /&gt;Estás uma mulherzinha... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3097765595530973257?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3097765595530973257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3097765595530973257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3097765595530973257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3097765595530973257'/><link 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160537904750430578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a semana esta cidade vai estar extraordinariamente preenchida...com a P. e a A.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Madness***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-7710262074805574929?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7710262074805574929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=7710262074805574929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7710262074805574929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7710262074805574929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-semana-esta-cidade-vai-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R53p4faWiXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/K5v5QhA8fWY/s72-c/IMG_3324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-477485633829997730</id><published>2008-01-28T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:00:02.467Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ontem, tranquila num recanto do meu lar, a espreitar o sol a desaparecer no mar, imaginei os mundos que me faltavam descobrir. Mas, pouco importada, desejei ficar ali, naquele recanto, para sempre. Ali estava o meu mundo. O mundo que desejei conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, apetece-me sentir a carga de uma mochila nas costas, o piso irregular da terra batida nos pés... e imagino-me embrenhada num bosque, desprovida dos excessos do quotidiano, e a sentir o cheiro da vida em mim, tendo apenas como meta a próxima seta amarela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-477485633829997730?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/477485633829997730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=477485633829997730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/477485633829997730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/477485633829997730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_28.html' title='...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3758390957015313638</id><published>2008-01-28T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:24:23.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3758390957015313638?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3758390957015313638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3758390957015313638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3758390957015313638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3758390957015313638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/desiluso.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3108185571861825674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3108185571861825674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/est-algum.html' title='Está aí alguém?'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1782135616123852007</id><published>2008-01-17T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:11:58.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aconteceu que...as fotografias da nossa ceia foram descarregadas no PC da minha irmã... o que me tem impedido de publicar no blog as mesmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou tentar remediar a situação com a maior brevidade possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1782135616123852007?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782135616123852007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1782135616123852007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1782135616123852007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1782135616123852007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8093160961476209565</id><published>2008-01-02T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:19:29.016Z</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R3tzNVXbx9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/M9bZQK2OZeo/s1600-h/ano_novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R3tzNVXbx9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/M9bZQK2OZeo/s320/ano_novo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150837271739221970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...para nós, desejo que este blog seja mais dinamizado por todas, para estarmos mais perto umas das outras e a partilha ser maior, ainda que o espaço não se encurte e o tempo avance.&lt;br /&gt;...para mim, desejo comandar mais e melhor o meu destino, para a vida ser melhor saboreada.&lt;br /&gt;...para ti, desejo que o passado se enterre e que, acreditando mais em ti próprio, sejas capaz de alcançar novos lugares, sempre no calor do nosso lar, junto a mim. Não se perdeu tempo. Ganhou-se maturidade. E agora é tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8093160961476209565?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8093160961476209565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8093160961476209565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8093160961476209565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8093160961476209565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R3tzNVXbx9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/M9bZQK2OZeo/s72-c/ano_novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2930594683807612375</id><published>2007-12-31T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:30:23.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Foi assim...</title><content type='html'>O abraço aconteceu. Forte e emocionado. E o Primeiro Esquerdo lá se reuniu mais uma vez, cumprindo um ritual, este ano, com um sabor especial: eu a receber-vos na minha casa e a consagrar uma missão cumprida; a Raquel a voltar para os nossos braços e a dar-nos a conhecer o seu pequeno Delfim; a Joana fugida de Inglaterra, com a vivacidade de sempre, a braços com um mestrado; a Ana Filipa a apresentar-nos a sua Cara Metade; a Anita a engendrar planos para se juntar ao seu João; a Paula, professora exemplar, a salvar-nos da tragédia na cozinha; e a Diana, a juntar-se a nós, com o seu dom para a fotografia. E assim o Primeiro Esquerdo vai crescendo e evoluindo, percorrendo novos caminhos e traçando novos projectos.&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom ver-nos a crescer, sempre iguais a nós mesmas, partilhando todos os passos dados. Foi especialmente bom, para mim, abrir as portas da minha casa pela primeira vez e ter a sensação de objectivo de vida cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por terem sentido o brilho nos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é com novas rotinas e amizades, novos lugares, sonhos e lutas, que nos despedimos de 2007. A TODOS UM FELIZ ANO NOVO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.1: Paula, venham daí as fotos!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2: A próxima Ceia ficou marcada para o dia 20 de Dezembro de 2008, em Famalicão... mas eu cá acho que tudo pode acontecer, por isso, na agenda, marquem apenas o dia... o lugar, esse, é melhor esperarmos por novidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2930594683807612375?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2930594683807612375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2930594683807612375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2930594683807612375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2930594683807612375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/12/foi-assim.html' title='Foi assim...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2295487245803623523</id><published>2007-12-21T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:29:55.129Z</updated><title type='text'>Brincar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vv0FXbx8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cn9ozZ5etzo/s1600-h/casa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vv0FXbx8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cn9ozZ5etzo/s320/casa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146470677273626562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda na segunda-feira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu agora brinco", exclamou com entusiamo, referindo-se ao facto de ter um pequeno bebé para cuidar. "E tu andas a brincar às bonecas", acrescenta com uma afável convicção, alegorizando sobre o facto de eu estar a montar casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, efectivamente, assim. Brincamos. E é-se feliz a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2295487245803623523?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2295487245803623523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2295487245803623523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2295487245803623523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2295487245803623523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/12/brincar.html' title='Brincar'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vv0FXbx8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cn9ozZ5etzo/s72-c/casa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3526939210185822202</id><published>2007-12-21T16:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:46:00.782Z</updated><title type='text'>O abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vjMVXbx7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ux7uCgJDVL8/s1600-h/amigas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vjMVXbx7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ux7uCgJDVL8/s320/amigas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456800234293170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvi a tua voz do outro lado da linha, aconteceu quase como nos meus sonhos - aqueles que me perseguiram algumas noites. Sonhava que te encontrava ao acaso na rua... e era tão bom voltar a ver-te que todas as perguntas sem respostas, todas as mágoas sentidas e todo o tempo em silêncio deixavam de ter sentido, e abraçávamo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi algo que veio do interior do interior que me fez telefonar-te. Foi a vontade de te receber na minha nova casa, reunindo o que de mais importante tenho na amizade: o Primeiro-Esquerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom receber a tua chamada de volta e ouvir a tua boa-disposição e falar-te sem a necessidade de questionar o passado e perceber que me percebes tão bem e sentir a vida e o Natal a correrem em mim. Estarei de braços abertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3526939210185822202?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3526939210185822202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3526939210185822202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3526939210185822202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3526939210185822202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-abrao.html' title='O abraço'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2vjMVXbx7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ux7uCgJDVL8/s72-c/amigas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4703126373908310758</id><published>2007-12-17T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:18:39.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Ceia de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2ZMUVXbx6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/asgRFCz8h2k/s1600-h/feliz_natal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2ZMUVXbx6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/asgRFCz8h2k/s320/feliz_natal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144883536533899170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todas(os) as(os) convidadas(os) para a especial Ceia de Natal 2007, em Espinho, tomar as seguintes notas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chegar ao início da tarde para que o tempo, que é tão pouco para quem se vê de ano a ano, pareça interminável! Assim, além de um jantar muito especial, terão também direito a um lanche muito muito especial... é favor não atrasar, senão os gatinhos comem tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Animação prevista: muita música (com direito a escolherem a vossa preferida), muitas fotografias e recordações (tragam também os vossos albúns para que as lembranças sejam perfeitas), uma visita à cidade (bonita nesta época e com muitos espaços originais para quem tiver ainda alguma prenda de natal por comprar) e ainda... vídeos feitos em Braga nunca antes vistos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Troca de prendas: eu e a Paula já não temos a certeza sobre quem é a nossa amiga invisível... podemos fazer um novo sorteiro? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Deixem aqui a confirmação da vossa presença (e vossos acompanhantes), bem como hora de chegada para ficarmos todas por dentro destas andanças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Sábado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vossa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4703126373908310758?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4703126373908310758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4703126373908310758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4703126373908310758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4703126373908310758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/12/cei-de-natal.html' title='Ceia de Natal'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R2ZMUVXbx6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/asgRFCz8h2k/s72-c/feliz_natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5616062593582199643</id><published>2007-11-25T16:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:29:30.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Londres em Fev</title><content type='html'>Carnaval = Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informo que este carnaval irei acompanhar os meus alunos a Londres num visita de estudo...&lt;br /&gt;em princípio será entre os dias 4 - 7 de Fev...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas antes disso temos o nosso natal :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5616062593582199643?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5616062593582199643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5616062593582199643&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5616062593582199643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5616062593582199643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/11/londres-em-fev.html' title='Londres em Fev'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-293549714179541525</id><published>2007-11-21T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:01:22.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>O Natal está aí a chegar e com ele chega também mais uma Ceia do Primeiro Esquerdo. Mas este ano há mais uma razão para nos juntarmos e comemorar. Assim, e porque vocês são muito importantes para mim, convido o Primeiro Esquerdo a realizar a sua Ceia de Natal na minha casa, em Espinho, no próximo dia 22 de Dezembro. Deste modo, cumpre-se o desejo formulado há quase um ano (lembram-se da promessa inscrita num papel aqui publicado?), juntando-se a celebração do Natal à comemoração de um novo lar e do amor. A festa terá início durante a tarde e o jantar será servido às 19h00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. e Al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Foi escolhido o dia 22 para que a nossa Jo e a Cara Metade da nossa Anita se pudessem juntar a nós. A tarde/jantar é o horário ideal para conseguir dar conta de todos os preparativos… não esquecendo de alguma menina que precise de ir às compras…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-293549714179541525?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/293549714179541525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=293549714179541525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/293549714179541525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/293549714179541525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/11/convite.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6222065953181604145</id><published>2007-11-19T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:53:03.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde está a Lila?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HG15GnzRI/AAAAAAAAALg/V5X5830kTcE/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HG15GnzRI/AAAAAAAAALg/V5X5830kTcE/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134603679343037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definição e implementação de estratégias de comunicação e imagem, incluindo produção de conteúdos, coordenação editorial de website, newsletter e boletim informativo, assessoria mediática, bem como organização de eventos. Estas são as tarefas principais que têm preenchido a minha vida profissional, enquanto fazendo parte do Departamento de Marketing e Comunicação da AIMMP (Porto). Aqui tenho vindo a desenvolver um trabalho aliciante, sendo reconhecida e respeitada. Na foto, eu com toda a equipa da AIMMP num congresso internacional organizado com sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HHYZGnzSI/AAAAAAAAALo/LPBEMQJN3BM/s1600-h/Espinho4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HHYZGnzSI/AAAAAAAAALo/LPBEMQJN3BM/s320/Espinho4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134604272048524578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez, esta foto revela aquela que é agora a minha cidade: Espinho. Para aqui vim morar depois que comecei a trabalhar no Porto. Aqui estou a construir um sonho. A dois. Agora, vejo o mar todos os dias. E, da janela da minha casa, vejo-lhe as cores, os brilhos, os feitios. Vejo o sol a pôr-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HMkJGnzUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C8s4jml917c/s1600-h/PICT0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HMkJGnzUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C8s4jml917c/s320/PICT0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134609971470126402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque só faltava mesmo os meninos… Na foto, os meus novos dois amores: a Pantufa e o Ursinho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6222065953181604145?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6222065953181604145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6222065953181604145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6222065953181604145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6222065953181604145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/11/onde-est-lila.html' title='Onde está a Lila?'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/R0HG15GnzRI/AAAAAAAAALg/V5X5830kTcE/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6343330614969469449</id><published>2007-09-17T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:51:46.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>london-calling-joana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Ru6Be6FPUQI/AAAAAAAAALI/hSUHziCsVi4/s1600-h/joana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Ru6Be6FPUQI/AAAAAAAAALI/hSUHziCsVi4/s320/joana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111164995099382018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um olá apertado de london city para cada uma de vocês. por aqui o tempo não tem cor e os primeiros pingos começam a florescer. mas também começam a florescer as primeiras amizades: com o mike(americano) a niamh (irlandesa) e o rustam(azerbaijão) - os que moram comigo. depois há a francesa dot e o inglês don que moram na porta ao lado. no rol das amizades também cabem os portugueses maria, ritinha (nibs) e o zé carlos. uma família. a cidade é tamanha em gente, espaço e beleza. por aqui flutua-se. estou mesmo a viver e estudar no centro de londres - uma loucura. a universidade é linda linda linda. e, claro, as saudades apertam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partir de agora e até à recta final pictures and news on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://london-calling-joana.blogspot.com"&gt;www.london-calling-joana.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo e abraço repenicados da vossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6343330614969469449?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6343330614969469449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6343330614969469449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6343330614969469449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6343330614969469449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/london-calling-joana.html' title='london-calling-joana'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Ru6Be6FPUQI/AAAAAAAAALI/hSUHziCsVi4/s72-c/joana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6424913337910334452</id><published>2007-09-08T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:55:36.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era uma vez um lugar. Era um lugar comum, cheio de tantas coisas bonitas como tantos outros lugares, mas quis a história que 6 meninas se encontrassem nesse lugar cheias se sonhos, projetos, garra, alegria, coragem e determinação....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6424913337910334452?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6424913337910334452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6424913337910334452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6424913337910334452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6424913337910334452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/era-uma-vez-um-lugar.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8414170323823441607</id><published>2007-09-08T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:50:48.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>corrupios de saudades</title><content type='html'>o vento vai e vem...&lt;br /&gt;o calor aperta...&lt;br /&gt;a vida corre...&lt;br /&gt;o destino define-se...&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo ganha outra magnitude...&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt;o pensamento não esquece...&lt;br /&gt;as memórias do passado e do presente, &lt;br /&gt;fazem de nós aquilo que somos hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos construir uma história... a nossa história...&lt;br /&gt;entre a realidade e a fantasia com pequenos contributos criaremos um lugar de sonho em que o passado e o presente se confundem, onde os sorrisos de cada personagem se confundem com os nossos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é este o próximo desafio que eu proponho... livremente as meninas desta casa acrescentaram uma "linha" à história...&lt;br /&gt; Eu começo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8414170323823441607?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8414170323823441607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8414170323823441607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8414170323823441607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8414170323823441607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/corrupios-de-saudades.html' title='corrupios de saudades'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-7300134536757303973</id><published>2007-09-04T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:05:21.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rt1wq5U-EuI/AAAAAAAAALA/JGucxeA3Tgc/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rt1wq5U-EuI/AAAAAAAAALA/JGucxeA3Tgc/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106361434753602274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei, nestas duas últimas semanas, a saborear o ritmo quente do sol algarvio e alentejano:) uma férias como todas as outras: curtas e boas:D bonitas paisagens, pessoas e lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, de novo, a vida apresenta-me desafios - quase quase com um pé em Londres, parto dia 12 (próxima quarta)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila, esta semana café? Meninas, como corre a vossa vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho grande,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-7300134536757303973?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7300134536757303973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=7300134536757303973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7300134536757303973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7300134536757303973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/eu-andei-nestas-duas-ltimas-semanas.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rt1wq5U-EuI/AAAAAAAAALA/JGucxeA3Tgc/s72-c/IMG_3200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4818180747625345053</id><published>2007-08-23T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:14:40.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rs2_fvNur9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ID0uqd9bWoA/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rs2_fvNur9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ID0uqd9bWoA/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101944504851541970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Durante estas férias maravilhosas, ainda tive oportunidade de encontrar a Ana Filipa! Yupiii :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4818180747625345053?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4818180747625345053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4818180747625345053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4818180747625345053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4818180747625345053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Não gosto de ver a casa vazia por muito tempo... o pó aparece ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos a todas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo de férias, mesmo a trabalhar... deixem um sinal por aqui... abram as janelas desta casa de vez enquando, para entrar o sol, o ar fresco e dar vida a esta casa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-9055720155552335307?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/9055720155552335307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=9055720155552335307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9055720155552335307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9055720155552335307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/ferias.html' title='Ferias'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3857612048090762291</id><published>2007-07-14T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:53:18.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Anita</title><content type='html'>Entre dias e momentos que recordo não me esqueço de todos os sorrisos que partilhamos juntas...&lt;br /&gt;Com um sopro de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos Parabéns&lt;br /&gt;(12/07/07)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3857612048090762291?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3857612048090762291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3857612048090762291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3857612048090762291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3857612048090762291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/parabns-anita.html' title='Parabéns Anita'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5849107213187680216</id><published>2007-07-04T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:21:33.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>P-A-R-A-B-É-N-S...</title><content type='html'>à amiga mais energética que tenho, àquela que emana luz por todos os lados e passa, no momento certo, a mensagem certeira. um dia muito feliz para ti. sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de todas nós um beijooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5849107213187680216?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5849107213187680216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5849107213187680216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5849107213187680216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5849107213187680216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/p-r-b-n-s.html' title='P-A-R-A-B-É-N-S...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1459008170804743429</id><published>2007-07-03T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:26:44.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá meninas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto tem andado parado, e eu cheia de saudades vossas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila, como vai o trabalho e o projecto da casa?&lt;br /&gt;Ana, como estão a ser os dias do BFW e sem ele?&lt;br /&gt;Paula, vais ter mais danças, esses testes e actividades?&lt;br /&gt;A.Filipa, como vai o trabalho e os planos futuros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comigo tudo bonito :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1459008170804743429?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8328374362071424749</id><published>2007-06-18T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:46:08.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs Campaign. (music by Sick Puppies album out April3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um abraço muito apertado... para ti e para ti ti ti....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8328374362071424749?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8328374362071424749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8328374362071424749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8328374362071424749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8328374362071424749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/free-hugs-campaign-music-by-sick.html' title='Free Hugs Campaign. (music by Sick Puppies album out April3)'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6559070009197788376</id><published>2007-06-17T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:42:56.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RnW4vxSVS2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/SZ1WL9-SmlI/s1600-h/DSC_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RnW4vxSVS2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/SZ1WL9-SmlI/s320/DSC_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077167285753695074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado de dois meses de aulas ... esteve AQUI.... em palco este fim de semana...&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma experiência gira :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a musica começou... e com ela a magia da dança do ventre :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6559070009197788376?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6559070009197788376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6559070009197788376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6559070009197788376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6559070009197788376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-foi-assim.html' title='E foi assim...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RnW4vxSVS2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/SZ1WL9-SmlI/s72-c/DSC_2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5593929401106342952</id><published>2007-06-10T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:09:46.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>A viver grandes desafios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5593929401106342952?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5593929401106342952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5593929401106342952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5593929401106342952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5593929401106342952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/vida.html' title='A vida...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8607593808035750940</id><published>2007-06-06T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:40:29.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial do Ambiente - 5 de Junho</title><content type='html'>Olá amigas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, comemora-se o dia Mundial do Ambiente, por isso deixo-vos aqui um pouco sobre este assunto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia Mundial do Ambiente foi instituído pela Assembleia geral das Nações Unidas, em 1972 com o objectivo de assinalar a realização da Conferência de Estocolmo. Esta foi a primeira reunião ambiental global, onde 113 países se juntaram para reflectir sobre a relação entre a protecção do ambiente e o desenvolvimento humano.&lt;br /&gt;Este encontro resultou na Declaração sobre o Ambiente Humano / Declaração de Estocolmo e na criação do Programa das Nações Unidas para o Meio Ambiente - PNUMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As comemorações do Dia Mundial do Ambiente, a 5 de Junho, são um dos principais instrumentos utilizados pelas Nações Unidas para promover o despertar de uma consciência política e social relativamente às questões ambientais, a nível mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema seleccionado para este ano é “Melting Ice- a Hot Topic” que pretende chamar a atenção para as questões do degelo, no âmbito das comemorações do Ano Internacional Polar. O tema seleccionado focaliza-se nos efeitos que as alterações climáticas provocam nas comunidades e ecossistemas polares e respectivas consequências um pouco por todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro do nosso planeta está ameaçado pelo aquecimento global e somos todos nós responsáveis porque nada fazemos para o impedir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devido à quantidade com que é emitido, o CO2 é um dos gás com maior contribuição para o aquecimento global. É urgente reduzir estas emissões. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para todas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8607593808035750940?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8607593808035750940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8607593808035750940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8607593808035750940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8607593808035750940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-mundial-do-ambiente-5-de-junho.html' title='Dia Mundial do Ambiente - 5 de Junho'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3637097985983315022</id><published>2007-06-04T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:56:21.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje no «Premoir»...:)</title><content type='html'>Grande reportagem...hoje...sobre o ERASMUSSSS....n'O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprimeirodejaneiro.pt"&gt;Primeiro de Janeiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[quatro textos na secção puertooo]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3637097985983315022?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3637097985983315022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3637097985983315022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3637097985983315022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3637097985983315022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-no-premoir.html' title='Hoje no «Premoir»...:)'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3034469924098640146</id><published>2007-06-01T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:21:28.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naquele dia...</title><content type='html'>Havia dentro das palavras&lt;br /&gt;multidões a correr em cada imagem&lt;br /&gt;praças cheias de versos e versos cheios de &lt;br /&gt;gente. Havia uma rua pela página acima&lt;br /&gt;e folhas e folhas pela rua. Ou talvez letras.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez rimas. Havia o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;na cidade. Ou talvez a cidade no teu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Havia naquele dia o que &lt;br /&gt;se via e não se via. E só se ouvia&lt;br /&gt;o que não se&lt;br /&gt;ouvia.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma surda obsessiva&lt;br /&gt;litania. Ou talvez&lt;br /&gt;poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuel Alegre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foz do Arelho, Julho de 2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3034469924098640146?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3034469924098640146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3034469924098640146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3034469924098640146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3034469924098640146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/naquele-dia.html' title='Naquele dia...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8848925541621091266</id><published>2007-05-31T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:26:13.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rl72vbz8KGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BHcvLL9fws8/s1600-h/santiago.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rl72vbz8KGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BHcvLL9fws8/s320/santiago.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070761525245651042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa crescer. Custa mudar. Há sempre algo que se ganha. Há sempre algo que se perde. Mas, amigas, chegou a hora... esta semana começou, para mim, uma nova vida. E para celebrar, este fim-de-semana, irei abraçar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8848925541621091266?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8848925541621091266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8848925541621091266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8848925541621091266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8848925541621091266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/mudana.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rl72vbz8KGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BHcvLL9fws8/s72-c/santiago.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8053604908234147972</id><published>2007-05-29T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:41:44.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rua sesamo </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8ZSdhGs9G5c' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8ZSdhGs9G5c'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quem não se lembra ...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para todas vós :)&lt;br /&gt;com o coração&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8053604908234147972?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8053604908234147972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8053604908234147972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8053604908234147972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8053604908234147972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/rua-sesamo.html' title='Rua sesamo '/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1740341344440799063</id><published>2007-05-29T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:25:41.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há acontecimentos assim&lt;br /&gt;Há espaços assim&lt;br /&gt;Há dias assim&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje o meu dia foi inundado de testes para corrigir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... acho que os próximos não serão muito diferentes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - é muito simples escrever cá... e não demora mais do que 1 minuto...&lt;br /&gt;EU consegui....&lt;br /&gt;e TU...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;também consegues :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1740341344440799063?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1740341344440799063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1740341344440799063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1740341344440799063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1740341344440799063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/h-acontecimentos-assim-h-espaos-assim-h.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8194712829804015024</id><published>2007-05-28T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:15:25.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Só para dizer... que bela reunião...! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugiro que alguém faça a acta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meninas, é mesmo bom ver-vos a sorrir assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo da Vossa Anita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8194712829804015024?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8194712829804015024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8194712829804015024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8194712829804015024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8194712829804015024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-para-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-282043975133054592</id><published>2007-05-23T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:21:25.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie a mais...</title><content type='html'>Sobre &lt;a href="http://mediascopio.wordpress.com/"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt; só tenho a acrescentar: por acaso não há outras crianças desaparecidas? Não há outros casos que necessitam urgentemente da atenção pública? E o que interessa ao público saber que o casal McCann foi a Fátima rezar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-282043975133054592?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/282043975133054592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=282043975133054592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/282043975133054592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/282043975133054592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/maddie-mais.html' title='Maddie a mais...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1034202278214129062</id><published>2007-05-16T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:58:40.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o jornalismo... para quem ainda não sabe o que isto é e pseudo-jornalistas que se vendem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Esta é a profissão dos insubmissos.&lt;/span&gt; Adelino Gomes, jornalista no Público&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A ética não é um espaço de conformismo, mas de inconformismo. [...] Somos nós que detemos as escolhas nos actos que a nós nos pertencem. É um acto de liberdade. [...] No espaço da minha liberdade tem de haver compromisso com aquilo que eu penso.&lt;/span&gt;   José Manuel Mendes, docente na UM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liliana Magalhães&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1034202278214129062?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1034202278214129062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1034202278214129062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1034202278214129062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1034202278214129062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/sobre-o-jornalismo-para-quem-ainda-no.html' title='Sobre o jornalismo... para quem ainda não sabe o que isto é e pseudo-jornalistas que se vendem'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6827601758204770028</id><published>2007-05-16T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:31:38.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O circo religioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Igreja Católica eliminou o limbo, onde a tradição católica colocava as crianças que morriam sem receber o baptismo, considerando que aquele reflectia “uma visão excessivamente restritiva da salvação”.&lt;/span&gt; in publico.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora não querem acabar com o inferno, com as esmolas, com a construção de uma nova e luxuosa basílica em Fátima, com os dogmas que deturpam a vivência do sexo...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6827601758204770028?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6827601758204770028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6827601758204770028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6827601758204770028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6827601758204770028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-circo-religioso.html' title='O circo religioso'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1677097469560880211</id><published>2007-05-08T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:33:55.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns para a NOSSA LILA!</title><content type='html'>Deixo aqui no nosso canto um grande beijinho de Parabéns para a nossa Lila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ouvi-a com uma voz alegre, contagiante! Com a boa disposição que conhecemos, e com o mundo nas mãos, a correr atrás da felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aqui todas a torcer por ti AMIGA! Muitos Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um xi muito apertadinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Tua Anita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1677097469560880211?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1677097469560880211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1677097469560880211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1677097469560880211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1677097469560880211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/parabns-para-nossa-lila.html' title='Parabéns para a NOSSA LILA!'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-7852669263270082518</id><published>2007-05-08T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:18:04.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Y mas... (é o último, prometo!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDncZjXDfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6WdsHcqwmTc/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDncZjXDfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6WdsHcqwmTc/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062300456245988850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerta de Alcala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDncpjXDgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2L4oKIu2nAY/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDncpjXDgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2L4oKIu2nAY/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062300460540956162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardin del Retiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDnc5jXDhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VPyy7dTYkns/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDnc5jXDhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VPyy7dTYkns/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062300464835923474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las chicas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDndJjXDiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iP8-O77Pq34/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDndJjXDiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iP8-O77Pq34/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062300469130890786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardin del Retiro (Muy hermoso!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDndJjXDjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MV_sxZmjZ8M/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDndJjXDjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MV_sxZmjZ8M/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062300469130890802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la Gran Via!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-7852669263270082518?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7852669263270082518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=7852669263270082518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7852669263270082518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7852669263270082518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-mas-o-ltimo-prometo.html' title='Y mas... (é o último, prometo!!!)'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDncZjXDfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6WdsHcqwmTc/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6468917009233580518</id><published>2007-05-08T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:04:54.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Y mas recuerdos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDlr5jXDdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1xJuxIkJYKU/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDlr5jXDdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1xJuxIkJYKU/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062298523510705618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos símbolos de Madrid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDkr5jXDYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bn-e30iGXbg/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDkr5jXDYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bn-e30iGXbg/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062297423999077762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As belas tulipas do "Jardin Botanico de Madrid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDksJjXDZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9W0w3N2Uxs/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDksJjXDZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9W0w3N2Uxs/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062297428294045074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Plaza Cibeles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDksJjXDaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/spyYsSaNYYM/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDksJjXDaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/spyYsSaNYYM/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062297428294045090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco do Palácio Real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6468917009233580518?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6468917009233580518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6468917009233580518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6468917009233580518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6468917009233580518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-mas-recuerdos.html' title='Y mas recuerdos...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDlr5jXDdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1xJuxIkJYKU/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3521523173589222405</id><published>2007-05-08T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:13:16.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos de mis vacaciones en Madrid.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDjUpjXDXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1Pe7VrdAr4I/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDjUpjXDXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1Pe7VrdAr4I/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062295925055491442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Café...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiSZjXDTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/raDFONG6F1E/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiSZjXDTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/raDFONG6F1E/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062294786889157938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Chicas: Anita, Lau, Márcia e Clara (Falta a Joana que estava a fotografar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiSpjXDUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YXnyCYmq8ts/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiSpjXDUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YXnyCYmq8ts/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062294791184125250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Plaza Mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiS5jXDVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BCYNo99tGRU/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiS5jXDVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BCYNo99tGRU/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062294795479092562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita y las tulipas madrileñas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiS5jXDWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bNeDcfFMQjI/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDiS5jXDWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bNeDcfFMQjI/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062294795479092578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Museo del Prado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3521523173589222405?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3521523173589222405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3521523173589222405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3521523173589222405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3521523173589222405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/recuerdos-de-mis-vacaciones-en-madrid.html' title='Recuerdos de mis vacaciones en Madrid.... :)'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RkDjUpjXDXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1Pe7VrdAr4I/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4834820514330024307</id><published>2007-05-07T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:04:01.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o passado, presente e futuro se tocam...</title><content type='html'>Em vésperas de fazer 1/4 de século, arrumo o meu quarto como quem arruma a vida... Revejo as roupas e brinquedos de quando era bébe; os livros e cadernos de mais de uma década dedicada aos estudos; as cartas do Pai Natal, dos avós, dos amigos e dos namorados; os diários que amparavam os sofrimentos, as alegrias e os pensamentos... e concluo projectos inacabados.&lt;br /&gt;E assim não perco no tempo cada particularidade que me fez chegar ao que hoje sou. E assim, liberta de projectos antigos e com as colecções de memórias arrumadas em baús, preparo-me para intensificar a vivência do presente e abro-me ao futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Estou pronta para dar início a uma nova vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4834820514330024307?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4834820514330024307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4834820514330024307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4834820514330024307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4834820514330024307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/quando-o-passado-presente-e-futuro-se.html' title='Quando o passado, presente e futuro se tocam...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3372220369632377842</id><published>2007-05-03T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:41:09.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a jo em paris, paris, paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjosmJjXDRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MnUCI0ch6aw/s1600-h/Paris+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjosmJjXDRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MnUCI0ch6aw/s320/Paris+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060406165215055122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjosXpjXDQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SWvyCcKUheM/s1600-h/Paris+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjosXpjXDQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SWvyCcKUheM/s320/Paris+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060405916106951938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjorvZjXDPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IQqq0VW6EBQ/s1600-h/Paris+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjorvZjXDPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IQqq0VW6EBQ/s320/Paris+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060405224617217266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rjora5jXDOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Oy0URcW1F-4/s1600-h/Paris+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rjora5jXDOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Oy0URcW1F-4/s320/Paris+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060404872429898978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjorC5jXDNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sPfPc3kI52A/s1600-h/Paris+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjorC5jXDNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sPfPc3kI52A/s320/Paris+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060404460113038546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqrJjXDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_dcjUzw1t-c/s1600-h/Paris+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqrJjXDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_dcjUzw1t-c/s320/Paris+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060404052091145410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqWpjXDLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RUlIsOrLVsE/s1600-h/Paris+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqWpjXDLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RUlIsOrLVsE/s320/Paris+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060403699903827122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqJZjXDKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gWLplHlrQwU/s1600-h/Paris+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoqJZjXDKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gWLplHlrQwU/s320/Paris+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060403472270560418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rjop3JjXDJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lJrRYTEZSE/s1600-h/Paris+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rjop3JjXDJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lJrRYTEZSE/s320/Paris+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060403158737947794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjopbJjXDII/AAAAAAAAAG4/oZea1ab2cbk/s1600-h/Paris+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjopbJjXDII/AAAAAAAAAG4/oZea1ab2cbk/s320/Paris+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060402677701610626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjopCJjXDHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E0dbxETzD4g/s1600-h/Paris+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjopCJjXDHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E0dbxETzD4g/s320/Paris+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060402248204881010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoooZjXDGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2DeXzzz3RHk/s1600-h/Paris+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjoooZjXDGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2DeXzzz3RHk/s320/Paris+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060401805823249506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3372220369632377842?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3372220369632377842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3372220369632377842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3372220369632377842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3372220369632377842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='a jo em paris, paris, paris...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RjosmJjXDRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MnUCI0ch6aw/s72-c/Paris+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6231362977641952633</id><published>2007-04-23T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:37:19.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial do Livro e do Direito de Autor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RizEYIiV-4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/1CoYDl-q8G0/s1600-h/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RizEYIiV-4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/1CoYDl-q8G0/s320/livros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632400517659522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Van Gogh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"O livro é um animal vivo."&lt;/span&gt;   [Aristóteles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito deste dia, desafio-vos a partilharem:&lt;br /&gt;- Qual foi o último livro que leram? &lt;br /&gt;- Qual(ais) o(s) que andam a ler?&lt;br /&gt;- E o que andam desejosos por ler? &lt;br /&gt;Partilhem também impressões sobre a história ou o autor que mais vos marcou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declaro aberto o debate literário... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6231362977641952633?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6231362977641952633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6231362977641952633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6231362977641952633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6231362977641952633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/dia-mundial-do-livro-e-do-direito-de.html' title='Dia Mundial do Livro e do Direito de Autor'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RizEYIiV-4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/1CoYDl-q8G0/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4600135758327740602</id><published>2007-04-20T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:43:25.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos no tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RijPe4iV-2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zlTtZ5a9fS0/s1600-h/paul_mahder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RijPe4iV-2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zlTtZ5a9fS0/s400/paul_mahder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055518711202839394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto:Paul Mahder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma revolução precisa de tempo para se instalar."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lanza del Vasto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4600135758327740602?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4600135758327740602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4600135758327740602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4600135758327740602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4600135758327740602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/paul-mahder-uma-revoluo-precisa-de.html' title='Passos no tempo...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RijPe4iV-2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zlTtZ5a9fS0/s72-c/paul_mahder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2776287596770033991</id><published>2007-04-14T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:59:33.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi hermana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RiExGR9qncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VvwHdwIDVQs/s1600-h/carnaval-menino-leti-me+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RiExGR9qncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VvwHdwIDVQs/s400/carnaval-menino-leti-me+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053374240857431490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[alberto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leti. Olhos arregalados, sorriso aberto, alma desperta. Minha Leticia. A &lt;em&gt;hermana&lt;/em&gt; e amiga dos tempos ERASMUS-2004. Veio de León y Castilla :) ao velho e lindo Porto. E a mim. Em Junho será a minha vez. Eu e aquela menina soubemos aproveitar o lado brilhante da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2776287596770033991?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2776287596770033991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2776287596770033991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2776287596770033991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2776287596770033991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/mi-hermana.html' title='Mi hermana'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RiExGR9qncI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VvwHdwIDVQs/s72-c/carnaval-menino-leti-me+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1604374170538587228</id><published>2007-04-09T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:17:47.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser menina-mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhqCzzRG8vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nMn9ffZD8KI/s1600-h/_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhqCzzRG8vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nMn9ffZD8KI/s320/_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051493758496338674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a chuva e o sol que se vão impondo no correr dos dias, vou conhecendo um pouco mais sobre a natureza humana, ora encantando-me, ora desiludindo-me. Assim, esta menina-mulher que sou vai-se transformando e crescendo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1604374170538587228?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1604374170538587228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1604374170538587228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1604374170538587228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1604374170538587228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ser-menina-mulher.html' title='Ser menina-mulher'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhqCzzRG8vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nMn9ffZD8KI/s72-c/_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2343466687859557003</id><published>2007-04-09T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:27:46.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhosvzRG8tI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LpTea7eSqOs/s1600-h/DSC_6492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhosvzRG8tI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LpTea7eSqOs/s320/DSC_6492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051399131776873170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Seguindo o exemplo da Anita aqui vão as minhas novidades....&lt;br /&gt;Como sabem, a minha vida é um conjunto de de dias em que as horas, os minutos e os segundo passam a uma velocidade acima da média...&lt;br /&gt;depois de um final de período cheia de trabalho, rumei para Paris com a Raquel, foi uma viagem muito saborosa... aproveitei para conhecer muitos lugares bonitos e mágicos, aprender coisas novas, visitar muitos museus, enfim... tanto e tanto que até se torna difícil de descrever...&lt;br /&gt;agora de volta a Portugal começa o trabalho... e muito, só para terem uma ideia até Maio minha cara amiga não tenho fins de semana livres... é a vida... e eu sou muito feliz assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma previligiada por tudo o que tenho... por vos ter... pelo meu trabalho... pela minha família...&lt;br /&gt;por isso podem-me imaginar em frente ao meu portátil a sorrir enquanto escrevo este post...&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso doce para todas:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2343466687859557003?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2343466687859557003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2343466687859557003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2343466687859557003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2343466687859557003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/novas-de-paris.html' title='Novas de Paris'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RhosvzRG8tI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LpTea7eSqOs/s72-c/DSC_6492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8262387127700161609</id><published>2007-04-07T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:28:29.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>News from us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Como disse a minha querida Lila, é bom deixarmos aqui um pouco de nós, com mais ou menos inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje sinto-me com menos inspiração, mas ainda assim, qualquer dia é bom para dizer que estas meninas são um orgulho, e que mesmo à distância as sinto como os meus pilares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas amizades são sentidas assim, com esta intensidade e encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente o tempo escasseia para poder dinamizar o blog como gostaria, mas proponho-vos algo para esbater aquilo que sinto mais falta: não gosto de não saber como estão ou em que linhas traçam a vossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Assim, peço que cada uma das meninas-mais-lindas deixe um páragrafo que traga um sopro de si...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;E começo eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Tomo o meu tempo entre dias a sombreado e outros em cores garridas, inebriantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;No entretanto, deixo-me embrenhar num mundo totalmente novo, que me desafia a todo o instante e que desejo que me leve mais longe. Espero que qualquer dia me vejam em cima de uma qualquer torre eólica ou de outra tecnologia ainda mais inovadora... Isto aqui não pára.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Um beijinho repenicado e um xi para as minhas meninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;da Vossa Anita&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/7116896-8262387127700161609?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8262387127700161609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8262387127700161609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8262387127700161609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8262387127700161609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/como-disse-minha-querida-lila-bom.html' title='News from us'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6247483330462150442</id><published>2007-04-01T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:46:23.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À tua espera...</title><content type='html'>Durante este mês procurei entregar-me mais ao palco da vida. Com mais ou menos entusiasmo. Com mais ou menos forças. Com mais ou menos inspiração. Mas como disse a Joana: "Sempre em palco. É imperativo!" E valeu a pena. Por mim, pelo Primeiro Esquerdo. Joana, obrigada pelo exemplo que deste. Ana, é agora a tua vez de subir ao palco e assumir o papel principal, esperando ter sempre por perto todas as figurantes.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo apenas uma sugestão: que não se altere o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;template&lt;/span&gt;.  A mudança constante cria um certo desenraizamento e a perda de traços identitários... não, não é só a minha veia de RP a falar... é a tranquilidade que este lugar, nos seus tons verdes, me oferece. É o mapa e a estrada que me faz viajar até cada uma de vós. E são aqueles prédios com as montanhas por detrás que me remetem para uma paisagem que me acompanhou cinco anos -os mesmos que deram forma ao Primeiro Esquerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6247483330462150442?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6247483330462150442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6247483330462150442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6247483330462150442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6247483330462150442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/tua-espera.html' title='À tua espera...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5943502501183506763</id><published>2007-03-30T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:37:08.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É possível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rg1T5u5-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KZ0nhGpLUpg/s1600-h/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rg1T5u5-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KZ0nhGpLUpg/s320/olhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047783008661038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É possível falar sem um nó na garganta&lt;br /&gt;é possível amar sem que venham proibir&lt;br /&gt;é possível correr sem que seja a fugir&lt;br /&gt;Se tens vontade de cantar não tenhas medo: canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível andar sem olhar para o chão&lt;br /&gt;é possível viver sem que seja de rastos.&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos nasceram para olhar os astros.&lt;br /&gt;Se te apetecer dizer não grita comigo: não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível viver de outro modo. É&lt;br /&gt;possível transformares em arma a tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;É possível o amor. É possível o pão.&lt;br /&gt;É possível viver de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixes murchar. Não deixes que te domem.&lt;br /&gt;É possível viver sem fingir que se vive.&lt;br /&gt;É possível ser homem.&lt;br /&gt;É possível ser livre livre livre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Alegre, O Canto e as armas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[L.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7116896-5943502501183506763?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5943502501183506763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5943502501183506763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5943502501183506763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5943502501183506763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/possvel.html' title='É possível...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rg1T5u5-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KZ0nhGpLUpg/s72-c/olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8180185269953244669</id><published>2007-03-29T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:57:54.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rgw2T-5-ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xq0p4RpDABY/s1600-h/malmequer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rgw2T-5-ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xq0p4RpDABY/s320/malmequer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047468999307060322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creio no mundo como num malmequer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele&lt;br /&gt;Porque pensar é não compreender...&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele&lt;br /&gt;(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)&lt;br /&gt;Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho filosofias: tenho sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe porque ama, nem o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência,&lt;br /&gt;E a única inocência é não pensar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[L.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8180185269953244669?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8180185269953244669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8180185269953244669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8180185269953244669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8180185269953244669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rgw2T-5-ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xq0p4RpDABY/s72-c/malmequer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2397681280222541177</id><published>2007-03-23T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:51:05.762Z</updated><title type='text'>A sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgRnY10cIeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOMFks2QQy8/s1600-h/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgRnY10cIeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOMFks2QQy8/s320/maos22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045271159023346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apesar das ruínas e da morte,&lt;br /&gt;Onde sempre acabou cada ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;A força dos meus sonhos é tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;Que de tudo renasce a exaltação&lt;br /&gt;E nunca as minhas mãos ficam vazias."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[L.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2397681280222541177?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397681280222541177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2397681280222541177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2397681280222541177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2397681280222541177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/sonhar.html' title='A sonhar...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgRnY10cIeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HOMFks2QQy8/s72-c/maos22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1533740147944827251</id><published>2007-03-22T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:08:57.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Instantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgKpN10cIdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QsiW2bbF9Fo/s1600-h/mar+de+setembro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgKpN10cIdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QsiW2bbF9Fo/s320/mar+de+setembro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044780587858797010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Pudesse eu não ter laços nem limites&lt;br /&gt;Ó vida de mil faces transbordantes&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder responder aos teus convites&lt;br /&gt;Suspensos na surpresa dos instantes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1533740147944827251?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1533740147944827251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1533740147944827251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1533740147944827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1533740147944827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/poesia.html' title='Instantes'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgKpN10cIdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QsiW2bbF9Fo/s72-c/mar+de+setembro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3129067416156696535</id><published>2007-03-21T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:10:33.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Qual o Caminho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgFHZV0cIaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kv0hvOf6NIg/s1600-h/Camino+Santiago+-+se%C3%B1al+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgFHZV0cIaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kv0hvOf6NIg/s320/Camino+Santiago+-+se%C3%B1al+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044391558311059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3129067416156696535?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3129067416156696535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3129067416156696535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3129067416156696535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3129067416156696535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/qual-o-caminho.html' title='Qual o Caminho?'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RgFHZV0cIaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kv0hvOf6NIg/s72-c/Camino+Santiago+-+se%C3%B1al+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-235286355895897789</id><published>2007-03-16T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:46:29.920Z</updated><title type='text'>A essência da Igreja Católica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfq7EZwDU0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/oegLk9bzCdw/s1600-h/107.escuridao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfq7EZwDU0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/oegLk9bzCdw/s320/107.escuridao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042548417100993346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que, esta semana, Bento XVI lançou o documento mais importante do seu pontificado: reafirmou o celibato dos padres - aquele princípio que leva muitos a serem uns pedófilos e tarados dissimulados; condenou certos cânticos e manifestações como palmas nas missas - aqueles que até cativavam alguns jovens à igreja, dando vida e alegria à celebração; defendeu a ex-comunhão dos divorciados - como se as vítimas de um casamento infeliz merecessem ser desprezados pela sociedade...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, também se soube que o Vaticano pressionou os clínicos do Hospital San Rafael de Granada, da Ordem de S. João de Deus, a transferirem Inmaculada Echevarría - há 10 anos mantida viva por um ventilador - para outra unidade de saúde, onde fosse cumprida a sua vontade: morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez daqui a uns séculos o Vaticano volte a pedir perdão pelos seus pecados, como já o fez pelas pessoas que matou, noutros tempos. Nessa altura, que Deus os perdoe. Porque eu, não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-235286355895897789?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/235286355895897789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=235286355895897789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/235286355895897789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/235286355895897789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/essncia-da-igreja-catlica.html' title='A essência da Igreja Católica!'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfq7EZwDU0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/oegLk9bzCdw/s72-c/107.escuridao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5435058610516058911</id><published>2007-03-15T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:10:46.822Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu último livro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfmIhZwDUzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fcgpDR8Wj_A/s1600-h/umacasanaescuridao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfmIhZwDUzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fcgpDR8Wj_A/s320/umacasanaescuridao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042211365247472434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"O amor é o sangue do sol dentro do sol. A inocência repetida mil vezes na vontade sincera de desejar que o céu compreenda. Levantam-se tempestades frágeis e delicadas na respiração vegetal do amor. Como uma planta a crescer da terra. O amor é a luz do sol a beber a voz doce dessa planta. Algo dentro de qualquer coisa profunda. O amor é o sentido de todas as palavras impossíveis. Atravessar o interior de uma montanha. Correr pelas horas originais do mundo. O amor é a paz fresca e a combustão de um incêndio dentro, dentro, dentro, dentro, dentro dos dias."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que José Luís Peixoto, em "Uma casa na escuridão", descreve o amor - aquele que a sua personagem sente por uma mulher que só existe no seu interior. Uma narração que remete-nos para a escuridão dentro da escuridão e para o que nos resgata dela. A obra remeteu-me também para o tédio e a desilusão. Mas marcou-me o estilo da escrita pelo seu tom poético e musical; pela beleza da redundância; pela forma como  descreve o silêncio, a podridão, a dor, o frio, a morte, os pequenos pormenores. Surpreendeu-me também o negrume da narrativa. Foi uma leitura penosa, mas uma boa descoberta literária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5435058610516058911?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5435058610516058911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5435058610516058911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5435058610516058911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5435058610516058911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-amor-o-sangue-do-sol-dentro-do-sol.html' title='O meu último livro...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfmIhZwDUzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fcgpDR8Wj_A/s72-c/umacasanaescuridao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2891061731580352198</id><published>2007-03-14T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:46:11.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos soltos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfh7IJwDUxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kmHvhwxUJcs/s1600-h/sensualidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfh7IJwDUxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kmHvhwxUJcs/s320/sensualidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041915162827903762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, a ver a vida a desafiar-me, a ter um despertar diferente, a aprender algo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;É bom quando a alma se impõe e trava a erosão do tempo e nos faz voltar a acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2891061731580352198?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2891061731580352198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2891061731580352198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2891061731580352198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2891061731580352198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensamentos-soltos-ii.html' title='Pensamentos soltos II'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rfh7IJwDUxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kmHvhwxUJcs/s72-c/sensualidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4122912333343772601</id><published>2007-03-12T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:17:51.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos soltos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfWY9JwDUuI/AAAAAAAAADk/miPLP_yC8-o/s1600-h/Post18-RosaImortal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfWY9JwDUuI/AAAAAAAAADk/miPLP_yC8-o/s320/Post18-RosaImortal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041103534268044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, a ver o significado das palavras, do abandono, do esquecimento. A ver as lágrimas secas, o desejo apagado, o estranho lugar em que me encontro. A ver o amor a gastar-se na erosão da minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4122912333343772601?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4122912333343772601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4122912333343772601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4122912333343772601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4122912333343772601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensamentos-soltos.html' title='Pensamentos soltos'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RfWY9JwDUuI/AAAAAAAAADk/miPLP_yC8-o/s72-c/Post18-RosaImortal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-136307218977051837</id><published>2007-03-11T17:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:12:14.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>Hoje, a nossa Ana Filipa faz anos. Espero que a caminhada até ao Alto da Pedrada tenha sido significativa. Como significativos são todos os passos que deste até agora. Parabéns, amiga! Foi muito bom ter-me cruzado contigo no Caminho. E espero rever-te em breve numa próxima encruzilhada. Levarei comigo algo que te pertence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-136307218977051837?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/136307218977051837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=136307218977051837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/136307218977051837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/136307218977051837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3633007361971823566</id><published>2007-03-08T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:42:10.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>A 8 de Março de 1857, operárias de uma fábrica de têxteis em Nova Iorque, revoltadas com as condições de trabalho precárias, entraram em greve, ocupando a fábrica. Aqui fechadas, um incêndio matou cerca de 130 manifestantes. É em homenagem a estas mulheres, e apelando à eliminação de todas as formas de discriminação contra o sexo feminino, que o Dia Internacional da Mulher é comemorado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a discriminação da mulher no mercado de trabalho continua. Destaco as inúmeras notícias que apontam um número crescente de despedimentos por gravidez - nem lhes é respeitado o direito à realização de serem mães. Assim como, num mundo onde o sexo oposto continua a sentir-se dominador, a mulher continua a ser menosprezada, humilhada, diminuida... Afinal, não somos todas nós descentes de Eva, a pecadora, a devassa,  a impura??&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, poupem-me! Este dia mais não diz que somos umas pobres, coitadinhas, que precisam de ser lembradas... Morreram aquelas 130 operárias, mas, hoje, ainda morrem muitas mais em outras lutas diárias. Não me parece que haja motivos para festejar. A não ser que seja proprietário de uma discoteca e tenha aqui o mote para fazer render mais uma "noite da mulher"...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia também se comemore o Dia Internacional do Homem... na altura em que o papel e valor da mulher na sociedade sejam realmente reconhecidos e o homem tenha que ser lembrado pelas atitudes e comportamentos inferiores que teve noutros tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3633007361971823566?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3633007361971823566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3633007361971823566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3633007361971823566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3633007361971823566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8006974150291016211</id><published>2007-03-07T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:35:18.489Z</updated><title type='text'>À tua espera</title><content type='html'>"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;br /&gt;Solto as amarras&lt;br /&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pedro Abrunhosa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8006974150291016211?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8006974150291016211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8006974150291016211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8006974150291016211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8006974150291016211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/esperando-te.html' title='À tua espera'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-508777461030920709</id><published>2007-03-06T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:46:08.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer dia perco-me</title><content type='html'>"Às vezes é preciso deixar que a chuva pare, que o vento sossegue e as folhas assentem. E sentir o tempo [...] Às vezes é preciso tomar fôlego" (Anita). Mas a chuva ainda não parou, o cinzento alastrou-se e as forças perderam-se.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a espada não estava pronta. De facto, "o amor é sempre o mesmo. As pessoas é que mudam" (Joana). Ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-508777461030920709?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/508777461030920709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=508777461030920709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/508777461030920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/508777461030920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-vezes-preciso-deixar-que-chuva-pare.html' title='Qualquer dia perco-me'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-571178351840321559</id><published>2007-03-06T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:33:09.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Às novas estagiárias do PÚBLICO</title><content type='html'>Conheço o significado de deixar para trás uma cidade, uma universidade, uma casa. Um lugar. Conheço os afectos que se criam, os laços que se desfazem. E os que não se apagam. Conheço-lhe os cheiros, os sabores, os toques, as paisagens. As emoções. E a miscelânia que nos habita e nos empurra, num tempo onde a saudade se cruza com a ansiedade de descobrir um novo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é agora o vosso tempo. À Catarina e à Diana, que nos meandros do PÚBLICO ambicionam agora dar um sentido a uma vida abafada por estudos, desejo um estágio que faça a diferença. Com os receios escondidos, entreguem-se. Aproveitem cada momento. Explorem cada género jornalístico, cada acontecimento, cada fonte, cada tensão. Aproveitem as mudanças do jornal para se infiltrarem no mundo do grafismo e da edição. E logo, logo verão que são capazes. Que a vida vos transformou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui à espreita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vossa fada-madrinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-571178351840321559?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/571178351840321559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=571178351840321559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/571178351840321559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/571178351840321559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-novas-estagirias-do-pblico.html' title='Às novas estagiárias do PÚBLICO'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6251484754523317565</id><published>2007-03-05T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:54:48.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Depois do sonho...</title><content type='html'>Depois de um fim de semana de sonho, a recuperar do regresso à melancólica realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que a vida me empurre para a frente e se agite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6251484754523317565?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6251484754523317565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6251484754523317565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6251484754523317565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6251484754523317565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/depois-do-sonho.html' title='Depois do sonho...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4391908088559466495</id><published>2007-03-03T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:06:13.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouvindo a mesma música</title><content type='html'>Arrumar-te a casa. Arranjar-te a roupa. Ver-te a chegar a casa com pão quente. Repousar  no sofá enquanto tocas na tua Fender. Ouvirmos a mesma música. Fazer-te o jantar. Acolhermos em casa uma gatinha. Ensinares-me quem ela é. Dormirmos abraçados... E saber que é isto que quero para o resto da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4391908088559466495?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4391908088559466495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4391908088559466495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4391908088559466495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4391908088559466495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouvindo-mesma-msica.html' title='Ouvindo a mesma música'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4114631485693182268</id><published>2007-03-02T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:00:11.305Z</updated><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>Um pouco do que a vossa amiga anda a fazer: &lt;a href="http://www.avozdeazemeis.com/php/noticias.php?ide=1354&amp;idx=300010;&amp;amp;idy=13" title="A Voz de Azeméis | Dificuldades e conquistas vividas na Cerciaz de Oliveira de Azeméis: Num mundo onde as diferençasse esbatem" target="_blank"&gt;mais uns passos no jornalismo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4114631485693182268?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4114631485693182268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4114631485693182268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4114631485693182268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4114631485693182268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4192789529951862343</id><published>2007-03-01T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:58:49.717Z</updated><title type='text'>O mundo mudou?</title><content type='html'>O PÚBLICO mudou. A VISÃO mudou. E conheço uma outra revista que também mudou. Só que esta última para pior: o grafismo é uma vergonha - excelente para os profissionais da área aprenderem "O que nunca se deve fazer"; a paginação enche-se de "conteúdos" descontextualizados, quais "tapa buracos" por falta de publicidade ou incapacidade de fazer-se melhor; as publireportagens e troca de favores enjoam de tão explícitas; as fotografias ficam muito aquém do que uma publicação decente deve exigir; há falta de criatividade na escrita - óptimo para um jornalista ver "O que é uma redundância"; e não sei onde andam os inserts e as legendas - fazem-se conforme os apetites do momento. Tudo isto numa banca perto de si... UPS! Não se encontra nas bancas... O preço na capa da revista - que não está à venda -, o número de exemplares na ficha técnica - que nunca são imprimidos -, e a campanha de marketing - que não saiu à rua... é só ilusão óptica. Afinal, O MUNDO NÃO MUDOU assim tanto: a ética e a deontologia profissional continuam a ser ultrapassadas em nome da ambição e do dinheiro. As promessas não passaram de mentiras. A fraude continua.&lt;br /&gt;Eu é que mudei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4192789529951862343?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4192789529951862343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4192789529951862343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4192789529951862343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4192789529951862343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-mundo-mudou.html' title='O mundo mudou?'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5708732053865264980</id><published>2007-03-01T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:06:24.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Em palco...</title><content type='html'>No guião da vida somos levados a subir diversos palcos. Muitos ambicionados. Outros tantos inesperados. E, entre a complexidade das cenas inesperadas, improvisadas e desgastantes, nem sempre actuamos onde o público é mais expectante. Onde o público nos é mais querido. &lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de um mês de ausência, fruto de atribulações várias - que nem valem a pena partilhar, pois cansam só de contar -, estou de volta. Ao palco que, agora, me aguarda.     Um dos mais importantes da minha vida. Por isso, vou estar aqui. Convosco. Pelo Primeiro-Esquerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vossa Lila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5708732053865264980?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5708732053865264980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5708732053865264980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5708732053865264980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5708732053865264980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/03/em-palco.html' title='Em palco...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1003470123866580005</id><published>2007-02-28T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:15:34.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Da vida</title><content type='html'>Estamos sempre no palco da vida. Com mais ou menos luz. Com mais ou menos argumento. Com mais ou menos público. Mas sempre em palco. É imperativo! E estar nesta jornada foi para mim motivador. Assumo que num mês senti-me mais «eu» em casa, do que em três anos. Mas existe também o &lt;em&gt;backstage&lt;/em&gt; da vida. Aqui são delineados os preparativos da festa da vida. Onde esteve a Lila, e de onde se espera que saia, porque o palco está mesmo com a luz certa, o chão brilhante, e o tapete vermelho estendido. À tua espera! E eu, e nós, cá estamos para vergarmos o pano e decorarmos o palco como figurinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1003470123866580005?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1003470123866580005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1003470123866580005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1003470123866580005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1003470123866580005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-vida.html' title='Da vida'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-252428273189250359</id><published>2007-02-28T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:22:55.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Da placidez</title><content type='html'>Mestre, são plácidas  &lt;br /&gt;Todas as horas  &lt;br /&gt;Que nós perdemos,  &lt;br /&gt;Se no perdê-las,  &lt;br /&gt;Qual numa jarra,  &lt;br /&gt;Nós pomos flores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tristezas &lt;br /&gt;Nem alegrias  &lt;br /&gt;Na nossa vida.  &lt;br /&gt;Assim saibamos,  &lt;br /&gt;Sábios incautos,  &lt;br /&gt;Não a viver,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas decorrê-la,&lt;br /&gt;Tranqüilos, plácidos,  &lt;br /&gt;Lendo as crianças  &lt;br /&gt;Por nossas mestras,  &lt;br /&gt;E os olhos cheios  &lt;br /&gt;De Natureza ...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À beira-rio, &lt;br /&gt;À beira-estrada,  &lt;br /&gt;Conforme calha,  &lt;br /&gt;Sempre no mesmo  &lt;br /&gt;Leve descanso  &lt;br /&gt;De estar vivendo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos diz nada.  &lt;br /&gt;Envelhecemos.  &lt;br /&gt;Saibamos, quase  &lt;br /&gt;Maliciosos,  &lt;br /&gt;Sentir-nos ir.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um gesto.  &lt;br /&gt;Não se resiste  &lt;br /&gt;Ao deus atroz  &lt;br /&gt;Que os próprios filhos  &lt;br /&gt;Devora sempre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colhamos flores.&lt;br /&gt;Molhemos leves &lt;br /&gt;As nossas mãos &lt;br /&gt;Nos rios calmos, &lt;br /&gt;Para aprendermos  &lt;br /&gt;Calma também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girassóis sempre&lt;br /&gt;Fitando o sol, &lt;br /&gt;Da vida iremos &lt;br /&gt;Tranqüilos,tendo &lt;br /&gt;Nem o remorso &lt;br /&gt;De ter vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis, Mestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[por Joana]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-252428273189250359?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/252428273189250359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=252428273189250359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/252428273189250359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/252428273189250359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-placidez.html' title='Da placidez'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4354121054838353703</id><published>2007-02-27T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:08:01.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa dos meus dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fernando Pessoa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4354121054838353703?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4354121054838353703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4354121054838353703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4354121054838353703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4354121054838353703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/pessoa-dos-meus-dias.html' title='Pessoa dos meus dias...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1839375276030597753</id><published>2007-02-27T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:20:22.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Da cultura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReQhjvkkcYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5RAa15j45dQ/s1600-h/668296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReQhjvkkcYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5RAa15j45dQ/s320/668296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036187181256044930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rumen Koynov]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se sempre nos enlaces das minhas lembranças - as que foram e as que estão para vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1839375276030597753?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1839375276030597753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1839375276030597753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1839375276030597753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1839375276030597753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-cultura.html' title='Da cultura'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReQhjvkkcYI/AAAAAAAAADY/5RAa15j45dQ/s72-c/668296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2887231172745465984</id><published>2007-02-26T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:15:30.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>Um ano de vida ...&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro de uma vida repleta, plena, leve, suave e sempre a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para o Menino Delfim e para os papás babados ... muitos parabéns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2887231172745465984?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2887231172745465984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2887231172745465984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2887231172745465984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2887231172745465984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/parabns_26.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3108395314377180138</id><published>2007-02-25T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:14:58.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReHthfkkcXI/AAAAAAAAADM/20qlib994ck/s1600-h/51614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReHthfkkcXI/AAAAAAAAADM/20qlib994ck/s320/51614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035567018043273586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tiago Estima]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir-te tocar. É o melhor sentido que tenho para ti. Dou-te a música, o melhor de mim. Cada nota é um verso de um poema que tu sabes. E, imagina tu, só para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3108395314377180138?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3108395314377180138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3108395314377180138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3108395314377180138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3108395314377180138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-tempo.html' title='Do tempo'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/ReHthfkkcXI/AAAAAAAAADM/20qlib994ck/s72-c/51614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-865274442802614620</id><published>2007-02-23T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:15:37.814Z</updated><title type='text'>20 anos</title><content type='html'>Dorme meu menino a estrela d'alva&lt;br /&gt;Já a procurei e não a vi&lt;br /&gt;Se ela não vier de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Outra que eu souber será pra ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra que eu souber na noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o teu sorriso de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Ouvirás cantando nas alturas&lt;br /&gt;Trovas e cantigas de embalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trovas e cantigas muito belas&lt;br /&gt;Afina a garganta meu cantor&lt;br /&gt;Quando a luz se apaga nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;Perde a estrela d'alva o seu fulgor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde a estrela d'alva pequenina&lt;br /&gt;Se outra não vier para a render&lt;br /&gt;Dorme quinda à noite é uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-a vir também adormecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Afonso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-865274442802614620?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/865274442802614620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=865274442802614620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/865274442802614620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/865274442802614620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/20-anos.html' title='20 anos'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5821128648631832503</id><published>2007-02-22T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:58:23.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Do preconceito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rd4DjvmcdMI/AAAAAAAAADA/LXC9P3cU3xU/s1600-h/1063503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rd4DjvmcdMI/AAAAAAAAADA/LXC9P3cU3xU/s320/1063503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034465346054812866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nuno Baptista]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes te forças na extravagância do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;perdido,&lt;br /&gt;sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;reforças a tua exuberância num mundo que julgas Teu.&lt;br /&gt;Não é.&lt;br /&gt;Vives na Sua pnumbra,&lt;br /&gt;isolado,&lt;br /&gt;sem periferia,&lt;br /&gt;acertas o passo à tua velocidade. E Ele, o mundo, perdura, ai dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, olha, a Criação assim O quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5821128648631832503?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5821128648631832503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5821128648631832503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5821128648631832503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5821128648631832503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-preconceito.html' title='Do preconceito'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rd4DjvmcdMI/AAAAAAAAADA/LXC9P3cU3xU/s72-c/1063503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-2803438871468014060</id><published>2007-02-21T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:53:31.402Z</updated><title type='text'>Do vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdxcnPmcdLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bj6CsrSOyFI/s1600-h/t1021178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdxcnPmcdLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bj6CsrSOyFI/s400/t1021178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034000312765805746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is an empty room&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-2803438871468014060?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2803438871468014060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=2803438871468014060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2803438871468014060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/2803438871468014060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-heart-is-empty-room-death-cab-for.html' title='Do vazio'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdxcnPmcdLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bj6CsrSOyFI/s72-c/t1021178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3071371124396912283</id><published>2007-02-20T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:31:09.512Z</updated><title type='text'>carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdswM_mcdKI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y4Rkg0IRd2I/s1600-h/DSC_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdswM_mcdKI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y4Rkg0IRd2I/s400/DSC_3905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033670008305906850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um cheirinho daquilo que foi o meu carnaval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3071371124396912283?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3071371124396912283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3071371124396912283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3071371124396912283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3071371124396912283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/carnaval.html' title='carnaval'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdswM_mcdKI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y4Rkg0IRd2I/s72-c/DSC_3905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4275437486978128126</id><published>2007-02-19T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:53:13.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Da nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdmM0fmcdJI/AAAAAAAAACc/g85SeBPDp8I/s1600-h/Mun.1esq.aula+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033208892027073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdmM0fmcdJI/AAAAAAAAACc/g85SeBPDp8I/s400/Mun.1esq.aula+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [J. M. Soares]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá no meio da floresta. Longe. Havia uma porta. Nunca percebi porquê. Achei bonito. Anormal, dispensável, mas soava a mistério, e isso seduzia-me. Hoje percebo porque lá no meio da floresta. Longe. Havia uma porta. A nostalgia esvoaçava como uma cortina na liberdade de uma janela aberta. Quem entra pela porta, também sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4275437486978128126?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4275437486978128126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4275437486978128126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4275437486978128126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4275437486978128126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-nostalgia.html' title='Da nostalgia'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdmM0fmcdJI/AAAAAAAAACc/g85SeBPDp8I/s72-c/Mun.1esq.aula+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5127761890763958647</id><published>2007-02-18T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:37:21.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Da tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdiTHPmcdII/AAAAAAAAACQ/mOJ2maU_4-k/s1600-h/13926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032934336242676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdiTHPmcdII/AAAAAAAAACQ/mOJ2maU_4-k/s320/13926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Jan Falkenberg]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom era sacudir a tristeza como quem sacode as gotas de chuva estacionadas no tecido de um guarda-chuva. Sacode, sacode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5127761890763958647?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5127761890763958647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5127761890763958647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5127761890763958647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5127761890763958647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-tristeza.html' title='Da tristeza'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdiTHPmcdII/AAAAAAAAACQ/mOJ2maU_4-k/s72-c/13926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4094247498539830740</id><published>2007-02-17T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:04:00.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Da ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RddA2vmcdHI/AAAAAAAAACE/YGSCQSbURdg/s1600-h/1064428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032562417844647026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RddA2vmcdHI/AAAAAAAAACE/YGSCQSbURdg/s320/1064428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [José Santarém]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há ninguém para brincar às 'escondidas'. A cor desgastada anuncia a ausência de interesse. Ao abandono, as figuras entrelaçam-se em &lt;em&gt;puzzle&lt;/em&gt; tomando a ausência como companhia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4094247498539830740?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4094247498539830740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4094247498539830740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4094247498539830740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4094247498539830740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-ausncia.html' title='Da ausência'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RddA2vmcdHI/AAAAAAAAACE/YGSCQSbURdg/s72-c/1064428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-9203446909063587785</id><published>2007-02-16T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:33:12.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdYFRPmcdGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bc4P6nc9tks/s1600-h/1053214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032215427436803170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdYFRPmcdGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bc4P6nc9tks/s400/1053214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Carla]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhava como uma fotografia tremida. Fitava as zonas que os seus olhos conseguiam atingir. Era feliz quando tinha a protecção de sentir a gola aconchegada ao sorriso, fazia-lhe lembrar as cocegas das lembranças boas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-9203446909063587785?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/9203446909063587785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=9203446909063587785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9203446909063587785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9203446909063587785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-felicidade.html' title='Da felicidade'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdYFRPmcdGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bc4P6nc9tks/s72-c/1053214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-407727998947586863</id><published>2007-02-15T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:25:13.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Da esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdRBlvmcdFI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZaDE_j34AGA/s1600-h/949543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031718800368366674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdRBlvmcdFI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZaDE_j34AGA/s400/949543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[bart]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trincava os dentes só de pensar que precisava de um Outro para o seu alimento. O Outro nunca aparece. Alheado da crua realidade que lhe escapa, não lê o sonho dos que o rodeam nos jornais. Há protagonistas imprimidos nas páginas de todos os dias, de todas as vidas, e cansados da impressão, vagueiam afugentados pelo Outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-407727998947586863?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/407727998947586863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=407727998947586863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/407727998947586863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/407727998947586863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-esperana.html' title='Da esperança'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdRBlvmcdFI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZaDE_j34AGA/s72-c/949543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3204517811884458900</id><published>2007-02-14T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:10:30.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Da eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdL7kPmcdEI/AAAAAAAAABg/owF41bzS5Jw/s1600-h/189559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031360333807907906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdL7kPmcdEI/AAAAAAAAABg/owF41bzS5Jw/s400/189559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Miguel Andrade]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caminha segura e descalça de cabeça para baixo e os pés sugados pelas núvens. Não reage à tonturas, apenas segue, pelos dias suados. Segue segura e descalça até à eternidade. Talvez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3204517811884458900?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3204517811884458900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3204517811884458900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3204517811884458900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3204517811884458900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-eternidade.html' title='Da eternidade'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdL7kPmcdEI/AAAAAAAAABg/owF41bzS5Jw/s72-c/189559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-7111702254184633847</id><published>2007-02-13T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:40:09.888Z</updated><title type='text'>Da paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdGzmvmcdDI/AAAAAAAAABU/LUEsiODtVH8/s1600-h/t1059085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030999736943670322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdGzmvmcdDI/AAAAAAAAABU/LUEsiODtVH8/s400/t1059085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Olhares]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zoava sons de neve lá em cima. Assistia ao reboliço de dias vazios - os de cá de baixo. Vivia em levitação, na paz. Mergulhada num suspiro sincero, tinha-se a ela, envolta em branco-paz. Isso bastava.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-7111702254184633847?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7111702254184633847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=7111702254184633847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7111702254184633847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/7111702254184633847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-paz.html' title='Da paz'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdGzmvmcdDI/AAAAAAAAABU/LUEsiODtVH8/s72-c/t1059085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-6700779447781640098</id><published>2007-02-12T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:09:13.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Da solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdBzpvmcdCI/AAAAAAAAABI/0iAk1rz2k4I/s1600-h/t1035895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030647944762389538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdBzpvmcdCI/AAAAAAAAABI/0iAk1rz2k4I/s400/t1035895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sussurava que a solidão lhe fazia bem. Para ela, a solidão era estender-se pelo dia até rebentar a noite. Carimbava o banco da aldeia e punha-se a olhar a estrada, que por ali se abria. Era assim que fazia adormecer a solidão, espreitando pela estrada. Punha-se a cismar o mundo para além do dela. Daquela estrada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-6700779447781640098?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6700779447781640098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=6700779447781640098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6700779447781640098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/6700779447781640098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-solido.html' title='Da solidão'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RdBzpvmcdCI/AAAAAAAAABI/0iAk1rz2k4I/s72-c/t1035895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-1380552785702160994</id><published>2007-02-11T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:02:06.035Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rc9ozPmcdBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Nm0CxYBC_Zo/s1600-h/t13072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030354538366530578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rc9ozPmcdBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Nm0CxYBC_Zo/s320/t13072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[olhares]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por vezes perto demais. Muitas vezes recuado. Ofuscado em luz, caminhava branco e pálido sobre um tecto em minúsculas, baço. Levava até ao expoente máximo a sua nova vaga de ideias que quereriam dizer nada. Sob uma pele baça gastava-se em tempos ondulantes para se permitir um desejo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-1380552785702160994?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1380552785702160994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=1380552785702160994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1380552785702160994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/1380552785702160994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/olhares-por-vezes-perto-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/Rc9ozPmcdBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Nm0CxYBC_Zo/s72-c/t13072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-5625346341115217006</id><published>2007-02-11T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:25:22.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>... à nossa Joana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom ver-te em palco.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te perto.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir-te.&lt;br /&gt;Ler-te.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi neste dia, há já seis anos, que te conheci. Uma maravilhosa desgraçada noite! Sem ti, tudo teria sido muito diferente. Que bom existires para mim, para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-5625346341115217006?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5625346341115217006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=5625346341115217006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5625346341115217006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/5625346341115217006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/parabns.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3572884832721110324</id><published>2007-02-09T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:17:18.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcxKGPmcdAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8zqUhS6gPGI/s1600-h/1042006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029476354993452034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcxKGPmcdAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8zqUhS6gPGI/s400/1042006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3572884832721110324?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3572884832721110324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3572884832721110324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3572884832721110324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3572884832721110324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/bom-dia_09.html' title='Bom dia'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcxKGPmcdAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8zqUhS6gPGI/s72-c/1042006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-9160688924959255649</id><published>2007-02-07T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:27:31.648Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Entre a corda-bamba]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o teu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Rega as tuas plantas,&lt;br /&gt;Ama as tuas rosas.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é a sombra&lt;br /&gt;De árvores alheias.&lt;br /&gt;A realidade&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;Do que nós queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Só nós somos sempre&lt;br /&gt;Iguais a nós-próprios.&lt;br /&gt;Suave é viver só.&lt;br /&gt;Grande e nobre é sempre&lt;br /&gt;Viver simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a dor nas aras&lt;br /&gt;Como ex-voto aos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;Vê de longe a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca a interrogues.&lt;br /&gt;Ela nada pode&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te. A resposta&lt;br /&gt;Está além dos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;Mas serenamente&lt;br /&gt;Imita o Olimpo&lt;br /&gt;No teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses são deuses&lt;br /&gt;Porque não se pensam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segue o teu destino&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-9160688924959255649?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/9160688924959255649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=9160688924959255649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9160688924959255649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/9160688924959255649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/entre-corda-bamba-segue-o-teu-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8731433932129715556</id><published>2007-02-04T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:46:22.849Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcW_qQweQ4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hAlHid74a4/s1600-h/t1008072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027635291802715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcW_qQweQ4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hAlHid74a4/s320/t1008072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Olhares -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;melhor fotografia do mês]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É quando te olho que peço que venhas. É quando te olho que desejo partir. Isso basta para tu e eu nos conhecermos, para nos sentirmos especiais, um no outro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8731433932129715556?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8731433932129715556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8731433932129715556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8731433932129715556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8731433932129715556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/olhares-melhor-fotografia-do-ms-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcW_qQweQ4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hAlHid74a4/s72-c/t1008072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-4245233658383950960</id><published>2007-02-03T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:17:32.688Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcR8ZAweQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GUv0qK5UAF0/s1600-h/t301099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027279853194199922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcR8ZAweQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GUv0qK5UAF0/s320/t301099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Olhares]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;É preciso guardar algum caos em ti mesmo para fazer nascer uma estrela cadente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F. Nietzche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-4245233658383950960?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4245233658383950960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=4245233658383950960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4245233658383950960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/4245233658383950960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcR8ZAweQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GUv0qK5UAF0/s72-c/t301099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8062387869276716287</id><published>2007-02-02T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:15:27.988Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcMqJgweQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jeRwPIyN440/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026907951976039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcMqJgweQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jeRwPIyN440/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Cindy Sherman]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E assim como assim, andamos às avessas, à procura de um mundo melhor, que não aparece, porque não tem que aparecer, a tentar resgatar sorrisos e risos e, já agora, gargalhadas, acabando sempre nos bastidores, a pensar se resultou, se a ética do nariz vermelho resultou, e se o branco que venda as rugas de uma vida imprevisível espumou um minuto que seja de refúgio,ao libertar os dentes para fora, e soltar uma alma presa. Às vezes sou palhaço.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8062387869276716287?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8062387869276716287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8062387869276716287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8062387869276716287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8062387869276716287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/02/cindy-sherman-e-assim-como-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58VGDxXCTq0/RcMqJgweQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jeRwPIyN440/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-8099303584121690888</id><published>2007-01-31T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:55:06.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto de cores garridas.&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças boas. Estou no palco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem o texto mais abaixo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-8099303584121690888?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8099303584121690888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=8099303584121690888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8099303584121690888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/8099303584121690888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/01/gosto-de-cores-garridas.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-3054914729707273117</id><published>2007-01-31T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:52:05.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando a persiana fica aberta, as verdades espreitam...</title><content type='html'>I will dispense this advice now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked, you are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you. &lt;strong&gt;Sing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floss&lt;/strong&gt;. Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind, the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. &lt;strong&gt;Stretch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either.&lt;br /&gt;Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Brother and sister together we'll make it through. Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there I know you've been hurtin, but I've been waitin' to be there for you and I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard, Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. Brother and sister together we'll make it through. Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there I know you've been hurtin, but I've been waitin' to be there for you and I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody's free. Everybody's free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-3054914729707273117?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3054914729707273117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=3054914729707273117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3054914729707273117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/3054914729707273117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/01/quando-persiana-fica-aberta-as-verdades.html' title='Quando a persiana fica aberta, as verdades espreitam...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-852093229772123871</id><published>2007-01-30T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:00:50.237Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"És tu! És tu! Sempre vieste!&lt;br /&gt;Oiço de novo o riso dos teus passos!&lt;br /&gt;És tu que eu vejo a estender-me os braços&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus criou pra me abraçar a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é divino e santo assim...&lt;br /&gt;Foram-se os desalentos, os cansaços...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é  mundo: é um jardim!&lt;br /&gt;Um céu aberto: longes, os espaços!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prende-me toda, Amor, prende-me bem!&lt;br /&gt;Que vês em redor? Não há ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;A Terra? - Um astro morto que flutua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é chama a arder, tudo o que sente,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é vida e vibra eternamente&lt;br /&gt;És tu seres meu, Amor, e eu ser tua!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-852093229772123871?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/852093229772123871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=852093229772123871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/852093229772123871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/852093229772123871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/01/s-tu-s-tu-sempre-vieste-oio-de-novo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-117017988761306231</id><published>2007-01-30T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:58:07.640Z</updated><title type='text'>ja no final do mes...</title><content type='html'>E assim passou Janeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim passo a pasta à senhora que se segue para cuidar e dinamizar muito o nosso blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-117017988761306231?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/117017988761306231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=117017988761306231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/117017988761306231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/117017988761306231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/01/ja-no-final-do-mes.html' title='ja no final do mes...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116896.post-116937973694272264</id><published>2007-01-21T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:42:16.966Z</updated><title type='text'>eu fiz...</title><content type='html'>para levantar os ânimos aqui no nosso blog vou desafiar todas as meninas a completar a seguinte frase :&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje eu fiz...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora muito bem, completem a frase nos comentários&lt;br /&gt;A melhor frase recebe um prémio...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116896-116937973694272264?l=primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/116937973694272264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116896&amp;postID=116937973694272264&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/116937973694272264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116896/posts/default/116937973694272264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeiroesquerdo.blogspot.com/2007/01/eu-fiz.html' title='eu fiz...'/><author><name>primeiro-esquerdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00117241013053219172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
