<?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-7489655</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:44:22.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sítio da Saudade</title><subtitle type='html'>Um lugar para brincar com palavras e ideias. Para partilhar. Para nunca esquecermos quem somos. O que sentimos. Para minimizar a mágoa de não podermos estar em vários sítios ao mesmo tempo. A corrida apressada da vida. A impossibilidade de conhecer tudo o que existe. A saudade já.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7455999394522286435</id><published>2012-01-26T17:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:44:22.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Havemos de engordar juntos</title><summary type='text'>(...) Ter alguém que saiba o pin do nosso cartão multibanco é um descanso na alma. Essa tranquilidade faz falta, abranda a velocidade do tempo para o nosso ritmo pessoal. É incompreensível que ninguém a cante.As canções e os poemas ignoram tanto acerca do amor. Como se explica, por exemplo, que não falem dos serões a ver televisão no sofá? Não há explicação. O amor também é estar no sofá, tapados</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7455999394522286435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7455999394522286435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2012/01/havemos-de-engordar-juntos.html' title='Havemos de engordar juntos'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLpQXJrE520/TyGB4a1L_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lyeylF78QdU/s72-c/400816_328471710509000_100000385227918_1032763_570401864_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4093604715511244832</id><published>2012-01-24T11:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:13:21.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessa da Infância</title><summary type='text'>Quietos fazemos as grandes viagenssó a alma convive com as paragens estranhaslembro-me de uma janelana Travessa da infânciaonde seguindo o rumor dos autocarrosolhei pela primeira vez o mundonão sei se poderás adivinhara secreta glória que senti por esses diassó mais tarde descobri queo último apeadeiro de todosos autocarrosera ainda antesdo mundomas isso foimuito depoisrepitoJosé Tolentino </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4093604715511244832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4093604715511244832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2012/01/travessa-da-infancia.html' title='Travessa da Infância'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MRGRu3tz9Y/Tx6C5UFgZ4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/6rK0JoxsG-4/s72-c/399801_328999327122905_100000385227918_1034537_451244403_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-9164593344482755409</id><published>2012-01-18T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:25:12.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A estrada branca</title><summary type='text'>Atravessei contigo a minuciosa tardedeste-me a tua mão, a vida pareciadifícil de estabeleceracima do muro altofolhas tremiamao invisível peso mais fortePodia morrer por uma só dessas coisasque trazemos sem que possam ser ditas:astros cruzam-se numa velocidade que apavorainamovíveis glaciares por fim se deslocame na única forma que tem de acompanhar-teo meu coração bateJosé Tolentino Mendonça in A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9164593344482755409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9164593344482755409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2012/01/estrada-branca.html' title='A estrada branca'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdifV-xDJys/TxacMsC6k7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/eO1_ug-3EyU/s72-c/405958_324864474203057_100000385227918_1022867_480527905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-5341846702866042810</id><published>2012-01-05T11:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:09:16.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bom dia com um sorriso</title><summary type='text'>Descoberto em A barriga de um arquitecto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5341846702866042810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5341846702866042810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-bom-dia-com-um-sorriso.html' title='Um bom dia com um sorriso'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EE_Y3xB8uYE/TwV1-o7PfhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/18KSmsPRdY8/s72-c/gioconda-makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3810907689919220770</id><published>2012-01-04T13:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:27:23.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada da Rita</title><summary type='text'>    Disseram-me um dia Rita põe-te em guardaaviso-te, a vida é dura põe-te em guardacerra os dois punhos e andou põe-te em guardaeu disse adeus à desditae lancei mãos à aventurae ainda aqui está quem falou  Galguei caminhos de ferro (põe-te em guarda)palmilhei ruas à fome (põe-te em guarda)dormi em bancos à chuva (põe-te em guarda)e a solidão não errese ao chamá-la o seu nomeme vai que nem uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3810907689919220770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3810907689919220770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2012/01/balada-da-rita.html' title='Balada da Rita'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C-lf5qG7JVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4294618645095907288</id><published>2011-12-29T10:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:55:35.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro é um mês bonito</title><summary type='text'>Porque tem o Natal. Porque termina um ano e a esperança renova-se. Porque este ano esteve cheio de sol. Porque continuamos todos juntos e somos felizes. Foto de Luís Miguel Duarte</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4294618645095907288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4294618645095907288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/12/dezembro.html' title='Dezembro é um mês bonito'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnEGB2C0roA/Tvw4p8VxhmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bdAZRHaDLRE/s72-c/luis%2Bmiguel%2Bduarte%2B-%2Bpalacio%2Bda%2Bvila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8102915512816224296</id><published>2011-12-19T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:12:42.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Siza sings....</title><summary type='text'>Siza sings | Film by Fernando Guerra from últimas reportagens on Vimeo....e eu sorrio. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8102915512816224296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8102915512816224296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/12/siza-sings.html' title='Siza sings....'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2084970884460895085</id><published>2011-12-16T18:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:17:49.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>E o amor transformou-se noutra coisa com o mesmo nome.Era disto que falavam as mães quando davam conselhosás filhas e diziam: o amor vem depois. Era isto o depois.Uma ternura simples, quase dolorosa, muitos silêncios,todas as horas do dia e um poema que se dissolve dentrode mim e que, devagar, sem rosto, desaparece.José Luís Peixoto, in Gaveta de Papéis.Foto de Luis Miguel Duarte ( praia da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2084970884460895085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2084970884460895085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhVkW80HCRE/Tut6Bhgm28I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/80UjzyErPw4/s72-c/39102_142946115728228_100000385227918_267795_4987103_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4942034643631278251</id><published>2011-05-16T18:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:23:40.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Inglês</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4942034643631278251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4942034643631278251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/05/hotel-ingles.html' title='Hotel Inglês'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zXivFpwH7Q/TdFTVyMClXI/AAAAAAAAASI/6-T3JNJTsgg/s72-c/bicicleta%2Bantiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3041247085503536897</id><published>2011-03-11T20:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:12:31.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque é que ás vezes me dão umas loucuras idealistas...</title><summary type='text'>...porque, como alguém de disse um dia, não podemos esquecer quem somos e por onde passamos e eu acrescento: não podemos esquecer de quem somos filhos.O que eu sei sobre eleTudo isto por causa do afamado dia 12 de Março de 2011.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3041247085503536897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3041247085503536897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/03/porque-e-que-as-vezes-me-dao-umas.html' title='Porque é que ás vezes me dão umas loucuras idealistas...'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2783632745702282055</id><published>2011-02-14T10:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:49:04.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar</title><summary type='text'>Dás-me licençaDe entrar na tua vidaE pendurar na parede da tua salaA minha janela?Posso desarrumar tudoTirar os sapatosE estender-me no teu mundo ?Espalhar nos teus minutosToda as dúvidasQue trago comigo ?Passear descalça peloCorredor das tuas certezas?Desfazer a tua camae dormir atravessada nos teus sonhos?Posso entrar e sair de casaDás-me a chaveE não me marcas horas?Posso voar ?Foto de Luís </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2783632745702282055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2783632745702282055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/02/voar.html' title='Voar'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EgdxSif1pD0/TVj52O7tvGI/AAAAAAAAASA/GP37uTyzcqY/s72-c/bal%25C3%25A3o%2B-%2BLu%25C3%25ADs%2BMiguel%2BDuarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-359978821279126331</id><published>2011-01-18T19:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:18:22.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões idiomáticas: ter para os alfinetes</title><summary type='text'>Significado: Ter dinheiro para viver.Origem: Em        outros tempos, os alfinetes eram objecto de adorno das mulheres e daí que,        então, a frase significasse o dinheiro poupado para a sua compra porque os        alfinetes eram um produto caro. Os anos passaram e eles tornaram-se        utensílios, já não apenas de enfeite, mas utilitários e acessíveis.        Todavia, a expressão chegou a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/359978821279126331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/359978821279126331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/01/expressoes-idiomaticas-ter-para-os.html' title='Expressões idiomáticas: ter para os alfinetes'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-341239444338737276</id><published>2011-01-06T10:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:01:32.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pátria</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/341239444338737276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/341239444338737276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2011/01/patria.html' title='Pátria'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TSWSAnbZKKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9vyxP2g1aR8/s72-c/Luis%2BMiguel%2BDuarte%2B-%2BA%25C3%25A7ores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6830801370949419603</id><published>2010-11-22T10:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:25:07.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões idiomáticas: coisas do arco-da-velha</title><summary type='text'>Significado: Coisas inacreditáveis, absurdas, espantosas,        inverosímeis.Origem: A expressão tem origem no Antigo        Testamento; arco-da-velha é o arco-íris, ou arco-celeste, e foi o sinal do        pacto que Deus fez com Noé: "Estando o arco nas nuvens, Eu ao vê-lo        recordar-Me-ei da aliança eterna concluída entre Deus e todos os seres        vivos de toda a espécie que há na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6830801370949419603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6830801370949419603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/expressoes-idiomaticas-coisas-do-arco.html' title='Expressões idiomáticas: coisas do arco-da-velha'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7371570943253953258</id><published>2010-11-17T11:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:44:13.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões idiomáticas - Do tempo da Maria Cachucha</title><summary type='text'>Significado: Muito antigo.Origem: A cachucha era        uma dança espanhola a três tempos, em que o dançarino, ao som das        castanholas, começava a dança num movimento moderado, que ia acelerando,        até terminar num vivo volteio. Esta dança teve uma certa voga em França,        quando uma célebre dançarina, Fanny Elssler, a dançou na Ópera de Paris.        Em Portugal, a popular cantiga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7371570943253953258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7371570943253953258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/expressoes-idiomaticas-do-tempo-da.html' title='Expressões idiomáticas - Do tempo da Maria Cachucha'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6224531080959995002</id><published>2010-11-15T11:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:19:10.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões idiomáticas - Verdade de la Palisse</title><summary type='text'>Significado: Uma verdade de La Palice (ou lapalissada /        lapaliçada) é evidência tão grande, que se torna        ridícula.Origem: O guerreiro francês Jacques de Chabannes,        senhor de La Palice (1470-1525), nada fez para denominar hoje um truísmo.        Fama tão negativa e multissecular deve-se a um erro de interpretação. Na        sua época, este chefe militar celebrizou-se pela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6224531080959995002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6224531080959995002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/11/expressoes-idiomaticas-verdade-de-la.html' title='Expressões idiomáticas - Verdade de la Palisse'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8249962808454735726</id><published>2010-10-28T10:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:27:49.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O falador</title><summary type='text'>Dos muitos livros que li, há alguns que deixam uma recordação muito forte. No caso de ' O falador', de Mário Vargas LLosa, o que me ficou foi o curioso facto de, depois de ler mais ou  menos um terço do livro, ter começado a formular os pensamentos como o protagonista ( índio machiguenga da Amazónia peruana ): por etapas, quase aos soluços, sem um fio condutor tal como o conhecemos.  É um bom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8249962808454735726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8249962808454735726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-falador.html' title='O falador'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TMk0bbKRVFI/AAAAAAAAARo/VHxatztCuRM/s72-c/mriovargasllhosaas8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3348306419242504072</id><published>2010-10-25T12:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:05:38.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas notícias</title><summary type='text'>Esta semana: Tindersticks no Porto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3348306419242504072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3348306419242504072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/boas-noticias_8490.html' title='Boas notícias'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2731670965496531794</id><published>2010-10-25T11:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:48:19.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas notícias</title><summary type='text'>A nossa aposta é no culto do livro e na diversidade da oferta. Entendemos as livrarias como espaços culturais e não como meros balcões de venda de livros, palavras do administrador José da Ponte.A Livraria Latina reabre, no Porto, na próxima quarta-feira.Foto de Zwigmar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2731670965496531794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2731670965496531794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/boas-noticias_25.html' title='Boas notícias'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TMVQRHAHu9I/AAAAAAAAARg/HFsK024KF4w/s72-c/neon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6407621020647906786</id><published>2010-10-22T11:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:22:05.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Favela painting project</title><summary type='text'>De Jeroen Koolhaas e Dre Uhahn na Interiuer 2010.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6407621020647906786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6407621020647906786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/favela-painting-project.html' title='Favela painting project'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TMFXO1Iiq4I/AAAAAAAAARY/Ue7zWnb8tPw/s72-c/favela+painting+project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-135069283732665852</id><published>2010-10-22T10:47:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:24:54.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas notícias</title><summary type='text'>A partir da tarde de quarta-feira, as obras da Colecção Particular de Fernando Pessoa passaram a estar disponíveis na Biblioteca Digital da Casa Fernando Pessoa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/135069283732665852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/135069283732665852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/boas-noticias.html' title='Boas notícias'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TMFQ4MJX60I/AAAAAAAAARQ/XzfM5SU4-vg/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-617566426697181510</id><published>2010-10-22T10:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:24:15.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractais</title><summary type='text'>Morreu Mandelbrot.in Público</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/617566426697181510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/617566426697181510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/10/fractais.html' title='Fractais'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/TMFO9rEcTpI/AAAAAAAAARI/CFHZZPth620/s72-c/fractal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6094276370887221766</id><published>2010-02-26T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:48:56.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><summary type='text'>Tenho um anjo muito eficiente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6094276370887221766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6094276370887221766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/02/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7600053007792037951</id><published>2010-01-12T16:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:44:00.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZIW</title><summary type='text'>A vastidão avança por aquilo de que falamosevoca o que o tempo nos aconselhacom mensagens que parecem sem sentido: o telefone toca apenas uma vezfaróis são deixados toda a tarde acesossucessivas falhas nos perturbampois não são falhas apenastalvez a completa escuridão nunca tenha existidotalvez nos momentos decisivosregresse por alguma passagem o desconhecidoum milhão de cintilantes lanternas de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7600053007792037951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7600053007792037951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ziw.html' title='ZIW'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/S0yWyf4Jt5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HZESlz4IBU4/s72-c/20091025222000_img_0849%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7055688692462435287</id><published>2009-12-23T12:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:23:11.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><summary type='text'> Com votos de que 2010 seja um ano tranquilo, cheio de bons sentimentos e emoções.   Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7055688692462435287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7055688692462435287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SzH71JzxveI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y9txDelpJZs/s72-c/20091127222945_7591%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2751846808101759383</id><published>2009-10-26T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:23:59.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De onde viemos</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, alguém me contou a história de vida do seu pai. Quase pedindo desculpa pelo orgulho com que falava nele. Essa mesma pessoa disse que não podemos nunca esquecer donde viemos e por onde passamos. Era tudo o que eu precisava de ouvir neste momento.'Tu não és como nós'. Não, não sou mesmo.Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2751846808101759383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2751846808101759383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-onde-viemos.html' title='De onde viemos'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SuW51znXwBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GQxxk7FpoQg/s72-c/28672%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8449526098615266180</id><published>2009-10-13T12:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:47:02.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo atrás de ti</title><summary type='text'>Esta dor não passa quando adormeçochora ao pé de mim irremediávelalguém nos toca no ombro edamos por nós mais sozinhoso meu lugar na morteé junto da janelalogo atrás de tiMário Rui de Oliveira in Bairro JudaicoFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8449526098615266180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8449526098615266180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/10/logo-atras-de-ti.html' title='Logo atrás de ti'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/StRaRSVP_HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qPGHZIeF-ig/s72-c/35548%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6709571963844102389</id><published>2009-09-09T14:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:50:47.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quintas de Leitura - casting</title><summary type='text'>Mais informaçãoes aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6709571963844102389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6709571963844102389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/09/quintas-de-leitura-casting.html' title='Quintas de Leitura - casting'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SqekdJNTSbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CrWlixaUz20/s72-c/Casting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6509642983052288919</id><published>2009-07-23T17:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:49:29.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejá-vu</title><summary type='text'>Têm sido arredios os dias de luz, sem estradas infinitas no meio do Thar.Hoje de manhã viajei junto ao rio até um sítio no passado que não sei onde é. Cheio daquela luz de água.Hoje sou uma mulher mais paciente, já sei contar estrelas pelos dedos sem me enganar. Tenho uma casa na montanha onde me refugio ao fim do dia.Sou feliz e inteira e, no entanto, ainda pugno por um dia de liberdade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6509642983052288919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6509642983052288919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/07/deja-vu.html' title='Dejá-vu'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SmiFbz-4vqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/l3oALTyLKIU/s72-c/280800000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6984128328042119022</id><published>2009-07-16T19:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:06:56.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco anos</title><summary type='text'>O blog fez cinco anos há cerca de quinze dias. Nem me lembrei, ando tão ocupada a viver... Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6984128328042119022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6984128328042119022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/07/cinco-anos.html' title='Cinco anos'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Sl9d13omnEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EyBGns3RX8k/s72-c/10077900000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6539588643651592775</id><published>2009-06-26T19:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:31:25.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do baú: Estradas</title><summary type='text'>A seguir contavas-me uma históriaEscutava atenta mergulhada nos teus olhosNão eram as palavras que ouviaVia os quadros que pintavasEm cores que só eu conheço e tu me ensinasA seguir contavas-me uma históriaFalavas-me das viagens que fazes pelo mundoDisseste-me também que não viesteMas eu sabia a dada altura que já estavasMesmo sem teres chegado ainda É que há estradas em cima das estradasUmas são</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6539588643651592775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6539588643651592775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-bau-estradas.html' title='Do baú: Estradas'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SkUFyD6EzvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2mMH9rN_Dqk/s72-c/687300000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2216406172732115300</id><published>2009-06-04T18:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:40:17.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajar</title><summary type='text'>Afinal, a melhor maneira de viajar é sentir. Álvaro de CamposExposição de pintura, “desejada suspensão”Inauguração 6 de Junho, entre 16h00 | 20h00A exposição pode ser visitada até 27 de JunhoGaleria PLUMBA, localizada no Porto, à Rua Miguel Bombarda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2216406172732115300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2216406172732115300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/06/viajar.html' title='Viajar'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Sif4lrFkcuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NZ0nN9HWPkY/s72-c/convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-464038228046762451</id><published>2009-05-29T13:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:41:37.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens</title><summary type='text'>We'll always have Paris.Rick in CasablancaFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/464038228046762451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/464038228046762451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/05/viagens.html' title='Viagens'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Sh_JdRdRAVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lV9x2lgKsF4/s72-c/37768%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7561746228132588742</id><published>2009-05-14T19:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:09:20.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero que sejas feliz</title><summary type='text'>Quando os instantes de manhã se acumulam nas paredes da casa, eu rasgo as páginas onde te escrevo,porque sei que tudo será desnecessário, tudo seráfrágil. Quando imagino o sol que não sei poderei ver,esqueço as paredes e, com tanta força,  quero que sejas feliz.José Luís Peixoto in A casa, a escuridãoFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7561746228132588742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7561746228132588742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/05/quero-que-sejas-feliz.html' title='Quero que sejas feliz'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SgxP7_LUwYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XvTCed4qll8/s72-c/23779%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8922252353868596817</id><published>2009-05-05T12:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:09.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bom dia</title><summary type='text'>Nothing compares to you   Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8922252353868596817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8922252353868596817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-bom-dia.html' title='Um bom dia'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SgAcHKD9KYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/R258DdvcB-Q/s72-c/989500000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3922245169499530866</id><published>2009-04-28T18:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:30:08.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertença</title><summary type='text'>Aninhei-me quieta no teu colo à espera do momento em que descobrisses. Agora sabes bem que nunca estive lá. Nunca estive em lugar nenhum a não ser neste caminho luminoso que só encontro no silêncio. Uma flecha atirada sem rumo, sem arco, sem mão. Nunca fui de nada. Esta despertença deu-me o dom de partir a toda a hora, de ir embora antes de verem mais do que este ‘nenhum cabelo fora do lugar’. O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3922245169499530866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3922245169499530866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/04/despertenca.html' title='Despertença'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SfcuJWZag1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4-U0E9MZrbc/s72-c/37543%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3735534943921226836</id><published>2009-04-17T13:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:42:51.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu sei sobre ele II</title><summary type='text'>Disseram-me há dias que sou igual a ele: a forma do rosto, os dentes, as mãos. Sou mais morena, apenas. No resto igual. Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3735534943921226836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3735534943921226836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-eu-sei-sobre-ele-ii.html' title='O que eu sei sobre ele II'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SehqRYV9-AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/erVziy0Kq8o/s72-c/24549%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7032630839832997789</id><published>2009-03-31T13:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:54:20.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A música leva-me onde gosto de estar</title><summary type='text'>Sail to me.  Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7032630839832997789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7032630839832997789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/03/musica-leva-me-onde-gosto-de-estar.html' title='A música leva-me onde gosto de estar'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SdID6m-0YKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/x8xwDel3UKo/s72-c/22247%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7816075093493267873</id><published>2009-03-25T18:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:27:59.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do baú: A Barburinha</title><summary type='text'>Contam-me que usei chupeta até muito tarde. Muito tarde quererá dizer três anos. Acontecia que era muito agarrada a esse objecto e disso lembro-me bem. Ás vezes não tinha chupeta para dormir. Nessas alturas fazia uma grande birra e a minha mãe levava-me para a janela e contava-me uma história.A história da Barburinha. Era uma mulher de longa capa que surgia do escuro e descia a rua que se via de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7816075093493267873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7816075093493267873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-bau-barburinha.html' title='Do baú: A Barburinha'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/ScpphvDywuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/072U3F0dRuA/s72-c/23169%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4737298257002021527</id><published>2009-03-09T19:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:12:36.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras</title><summary type='text'>As palavras sussuram como segredos confiados às caixas de correioAs palavras aquecem as mãos geladas abraçadas aos joelhosAs palavras não rimam como o vento não rima nas frinchas das janelasOntem estava sol naquela rua onde passotodos os dias e não te viDe que cor são as palavras?Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4737298257002021527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4737298257002021527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-palavras.html' title='As palavras'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SbVdVL5DoyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/z7uSYRs-Wxo/s72-c/13179%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1102998573887957954</id><published>2009-03-09T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:09:03.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor lugar do mundo</title><summary type='text'>Dentro de um abraço.Foto de Nuno Palma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1102998573887957954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1102998573887957954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-melhor-lugar-do-mundo.html' title='O melhor lugar do mundo'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SbUGi6EH4hI/AAAAAAAAAN8/j32H-Cbtgag/s72-c/Nuno+Palma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2653172313706926078</id><published>2009-03-03T13:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:35:47.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um gesto</title><summary type='text'>Nem mais nem menos que lábios voláteis beijando os teus cabelosNem mais nem menos que dedos transparentes na pele do teu rostoFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2653172313706926078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2653172313706926078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-whom-it-may-concerne.html' title='Um gesto'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Sa0nZ-EdRiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CQSq_P0rrrw/s72-c/671500000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-9049644700274792108</id><published>2009-02-20T18:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:29:05.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixar a vida acontecer*</title><summary type='text'>Há manhãs sorridentes.* Paris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9049644700274792108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9049644700274792108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/02/deixar-vida-acontecer.html' title='Deixar a vida acontecer*'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SZ7ippMICQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qEVQdMJ0ifg/s72-c/colec%C3%A7%C3%A3o+automovel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8745757962291630926</id><published>2009-02-12T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:31:41.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comemoração</title><summary type='text'>Hoje é um dia feliz. Será celebrado durante muitos anos. Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8745757962291630926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8745757962291630926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/02/comemoracao.html' title='Comemoração'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SZQWOSoCtuI/AAAAAAAAANI/KNRvaUkBbLQ/s72-c/1697900000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3397186324298106588</id><published>2009-02-04T15:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:08:55.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para lugar nenhum: echo of nothing</title><summary type='text'>Meu amor, falou dentro de si mesmo apalpando a gravata, sei que isto não alivia nem ajuda, mas de nós dois fui eu que não soube lutar: e vieram-lhe à memória longas noites na praia desfeita dos lençois, a sua lingua desenhando devagar contornos de seios iluminados de uma rede de veias pela primeira luz da aurora, (...) a voz de John Cage a repetir Every something is an echo of nothing...António </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3397186324298106588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3397186324298106588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/02/cartas-para-lugar-nenhum-echo-of.html' title='Cartas para lugar nenhum: echo of nothing'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SYmgx6BdfoI/AAAAAAAAANA/EN0XB4SwFHQ/s72-c/35336%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1425292170261806587</id><published>2009-01-28T15:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:41:59.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemas de comunicação</title><summary type='text'>Descrição na embalagem de um quebra-nozes/saca-rolhas comprado numa loja de produtos 'made in China': Rachas todas os tipos de nutt-concha e protege o coração. Abra parafuso-xicaras sem qualquer problema e mantenha cabo toda champanha-cortiça. Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1425292170261806587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1425292170261806587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/01/problemas-de-comunicacao.html' title='Problemas de comunicação'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SYBwlUH70lI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DrLRoqzI7Jw/s72-c/35645%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-5820184807813166709</id><published>2009-01-18T21:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:35:23.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamadas para lugar nenhum</title><summary type='text'>I believe life ends with death, and that is all. (...) just the same, in my new black leather phone book there's your name and the disconnected number I still call. De Tony Harrison in Long Distance II Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5820184807813166709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5820184807813166709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/01/dos-dias-de-chuva.html' title='Chamadas para lugar nenhum'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SXOR2O48MuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kt0T0lVNPWQ/s72-c/10536100000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7469645507516676112</id><published>2009-01-12T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:47:03.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou</title><summary type='text'>As aulas de sevilhana do João Hydalgo libertam-me de todas as coisas pardacentas e aborrecidas dos dias. Eu estarei lá, no workshop de 24 e 25 de Janeiro.   Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7469645507516676112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7469645507516676112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-vou.html' title='Eu vou'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SWtz_KwePHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5BnFnAAbT0I/s72-c/10083200000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1210308233214746379</id><published>2009-01-05T13:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:39:03.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is sweet and...</title><summary type='text'>The last resplendecent morning starheralded the coming of the sun on highNo mist or shadow dared to marthe sheer prefection of the cloudless skyfrom where a gentle breeze would blowcaressing the faces down belowas if to murmur into the heart’s recessesLife is sweet and…Life is sweetDe Dionysios Solomos ( no livreto da banda sonora de Eleni Karaindrou para o filme Eternity and a Day de Theo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1210308233214746379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1210308233214746379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-sweet.html' title='Life is sweet and...'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SWH87lxIS8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/IezGAdI5X3s/s72-c/10084100000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3516247240934111650</id><published>2008-12-26T00:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:35:13.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidade</title><summary type='text'>Pergunto-me se aquele homem que durante dias pôs un anúncio, com um fundo azul - no Público - a dar os bons dias à mulher com o sorriso mais bonito do mundo, com quem um dia se cruzou no aeroporto, a terá encontrado.Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3516247240934111650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3516247240934111650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/curiosidade.html' title='Curiosidade'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SUhB7ZAUOXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cQFA5mdI-Bk/s72-c/25042%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8755709689735976806</id><published>2008-12-22T00:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:15:15.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, tudo não passa de um estado de espírito</title><summary type='text'>Os votos de Monalisa, com um sorriso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8755709689735976806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8755709689735976806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/afinal-tudo-um-estado-de-esprito.html' title='Afinal, tudo não passa de um estado de espírito'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4227042772496026672</id><published>2008-12-16T00:14:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:35:46.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério</title><summary type='text'>Os plátanos da rua da Restauração praticamente não têm cascas. Há um homem que todos os dias se entretém a tirar as poucas que restam. Anda de volta da árvore e vai tirando uma por uma.  Há muitos anos atrás, na avenida de plátanos junto ao rio, eu fazia o mesmo. Na altura procurava duendes. Não sei porquê, entendia que moravam ali. Nunca encontrei nenhum. O que procurará o homem da rua da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4227042772496026672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4227042772496026672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistrio.html' title='Mistério'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SUbnUs3fsgI/AAAAAAAAALw/QDilUuyIuqg/s72-c/viela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8324524018874805927</id><published>2008-12-11T19:04:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:19:47.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abertura da época natalícia</title><summary type='text'>Cada coisa no seu lugar e o Natal não é Outubro. Agora sim, parece-me que já é altura de começar a pensar nos presentes. Começar pela Salta-Folhinhas foi, sem dúvida, a melhor escolha. Sem o ruído do centro comercial. Só livros e magia. Convém dizer também que os livros e a magia vieram acompanhados pela sabedoria da Paula.Agora, só falta ir à Praça Carlos Alberto, à Unicepe, escolher mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8324524018874805927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8324524018874805927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/abertura-da-poca-natalcia.html' title='Abertura da época natalícia'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SUFWaYXWAiI/AAAAAAAAALY/1f5FXvpfEac/s72-c/37707%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8107610707491635727</id><published>2008-12-04T15:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:52:42.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todas as cidades são a minha cidade*</title><summary type='text'>Há pessoas que fazem coisas admiráveis. O melhor é espreitar o álbum de José Paulo Andrade, o autor desta foto.* Álvaro Siza</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8107610707491635727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8107610707491635727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/12/todas-as-cidades-so-minha-cidade.html' title='Todas as cidades são a minha cidade*'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/STfpY9kp4dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d_WgA2Aq4dM/s72-c/38903631.ribeiraJaneiro2005043%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4922186856823617829</id><published>2008-11-26T18:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:07:29.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de outros</title><summary type='text'>Estou dentro de paredes brancas.Quatro paredes: a minha cela,O frio, a solidão e o meu catre. A luz entra sempre de noite.Não tinha nada donde vim. Ainda não encontreiO que tive e a cadeira não serve o meu repouso.Ainda não há lugar no mundo onde possa sossegar de tu não seresO vazio que persiste à minha beira.Tenho um pequeno sonho de uma janela por abrir: E que paisagem não seria estar feliz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4922186856823617829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4922186856823617829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras-de-outros.html' title='Palavras de outros'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SS2BD4mfmuI/AAAAAAAAALI/OmcTe0dLWeo/s72-c/37591%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-5398238766893984580</id><published>2008-11-18T13:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:20:10.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercício de ostranenia*</title><summary type='text'>tropecei numa nuvemquando saltava à cordacom um raio de solagoradói-me a alma* do russo, estranhamentoFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5398238766893984580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5398238766893984580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/11/exerccio-de-ostranenia.html' title='Exercício de ostranenia*'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SRl_Pf44iuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KtsAprlMC-g/s72-c/35486%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1194798188612495241</id><published>2008-11-11T14:20:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:21:10.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desencontros</title><summary type='text'>No restaurante onde costumo almoçar há um recado na porta - escrito à mão num quadrado de papel - que diz há aqui chaves...perdidas. De cada vez que o leio pergunto-me se, tal como no filme my blueberry nights, haverá também histórias de desencontros. Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1194798188612495241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1194798188612495241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/11/desencontros.html' title='Desencontros'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SRmM-7c0vRI/AAAAAAAAALA/6OKDMo7JRdw/s72-c/33853-3992%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8141276483484128506</id><published>2008-11-05T14:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:28:39.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzamentos subliminares</title><summary type='text'>Estes ‘cruzamentos subliminares’ projectam nas telas o impacto que as palavras de José Luís Peixoto, mais precisamente as da obra ‘ a casa, a escuridão’ , tiveram na pintura de Maria João Patronilho. Este é um momento fulcral do trajecto da pintora: o lugar onde tudo se clarifica nas palavras dos outros, o instante onde tudo o que se transporta connosco muda algo na forma de exprimir. O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8141276483484128506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8141276483484128506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/11/cruzamentos-subliminares.html' title='Cruzamentos subliminares'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SRGlbHnnzDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ya4mSRiSNa8/s72-c/e-convite_final%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4695841671845276884</id><published>2008-11-01T15:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:26:32.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita</title><summary type='text'>Quando tiveres um segredo, sobe ao alto de uma montanha, procura uma árvore, faz um buraco no tronco, sopra o segredo para o buraco e tapa-o bem com lama.Receita de Kar-Wai em In the mood for loveFoto de João Coutinho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4695841671845276884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4695841671845276884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/11/receita.html' title='Receita'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SQxk4V2PYUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d8C5IatGKQk/s72-c/544100000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2259517035376971947</id><published>2008-10-24T16:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:30:03.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor verso</title><summary type='text'>Não há melhor verso do que calçar os sapatos, ir comprar o pão ou ver o mar crescer.José Tolentino Mendonça nas Quintas de Leitura, no Teatro do Campo Alegre.Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2259517035376971947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2259517035376971947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-melhor-verso.html' title='O melhor verso'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SQHrxW_PvtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kIlzYDmGYfI/s72-c/35792-7689%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-937338628634291274</id><published>2008-10-13T23:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:02:49.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então porque não voas?</title><summary type='text'>A noite passada acordei com o teu beijodescias o Douro e eu fui esperar-te ao Tejovinhas numa barca que não vi passarcorri pela margem até à beira do maraté que te vi num castelo de areiacantavas "sou gaivota e fui sereia"ri-me de ti "então porque não voas?"e então tu olhastedepois sorristeabriste a janela e voasteA noite passada fui passear no mara viola irmã cuidou de me arrastarchegado ao mar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/937338628634291274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/937338628634291274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/02/ento-porque-no-voas.html' title='Então porque não voas?'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SPSz_H1VW6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xCSYiVOKBkk/s72-c/12222%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8006204897243382865</id><published>2008-10-02T16:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:39:53.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu sei sobre ele</title><summary type='text'>Lembro-me que era muito alto e não era impressão minha: a sua figura destaca-se nas fotografias com os amigos.Os olhos eram verdes, de um verde impressionante, muito claro, mas muito denso.Lembro-me da figura dele. Sei muito pouco sobre ele.Toda a vida procurei saber mais alguma coisa, mas agora a maior parte dos amigos já morreu e a minha fonte de informação vai acabar por esgotar-se. Não sei a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8006204897243382865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8006204897243382865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-que-eu-sei-sobre-ele.html' title='O que eu sei sobre ele'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SOTfKo-ow3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z4a4HySfFPs/s72-c/695600000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8735689821575939560</id><published>2008-09-23T19:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:22:12.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><summary type='text'>Lembrei-me de uma conversa onde afirmei que tinha ainda muito para aprender e de alguém me ter respondido “ não, tens tudo para desaprender “.E fiquei a pensar nessa frase. Pensei que tudo quanto julgava saber não faz sentido. De quanto o sentido aparece claramente nas coisas mais simples, quando simplesmente as olhamos sem certezas.E quando me falaram dela eu entendi o que era DESAPRENDER.Há uns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8735689821575939560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8735689821575939560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/09/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SNklRrr78ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n8xOVY1c1sM/s72-c/19234%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8607420455965361568</id><published>2008-09-04T12:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:39:49.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos relógios</title><summary type='text'>...de nada vale encontrar a pessoa certa, se for antes ou depois da altura certa...Chow em 2046 ( Wong Kar-Wai )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8607420455965361568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8607420455965361568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/09/dos-relgios.html' title='Dos relógios'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SL-_71h196I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3CksnhTa4Hs/s72-c/2046%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2587370283682372154</id><published>2008-08-28T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:33:52.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A liberdade é um vício</title><summary type='text'>Tenho medo que a liberdade se torne um vício.Miguel Sousa Tavares in Rio das Flores  Foto: Caixa Forum de Herzog &amp; de Meuron - Madrid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2587370283682372154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2587370283682372154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/08/liberdade-um-vcio.html' title='A liberdade é um vício'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SLcYsQyPbkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gwIIIXY1Yvs/s72-c/caixa1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4781184217325980990</id><published>2008-07-29T18:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:09:13.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas férias</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4781184217325980990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4781184217325980990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/07/ora-nem-mais.html' title='Boas férias'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SI9GiIEjrvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5uv6BcB_W5U/s72-c/biana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2364417000117041334</id><published>2008-07-16T15:07:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:00:37.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícias da cidade</title><summary type='text'>O galho de uma das arvores da Circunvalação cresceu sobre a estrada e mostra agora umas enormes e aveludadas flores laranja. Parece uma acácia, mas disseram-me que só existiam em África. No mercado Bom Sucesso compram-se flores muito bonitas e, sem que ninguém nos conheça, toda a gente fia um euro ou dois e manda 'passar quando puder'. A freguesia de Massarelos continua em grande a sua </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2364417000117041334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2364417000117041334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/07/notcias-da-cidade.html' title='Notícias da cidade'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SH37tECsycI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bPPaDXD7898/s72-c/10342300000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3114114693386715956</id><published>2008-07-15T21:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:09:57.947+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><summary type='text'>Eu sou a que não sabe os nomes das coisasVou a lugares onde nada se chamaInclino-me na terraE suavemente escuto os corações a baterUm dia perguntei a um velho na ruaOnde era a minha casaDisse-me um nome que não sei pronunciarA porta está gravada a sangue num coraçãoÉ lá que eu moro.( Agosto de 2005 )Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3114114693386715956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3114114693386715956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/07/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SHz66VtikCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g3BD9rUun1I/s72-c/10584300000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-9028190246413749409</id><published>2008-07-07T23:57:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:55:37.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><summary type='text'>Dum loquitur, fugerit inuidaaetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.Horácio, Carmina I.XIInesquecíveis os que se mobilizam para me dar todas as flores e todos os beijos. Não me digam que aos amigos não se agradece, eu acredito que se deve dizer-lhes sempre as coisas mais lindas que nos passem pelo coração. É que o tempo foge.Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9028190246413749409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/9028190246413749409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/07/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SHKRXiDTZbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rq5U9qiBm_0/s72-c/10076700000%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4435157060377224093</id><published>2008-06-30T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:51:23.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro anos</title><summary type='text'>Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4435157060377224093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4435157060377224093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/07/quatro-anos.html' title='Quatro anos'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SGouLmA9RDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DgpVNLYHSmQ/s72-c/35366%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1327703325672602385</id><published>2008-06-21T22:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:45:53.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muriel</title><summary type='text'>Às vezes se te lembras procurava-teretinha-te esgotava-te e se te não perdiaera só por haver-te já perdido ao encontrar-teNada no fundo tinha que dizer-tee para ver-te verdadeiramentee na tua visão me comprazerindispensável era evitar ter-teEra tudo tão simples quando te esperavatão disponível como então eu estavaMas hoje há os papéis há as voltas a darhá gente à minha volta há a gravataMisturei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1327703325672602385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1327703325672602385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/06/muriel.html' title='Muriel'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SF1iIlf6InI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kc2hMIRv06Y/s72-c/35569%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4842895235394837082</id><published>2008-05-15T13:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:12:17.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação</title><summary type='text'>VLADIMIR O pior não é pensar.ESTRAGON Talvez não. Mas pelo menos há isso.VLADIMIR Isso o quê?ESTRAGON É isso mesmo, vamos fazer perguntas um ao outro.VLADIMIR O que é que queres dizer com pelo menos há isso?ESTRAGON Pelo menos há menos miséria.VLADIMIR É verdade.ESTRAGON Bom e se déssemos graças à nossa felicidade?VLADIMIR O que é terrível é ter pensado.In À espera de Godot de Samuel BeckettO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4842895235394837082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4842895235394837082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/05/constatao.html' title='Constatação'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SCwZH92GINI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WysO6xlrge8/s72-c/9448%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2576572048106033936</id><published>2008-04-16T13:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:56:06.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 coisas 100 importância</title><summary type='text'>Seguindo a recomendação do Carlos, venho aqui declarar cinco coisas sem importância: - Sou canhota e, por isso, a faca de peixe não tem qualquer utilidade para mim.- Não tenho sentido de orientação, portanto nunca sei de que lado está o mar.- Ando em bicos de pés, quando uso saltos altos, para não fazer barulho.- Não acendo as luzes, quando tenho que me levantar durante a noite.- Perco-me em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2576572048106033936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2576572048106033936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-coisas-100-importncia.html' title='5 coisas 100 importância'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/SAXgoTOa5dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yP0ND3gwG28/s72-c/33681-3820%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8655245219128029459</id><published>2008-03-29T19:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:49:14.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumo e conclusão</title><summary type='text'>Quando pensava nela, ficava pasmado por ter deixado partir aquela rapariga com o seu violino. Agora, claro, percebia que a proposta abnegada que ela lhe fizera era irrelevante. Tudo de que ela precisava era da certeza do seu amor e de que ele lhe garantisse que não havia pressa, quando tinham a vida inteira pela frente. Amor e paciência...In a Praia de Chesil de Ian McEwanFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8655245219128029459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8655245219128029459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/03/resumo-e-concluso.html' title='Resumo e conclusão'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R-7E8jIhmEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/16EOokHwYVk/s72-c/20487%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3231305070729631180</id><published>2008-02-22T22:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:23:51.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastelaria</title><summary type='text'>Afinal o que importa não é a literaturanem a crítica de arte nem a câmara escuraAfinal o que importa não é bem o negócionem o ter dinheiro ao lado de ter horas de ócioAfinal o que importa não é ser novo e galante- ele há tanta maneira de compor uma estanteAfinal o que importa é não ter medo: fechar os olhosfrente ao precipícioe cair verticalmente no vícioNão é verdade rapaz? E amanhã há bolaantes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3231305070729631180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3231305070729631180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/02/pastelaria.html' title='Pastelaria'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R8B9zD2lnDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/isMiSa3QBLE/s72-c/35619%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-5935452279732033418</id><published>2008-02-12T23:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:25:32.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou tão contentinha</title><summary type='text'>Isto de trabalhar e ver o Douro ( e a minha ponte favorita* no cantinho da janela ) é uma coisa que nem se explica, mais ainda quando ouço a sineta do eléctrico a tocar à minha porta ou as horas na torre da igreja ao lado. Como diria a minha amiga chilena: estou tão contentinha! isto é tão entretenido!Foto de João Coutinho* segunda ponte favorita - a primeira está-se mesmo a ver onde é</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5935452279732033418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5935452279732033418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/02/estou-to-contentinha.html' title='Estou tão contentinha'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R7IeTD2lnCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7KnHEiE-o6w/s72-c/686200000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8754399305587676388</id><published>2008-01-31T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:47:52.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa praia qualquer</title><summary type='text'>From the precise and intimate depiction of two young lovers eager to rise above the hurts and confusion of the past, to the touching story of how their unexpressed misunderstandings and fears shape the rest of their lives, On Chesil Beach is an extraordinary novel that brilliantly, movingly shows us how the entire course of a life can be changed – by a gesture not made or a word not spoken.On </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8754399305587676388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8754399305587676388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-chesil-beach.html' title='Numa praia qualquer'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R6I-A_iQLkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tOLcga0TZPw/s72-c/670100000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1462859338850816506</id><published>2008-01-25T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:37:51.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas de Saudade II</title><summary type='text'>Saudade de Etienne Daho Consta que viveu uns tempos em Lisboa. Quando foi embora percebeu o que era saudade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1462859338850816506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1462859338850816506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/01/msicas-de-saudade-ii.html' title='Músicas de Saudade II'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8843099062142400647</id><published>2008-01-22T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:43:24.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas de saudade I</title><summary type='text'>Saudade dos Love and Rockets( o vídeo é inexistente, a música, essa sim, fala mesmo de saudade )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8843099062142400647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8843099062142400647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/01/msicas-de-saudade.html' title='Músicas de saudade I'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1850639106507612767</id><published>2008-01-11T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:26:57.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><summary type='text'>Não salvamos a nossa alma só por pintarmos tudo de branco.Ettore Sottsass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1850639106507612767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1850639106507612767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R4ezjFIZ9CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tj3ZZdeu-5w/s72-c/maquinaescribirolivettivalentine0302%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8131440603808260262</id><published>2007-12-21T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:44:29.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal no Minho</title><summary type='text'>  É aqui que eu moro. É aqui que sinto o verdadeiro Natal. Não podia deixar de o partilhar com todos os que passam neste sítio. Feliz tudo.   Foto de Chris Burnel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8131440603808260262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8131440603808260262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal-no-minho.html' title='Natal no Minho'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/R2v5S1IZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NkfCMJlPYm0/s72-c/PdlNightBridge%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7860824618906824326</id><published>2007-11-05T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:59:06.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas soltas</title><summary type='text'>A verdade é que o leitor mudou. Os livros, hoje, são produtos de consumo. As pessoas compram livros como compram um electrodoméstico, ou uma vitamina. O livro tem que servir para alguma coisa, tem que resolver um problema específico. Em outras palavras, as pessoas compram o livro para se enganarem.Patricia Melo em entrevista à revista LerFoto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7860824618906824326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7860824618906824326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/11/notas-soltas.html' title='Notas soltas'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Ry5azufA3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/4sirE_huA0s/s72-c/23062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7039232751087631385</id><published>2007-10-22T22:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:01:38.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-vinda à realidade</title><summary type='text'>É uma grande aventura contemplar o universo para além do homem, pensar no que significa sem o homem - tal como foi durante a maior parte da sua longa história e tal como é na grande maioria dos lugares. Quando esta visão objectiva é finalmente alcançada, e o mistério e a majestade da matéria são apreciados, voltar a focar o olho objectivo no homem visto como matéria e ver a vida como parte de um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7039232751087631385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7039232751087631385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/10/bem-vinda-realidade.html' title='Bem-vinda à realidade'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Rx0LEql3cmI/AAAAAAAAADo/vhBpwKHUfJg/s72-c/3653%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6802377901441043925</id><published>2007-10-03T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:13:19.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete vidas</title><summary type='text'>Nunca soube o teu nome. Entraste numa tarde,por engano, a perguntar se eu era outra pessoa -um sol que de repente acrescentava cal aos muros,um incêndio capaz de devorar o coração do mundo.Não te menti; levantei-me e fui levar-te à porta certacomo um veleiro arrasta os sonhos para o mar; mas,antes de te deixar, disse-te ainda que nessa tardebem teria gostado de chamar-me outra coisa - oude ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6802377901441043925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6802377901441043925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/10/sete-vidas.html' title='Sete vidas'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RwQDBhaZAtI/AAAAAAAAADg/O8cUs3aocBc/s72-c/3957%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6352127947606275889</id><published>2007-09-27T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:20:09.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois não digam que não acontece nada no Porto</title><summary type='text'>VALE O QUE VALEAdaptação e Encenaçãode Lee Beagleya partir da peça expressionista de Georg Kaiser"Von Morgens bis Mitternacht"(1916).E S T R E I A  2 2  S E T E M B R O De 22 de Setembro a 28 de Outubro 3ªfeira a domingo, todos os diasàs 21.30hSinopse:A história de um roubo a um banco, perpetrado por um homem anónimo. Uma sátira económica e cómica sobre um suicídio.As almas dos funcionários do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6352127947606275889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6352127947606275889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/09/depois-no-digam-que-no-acontece-nada-no.html' title='Depois não digam que não acontece nada no Porto'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1480638768828679778</id><published>2007-09-15T21:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:55:30.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa</title><summary type='text'>Ponte de Lima está em festa. Está calor e ouvem-se por todo o lado concertinas e castanholas. Hoje de manhã a terra tremeu com os grupos de Zés Pereiras no Largo de Camões - imperdível, é o que vos digo.Desenho de André Flávio Rocha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1480638768828679778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1480638768828679778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/09/festa.html' title='Festa'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Ruw3H_-JDkI/AAAAAAAAADI/ye6MEeijhAc/s72-c/1feirasn%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4864980226895514727</id><published>2007-09-04T01:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:12:07.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para lugar nenhum: conspiração</title><summary type='text'> quiero hacerte felizoí en un instante, en la ausenciay temi que no existieras Ulisses Rolin in Mientras las hojas se dejan morrir  Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4864980226895514727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4864980226895514727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/09/cartas-para-lugar-nenhum-conspirao.html' title='Cartas para lugar nenhum: conspiração'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RtyXjGQ9V0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4_fJBHIvJU/s72-c/35345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1950879671274703065</id><published>2007-08-21T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:09:23.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para lugar nenhum: would you?</title><summary type='text'>(... ) Uma das coisas que mais o aproximava da mulher consistia precisamente em conseguir isso com ela sem necessidade de se vestir de frases, a capacidade de se entenderem num rápido soslaio e que nada tinha a ver com o conhecimento um do outro porque desde a primeira vez em que se encontraram fora assim, eram ambos então ainda muito novos e haviam-se quedado siderados com a estranha força </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1950879671274703065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1950879671274703065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/08/cartas-para-lugar-nenhum-would-you.html' title='Cartas para lugar nenhum: would you?'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RstOr2Q9VzI/AAAAAAAAACw/BlhqVaheKfo/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3136130544169778182</id><published>2007-08-04T20:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:22:11.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para lugar nenhum - Cumplicidade</title><summary type='text'>...desejou com desespero um esperanto que abolisse as distâncias entre as pessoas, aparelho verbal capaz de abrir janelas de manhã nas fundas noites de cada criatura como certos poemas de Ezra Pound nos mostram de súbito os sotãos de nós mesmos num maravilhamento de revelação: a certeza de ter topado um companheiro de viagem em banco à primeira vista vazio e a alegria da partilha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3136130544169778182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3136130544169778182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/08/cartas-para-lugar-nenhum-cumplicidade.html' title='Cartas para lugar nenhum - Cumplicidade'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RrTBIhVGM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/94oWzg-hH04/s72-c/marco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-2912819500218415890</id><published>2007-07-22T02:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T03:06:15.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A modo de parrafada II</title><summary type='text'>(...) Dende aquela prestáronos moitas mans, mans que agradecemos moito, sen elas a historia o mellor só era iso, historia, e non presente como hoxe é. Gracias unha vez mais a todas elas, as pasadas, as presentas e as que agardamos están por vir.E aquí estamos, tentando renovar a ilusión cada día, facendo as cousas honradamente como e tradición no noso Pobo e loitando por sentir orgullo do noso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2912819500218415890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/2912819500218415890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/07/modo-de-parrafada-ii.html' title='A modo de parrafada II'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RqKsJhVGMyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DENzwPLP_uU/s72-c/10290900000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-226948893646036742</id><published>2007-07-15T19:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:45:24.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>História de um lagar especial ou "a modo de parrafada" I</title><summary type='text'>Depois de anos a ir lá, consegui finalmente que me cedessem a história. Assim posso contar - numa lingua que me soa tão bem:o galego - como nasceu um sítio que preenche todos os sentidos. En mentres non vos collemos o pedido e se vos prestades vamos entretervos con un pouco de historia, da nosa historia.Atopádesvos nunha casa de Labregos Galego-Portugueses, a casa de María da Morghada e Francisco</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/226948893646036742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/226948893646036742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/07/histria-de-um-lagar-especial-ou-modo-de.html' title='História de um lagar especial ou &quot;a modo de parrafada&quot; I'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RppbxVN7AYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TC5p2f1JJqc/s72-c/25005%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-5153721442275467079</id><published>2007-07-04T22:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:38:03.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumário</title><summary type='text'>O blogue fez três anos no passado dia 30 e eu nem me lembrei de assinalar a data. Nesse dia havia corridas de cavalos em Ponte de Lima, sevilhanas e muita, muita chuva. De resto não me apetece escrever; este é um fenómeno que me acontece sempre que me aproximo da Faculdade de Letras - há 3 anos atrás queixei-me do mesmo no 1º post que escrevi. Para além disso, tenho-me dado mal com Molière, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5153721442275467079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/5153721442275467079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/07/sumrio.html' title='Sumário'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RowB-KZVheI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ai47fX9L5NM/s72-c/35814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-8328429048989330968</id><published>2007-06-07T04:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:03:41.947+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacas das cordas</title><summary type='text'>Hoje moro no meio de um festa que me entra em casa por todas as janelas. Literalmente. Se não acreditam, no próximo ano venham a Ponte de Lima - na véspera do feriado do Corpo de Deus - e verão do que falo. Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8328429048989330968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/8328429048989330968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacas-das-cordas.html' title='Vacas das cordas'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Rmdy8ood8XI/AAAAAAAAABU/TOgQEBZ2Yjg/s72-c/10272500000%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-3574837475706991100</id><published>2007-05-16T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:00:41.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog a ritmo muito lento...</title><summary type='text'>...vida a alta velocidade.( Voltaremos à normalidade em breve. Para já, pedimos paciência a quem continua a visitar-nos. )Foto de João Coutinho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3574837475706991100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/3574837475706991100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-ritmo-muito-lento.html' title='Blog a ritmo muito lento...'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/Rkt8gLzHuwI/AAAAAAAAABM/nNRD6g5oTXA/s72-c/35388%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1345794765894865277</id><published>2007-05-09T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:35:45.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Baú: Sobreviventes</title><summary type='text'>Como uma criança atravesso ruas e avenidasOs olhos pousam e voam rasando o mundo Em todos os lugares que quero levar comigoEntrego-me à vida com a doçura de quem não sabe maisE nada mais sei do que existir sentindo o que me tocaSei que não deveria dar-me assim sem medoDizem-me os conselhos que não se deve seguir em frenteComo se toda a gente se cruzasse nos caminhosCom bandeiras brancas e olhos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1345794765894865277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1345794765894865277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-ba-sobreviventes.html' title='Do Baú: Sobreviventes'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RkD6o9MrB6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ZSPkvfKHTzA/s72-c/1707600000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-7777303017674587662</id><published>2007-04-28T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:37:46.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Baú: Vidro</title><summary type='text'>Estava estilhaçada em fragmentosEstava nas paredes sujas dos prédios na cidadeNas valetas com papeis desfeitos e latas de coca-colaNos carros e no fumo negro dos canos de escapeNas televisões em volume máximoNas pessoas a correr aos tropeçõesNos cães com sarna e nas crianças desabrigadasEstava estilhaçada na dor e no ruídoUm dia uma mão dourada pegou no vidro translúcidoQue brilhava na calçada e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7777303017674587662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/7777303017674587662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-ba-vidro.html' title='Do Baú: Vidro'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RjJ68dMrB5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gw1ZRN-kpCY/s72-c/24398%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-1392280593768646978</id><published>2007-04-17T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:59:01.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudão</title><summary type='text'>Já não é notícia de abertura de telejornais, já nesta altura não o era, mas está a acontecer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1392280593768646978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/1392280593768646978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/04/sudo.html' title='Sudão'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-977595459423279525</id><published>2007-04-01T03:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:17:36.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Correspondances</title><summary type='text'> La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L’homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles Qui l’observent avec des regards familiers.Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.Il est des parfums frais comme des </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/977595459423279525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/977595459423279525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/04/sajaja-bramani-totari-ta-raitata_01.html' title='Correspondances'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-6746664413501227277</id><published>2007-03-26T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:59:47.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Divulgação</title><summary type='text'>Dia 28 de Março: Noites de poesia e música - Evocações Das 21.30 às 23 horas António Nobre cantado por Tino FloresDia 29 de Março: Ciclo de Conferências SETUPCentro de Estudos TeatraisÀs 18:00hCoração, Palco, Praça - Os Lugares Modais e suas Tensões pelo Prof. Jorge Croce Ribera da Universidade de ÉvoraTudo isto na Praça dos Leões. O primeiro na UNICEPE e o segundo na Reitoria da Universidade do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6746664413501227277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/6746664413501227277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/03/divulgao.html' title='Divulgação'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489655.post-4441085478157633217</id><published>2007-03-10T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:03:47.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do baú: Um</title><summary type='text'>Àquela hora não sabia ainda se viriasse os atrasos do tempo sempre a horasiriam enferrujar as máquinas dos relógiosOlhei muitas vezes a torre da igrejaoutras nem olhei e o sino tocouna trémula névoa do calor da estradaAs mãos unidas a dada altura pareciam umaUma a pele e o sangue um como também os pensamentosque escapavam na direcção que os teus olhos tomavame encontravam os meusali acolá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4441085478157633217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7489655/posts/default/4441085478157633217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sitiodasaudade.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-ba-um.html' title='Do baú: Um'/><author><name>MONALISA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15424452836087791302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://monalisa299.no.sapo.pt/MonalisaPequena.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N6gCSG5iUJg/RfMA2zbnN8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5UsY4LRxZv4/s72-c/23859%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
