<?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-5488356633175719734</id><updated>2012-02-25T11:11:53.308Z</updated><category term='MESAboardgames'/><category term='David Machado'/><category term='Agenda'/><category term='Bernard Quiriny'/><category term='Castelo de Lisboa'/><category term='Ana Teresa Pereira'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Michael Cunningham'/><category term='939680041'/><category term='Eduardo Mendoza'/><category term='Ponto Ómega'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><category term='Prémio Camões'/><category term='Deixem Falar As Pedras'/><category term='Literatura Fantástica'/><category term='Correntes d&apos;Escritas 2011'/><category term='Ângelo de Sousa'/><category term='David Foenkinos'/><category term='Histórias de imagens'/><category term='Citações'/><category term='Romance Sujo'/><category term='Jornal i'/><category term='Manuel António Pina'/><category term='Mia Couto'/><category term='Gatos'/><category term='O Último Livro'/><category term='avisos'/><category term='Ribeiro Cardoso'/><category term='Os Monstros'/><category term='Nascido para correr'/><category term='Pierre Gould'/><category term='Como o ar que respiras'/><category term='Jorge Luis Borges'/><category term='Cotovia'/><category term='O Clube Dumas'/><category term='o que anda o ler'/><category term='Arraque'/><category term='O Acidente'/><category term='A realidade à espera de um escritor'/><category term='Roberto Bolaño'/><category term='Os Dissabores do Verdadeiro Polícia'/><category term='Pedro Vieira'/><category term='Christopher McDougall'/><category term='J. 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Tavares'/><category term='a Grande Fraude'/><category term='O que ando a ler'/><category term='Diários'/><category term='Diário da terra do gelo'/><category term='Maria João Martins'/><category term='História'/><category term='A Questão Finkler'/><category term='Arturo Pérez-Reverte'/><category term='Contos Carnívoros'/><category term='A Delicadeza'/><category term='Revista de Imprensa'/><category term='QuetzalIsmail Kadaré&#xA;O Acidente'/><category term='O Assédio'/><category term='Tradutor de Chuvas'/><category term='Umberto Eco'/><category term='Roma'/><category term='Última Paragem'/><category term='Óscares'/><category term='Zoran Živković'/><category term='Ismail Kadaré'/><title type='text'>A volta do parafuso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>498</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3169105466860548400</id><published>2012-02-25T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-25T11:11:53.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes: Crise ou talvez não</title><content type='html'>Com referências a crises, economias e investimentos literários, as Correntes d'Escritas seguem a bom ritmo. Ontem, um dia intenso. Quatro mesas, a que acrescentei uma visita à Biblioteca Municipal Rocha Peixoto, para falar com os alunos de Comunicação Social da Universidade do Porto, na companhia de Júlio Magalhães.&lt;br /&gt;A crise tem estado presente nestas Correntes, mas só nos temas das mesas: O fim da arte é libertar, A Poesia é o resultado de uma perfeita economia das palavras, Toda a literatura é pura especulação e A escrita é um investimento inesgotável no prazer. De resto, muito público e boas intervenções.&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo para crónicas imediatas, tenho pedido alguns textos lidos pelos escritores, que ao longo do fim-de-semana aqui divulgarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3169105466860548400?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3169105466860548400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-crise-ou-talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3169105466860548400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3169105466860548400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-crise-ou-talvez.html' title='Diário das Correntes: Crise ou talvez não'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1355218868109879364</id><published>2012-02-24T11:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:03:22.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes: 2.ª Mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Programa do dia: 10h30 - 2ª Mesa &lt;i&gt;O fim da arte superior é libertar&lt;/i&gt;, com Alberto S. Santos, Fernando Pinto do Amaral, José Jorge Letria, Luís Quintais, Sofia Marrecas Ferreira, Care Santos e João Gobern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1355218868109879364?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1355218868109879364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-2-mesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1355218868109879364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1355218868109879364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-2-mesa.html' title='Diário das Correntes: 2.ª Mesa'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7891312171188403737</id><published>2012-02-24T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T10:55:05.669Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes: A conferência de D. Manuel Clemente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;Com menos um dia, o ritmo das Correntes é ainda mais rápido. Mesas, lançamentos, escritores. Algumas mesas ficam com crónica adiada. Mas vale a pena remeter os leitores d'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A volta do parafuso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt; para o site da Diocese do Porto, onde está disponível a conferência que D. Manuel Clemente na abertura das Correntes d'Escritas, ontem, às 15 horas, no Auditório Municipal. Dois excertos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"A minha avó não gostava de viajar por fora. Enviuvou cedo e demorou depois numa quinta pacata, ao ritmo da noite e do dia, do dia e da noite, das estações do ano e dos ciclos agrícolas. Viajava sim por dentro, por dentro da sua grande casa e das constantes reparações que gostava de fazer, reduzindo os países e continentes aos espaços domésticos que remodelava à vez, assim pudesse. Morando numa casa cheia de recordações geracionais, não gostava de velharias, nem se entretinha com elas, aderindo de bom grado às novidades do tempo, viajando com o século - ou entre séculos, pois nascera em 1890 e falava de D. Carlos e D. Manuel II, Afonso Costa ou Sidónio Pais, como nós falamos de personagens de agora. Mas sem saudades pesadas, porque a viajem continuava."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"A minha mãe cultivava mais a memória e lembrava espontaneamente episódios históricos. Sobretudo nossos, pois era medularmente patriota, sem ser minimamente chauvinista, bem pelo contrário. E tinha o maior gosto em viajar para fora, assim também pudesse. E pôde pouco, porque se espraiava em atividades domésticas, religiosas, cívicas e culturais; e porque acompanhou dedicadamente os últimos anos do seu marido e da sua longeva mãe. Mas com que alegria – dela e minha – percorremos o país em curtas viagens de Verão, ficando eu ainda mais intimamente conjugado entre mátria e pátria. E já nos seus oitenta, aí foi ela contente, como a revejo em fotografias que vão da Noruega à Índia… E ai dos mais novos, bem mais novos até, que não lhe acompanhassem a passada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Para ler &lt;a href="http://www.diocese-porto.pt/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1983:povoa-de-varzim-correntes-descritas-23-de-fevereiro-de-2012"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7891312171188403737?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7891312171188403737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-conferencia-de-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7891312171188403737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7891312171188403737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-conferencia-de-d.html' title='Diário das Correntes: A conferência de D. Manuel Clemente'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-404321541020400670</id><published>2012-02-23T20:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-24T01:39:06.737Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes: Os cinco mandamentos de Rubem Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-Ay-EHSyaw/T0acNfkTSNI/AAAAAAAACuk/WBqV_O3jXGM/s1600/C4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-Ay-EHSyaw/T0acNfkTSNI/AAAAAAAACuk/WBqV_O3jXGM/s400/C4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A fotografia é má, mas a imagem que Rubem Fonseca deixou no Auditório Municipal da Póvoa de Varzim, durante a primeira mesa das Correntes d'Escritas, foi boa. Muito boa. Se fosse mesmo uma fotografia, seria nítida e impressionante. E clara também. O escritor recluso, cioso do seu espaço e da sua imagem, passageiro invisível da literatura de língua portuguesa, revelou-se um &lt;i&gt;performer&lt;/i&gt; nato, capaz de cativar uma plateia com poucas palavras. Andou, falou, sorriu, citou, encolheu-se e libertou-se e deixou, para quem quis ouvir e seguir-lhe o conselho, os seus cinco mandamentos: loucura, alfabetização, paciência, motivação e imaginação. Mas isto é ir rápido demais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De início, Rubem Fonseca, que nesta mesa foi acompanhado por Almeida Faria, Eduardo Lourenço, Hélia Correia e Ana Paula Tavares, companheiros de luxo, portanto, começou por dizer que era do estilo peripatético. Só consegue falar enquanto anda. Levantou-se, pegou no microfone e deu o primeiro passo. O que, como se sabe, ou pelo menos como diz o ditado português, segundo o qual devagar se vai ao longe, lançou-se para a sua intervenção. Desta vez, como de manhã, não sublinhou o orgulho que sentia em ter sangue português a correr-lhe pelas veias. Isso já havia feito, pouco tempo antes da mesa ter começado, quando o Secretário de Estado da Cultura, Francisco José Viegas, lhe entregou a Medalha de Mérito Cultural, em nome do Governo português. Insistindo ainda nos ditados populares, poderíamos dizer que, se a casa todo o filho retorna, para os netos também está escrito semelhante destino. O seu pai, depois de emigrar, nunca voltou a Portugal. Mas agora o seu filho, escritor consagrado, aqui foi recebido com todas as honras que lhe são devidas. Rubem Fonseca disse até, num surpreendente tom de brincadeira, que só depois de vermos a sua intervenção na primeira mesa percebemos que lhe é tão natural, que esta era uma homenagem "mais do que merecida". Todos sorrimos. Ele também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E mais sorrimos quando o vimos a andar em cima do palco, da esquerda para a direita, em nossa direcção, falando sobre o que faz um escritor. Ou terá sido o que fez dele um escritor.? A dúvida ficou no ar, até porque o primeiro mandamento desarmou logo a plateia. "É preciso ser louco", disse ele, glosando o escritor norte-americano E. L. Doctorow, para quem escrever é uma forma socialmente aceite de esquizofrenia. E acrescentou: "Nessa mesa somos todos loucos. Cada um à sua maneira". Têm dúvidas? "Então leiam o texto do Foucault sobre as relações entre a loucura e a escrita literária".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para quem lê os livros de Rubem Fonseca, esta intervenção revelou tudo o que o escritor brasileiro tem de melhor. Uma escrita (e um discurso) ágil, um contínuo sentido de humor, uma erudição sem fim, citações suas e alheias e algum suspense. Nos livros, como na Póvoa. É que a seguir à loucura veio outro mandamento. "Basta ser louco?", questionou-se Rubem Fonseca. "Não. É preciso ser alfabetizado". Ajuda, de facto. "Mas não precisa de ser muito", brincou o autor de &lt;i&gt;Bufo &amp;amp; Spallanzani. &lt;/i&gt;"Só existe um exemplo de um escritor analfabeto e foi no século XIV. Catarina de Siena". Mas esta era santa. Por isso: "Só podia ser milagre". Mas atenção, frisou Rubem Fonseca: "Como santa ela era louca, porque todos os santos são loucos". Não há dúvida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adiante, que um terceiro mandamento se seguiu. Antes, uma ideia retirada de Conrad. "Todo o escritor deve fazer um leitor sentir e, acima de tudo, ver. Eis o que é mais importante. Ver para poder entender". E isso envolve inteligência? Nem por isso, basta lembrar o que dizia&amp;nbsp;Somerset Maugham: "Ele conheceu centenas e centenas de escritores e poucos, muito poucos eram inteligentes. Eu concordo com ele, sabiam?".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então o que é preciso? O terceiro mandamento: "O escritor tem de ser motivado". Sem ela, nada faz. O mesmo dizia Rubem Fonseca no livro de crónicas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;José&lt;/i&gt;, em que recorda a sua infância: "Se o aspirante a escritor não tiver uma motivação forte escreverá quando muito alguns poemas de dor de cotovelo, alguns contos, talvez mesmo um romance, mas logo desistirá".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se pense, contudo, que a motivação é coisa de outro mundo. Qualquer uma é válida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja-se o caso de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Manuel Vázquez Montalbán, lembrou Rubem Fonseca: "Ele escrevia para poder ser alto e bonito", pois era "baixinho" e um "pouco feio".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já íamos com três características dos escritores. Faltavam duas, percebemos à medida que o &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;continuava. "É tudo? Não. Ele, o escritor, tem de ter paciência." Não uma paciência qualquer, mas a que o imperador romano Augusto cultivava, segundo Suetónio: &lt;i&gt;Festina lente.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Apressa-te devagar". Nunca parar de fazer, mas fazê-lo devagarinho, como diria um bom alentejano. Todos os dias. Escrever, mas procurar sempre "le mot juste" de que falava Flaubert. "Ele, sim, sabia que não havia sinónimos. Ouviram, não existem sinónimos". Para esta intervenção também não. Um espectáculo. Que ainda não estava acabado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Muito bem", continuou Rubem Fonseca, com a nossa concordância. "Acabou?", acrescentou, com a plateia a responder por ele: "Não". Pois é. Faltava uma coisa. "Ele, o escritor, tem de ser imaginativo. Tem de ter imaginação." A mesma que encontramos nos seus livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Está entendido?", perguntou o escritor brasileiro a fechar. Está sim, senhor Rubem Fonseca. "Só mais uma coisinha", acrescentou. "Vocês aí que não são escritores, não vão pensando que também não são loucos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-404321541020400670?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/404321541020400670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-os-cinco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/404321541020400670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/404321541020400670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-os-cinco.html' title='Diário das Correntes: Os cinco mandamentos de Rubem Fonseca'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-Ay-EHSyaw/T0acNfkTSNI/AAAAAAAACuk/WBqV_O3jXGM/s72-c/C4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7246490608587249118</id><published>2012-02-23T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T17:00:00.654Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Programa do dia: 17h - 1ª Mesa A escrita é um risco total, com Almeida Faria, Ana Paula Tavares, Eduardo Lourenço, Hélia Correia, Rubem Fonseca e José Carlos de Vasconcelos, no Auditório Municipal da Póvoa de Varzim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7246490608587249118?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7246490608587249118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/programa-do-dia-17h-1-mesa-escrita-e-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7246490608587249118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7246490608587249118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/programa-do-dia-17h-1-mesa-escrita-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1521595362578083318</id><published>2012-02-23T15:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T15:00:00.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Programa do dia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;15h - Conferência de Abertura por D. Manuel Clemente, Bispo do Porto, apresentado por José Carlos de Vasconcelos, no Auditório Municipal da Póvoa de Varzim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1521595362578083318?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1521595362578083318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_8344.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1521595362578083318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1521595362578083318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_8344.html' title='Diário das Correntes'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5420811678973086539</id><published>2012-02-23T12:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T12:19:14.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rubem leu e o &lt;a href="http://cadeiraovoltaire.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cadeirão Voltaire&lt;/a&gt; filmou tudo. Para ver &lt;a href="http://cadeiraovoltaire.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/correntes-descritas-rubem-fonseca-lendo-luis-de-camoes/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5420811678973086539?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5420811678973086539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_5773.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5420811678973086539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5420811678973086539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_5773.html' title='Diário das Correntes'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2950231791087440990</id><published>2012-02-23T12:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T12:09:32.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Busque Amor novas artes, novo engenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;para matar-me, e novas esquivanças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que não pode tirar-me as esperanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que mal me tirará o que eu não tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhai de que esperanças me mantenho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vede que perigosas seguranças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que não temo contrastes nem mudanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;andando em bravo mar, perdido o lenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, conquanto não pode haver desgosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;onde esperança falta, lá me esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor um mal, que mata e não se vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que dias há que n'alma me tem posto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;um não sei quê, que nasce não sei onde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;vem não sei como, e dói não sei porquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soneto de Camões lido por Rubem Fonseca na sessão de abertura das Correntes d'Escritas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2950231791087440990?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2950231791087440990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_6578.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2950231791087440990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2950231791087440990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_6578.html' title='Diário das Correntes'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2508425772345950296</id><published>2012-02-23T11:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T12:04:55.842Z</updated><title type='text'>"Eu amo a Língua Portuguesa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKZX2mfI4fs/T0Ym0l_x44I/AAAAAAAACuc/ASD4eT3-lyQ/s1600/C3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKZX2mfI4fs/T0Ym0l_x44I/AAAAAAAACuc/ASD4eT3-lyQ/s400/C3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu amo a Língua Portuguesa", disse Rubem Fonseca no discurso de agradecimento do Prémio Literário Casino da Póvoa/Correntes d'Escritas. Ou melhor: não o disse. Afirmou. Declarou. Quase que gritou. Cerrou o punho, olhou a plateia e repetiu: "Eu amo a Língua Portuguesa". E explicou porquê. Falou dos livros que tinha na casa do seu pai e de como eles o ligaram a Portugal, país que diz também adorar - "Tenho orgulho em ter sangue português", disse. Lembrou o poema &lt;i&gt;Melro&lt;/i&gt;, que o seu pai recitava de cor e que tanto o impressionava. E referiu ainda o pequeno almoço de hoje de manhã, em que teve oportunidade de ler, no mesmo idioma, versos de autores brasileiros e africanos. É esta língua comum, que nos une e nos liga, que comove e apaixona Rubem Fonseca. Para o provar, pediu licença para ler um soneto de Camões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2508425772345950296?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2508425772345950296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-amo-lingua-portuguesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2508425772345950296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2508425772345950296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-amo-lingua-portuguesa.html' title='&quot;Eu amo a Língua Portuguesa&quot;'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKZX2mfI4fs/T0Ym0l_x44I/AAAAAAAACuc/ASD4eT3-lyQ/s72-c/C3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7899545668164964803</id><published>2012-02-23T11:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T11:34:27.712Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 17px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com o livro romance &lt;i&gt;Bufo &amp;amp; Spallazani&lt;/i&gt;, o escritor brasileiro Rubem Fonseca é o vencedor do Prémio Literário Casino da Póvoa. A decisão coube ao júri constituído por Ana Paula Tavares, Patrícia Reis, Pedro Mexia, José António Gomes e Fernando Pinto do Amaral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Acta do júri no site do JL, &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/rubem-fonseca-vence-premio-literario-casino-da-povoa=f648097"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7899545668164964803?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7899545668164964803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7899545668164964803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7899545668164964803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes_23.html' title='Diário das Correntes'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-6494295114759152991</id><published>2012-02-23T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T11:00:09.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Programa do dia: 11h:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;Sessão oficial de abertura, com anúncio dos vencedores dos prémios do encontro e lançamento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;da revista Correntes d’Escritas dedicada a Eduardo Lourenço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-6494295114759152991?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/6494295114759152991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6494295114759152991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6494295114759152991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-3.html' title='Diário das Correntes 3'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7635812832198578728</id><published>2012-02-23T09:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T09:13:18.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osfGSPflm6A/T0YDFgun5iI/AAAAAAAACuU/FyXNpJO_xWo/s1600/C2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osfGSPflm6A/T0YDFgun5iI/AAAAAAAACuU/FyXNpJO_xWo/s400/C2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rubem Fonseca está cá (já o cumprimentámos). Fez boa viagem. Está contente com tanta atenção e entusiasmo à sua volta. E à chegada ao hotel das Correntes, depois de ver a capa do&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;JL&lt;/b&gt;, disse: "Tenho de comprar uma máscara".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7635812832198578728?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7635812832198578728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7635812832198578728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7635812832198578728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-2.html' title='Diário das Correntes 2'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osfGSPflm6A/T0YDFgun5iI/AAAAAAAACuU/FyXNpJO_xWo/s72-c/C2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5719474658442473283</id><published>2012-02-23T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T09:04:56.602Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário das Correntes 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAYEjGiPuK8/T0YBItyLRsI/AAAAAAAACuM/zPHJqIuE1Og/s1600/c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAYEjGiPuK8/T0YBItyLRsI/AAAAAAAACuM/zPHJqIuE1Og/s400/c1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De regresso à Póvoa de Varzim, até Sábado, para mais uma edição das Correntes d'Escritas. Sete mesas, 14 novos livros, visitas a escolas e muitos escritores. Aqui vamos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5719474658442473283?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5719474658442473283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5719474658442473283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5719474658442473283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/diario-das-correntes-1.html' title='Diário das Correntes 1'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAYEjGiPuK8/T0YBItyLRsI/AAAAAAAACuM/zPHJqIuE1Og/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5555241797175148473</id><published>2012-02-06T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:31:14.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instagram'/><title type='text'>7h20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg7ld7DELMo/Ty_H78KzKKI/AAAAAAAACt8/E6Jv7URnANk/s1600/06021012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg7ld7DELMo/Ty_H78KzKKI/AAAAAAAACt8/E6Jv7URnANk/s400/06021012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5555241797175148473?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5555241797175148473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5555241797175148473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5555241797175148473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h20.html' title='7h20'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg7ld7DELMo/Ty_H78KzKKI/AAAAAAAACt8/E6Jv7URnANk/s72-c/06021012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3495514687169959724</id><published>2012-02-05T18:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:34:07.397Z</updated><title type='text'>A máquina de fazer espanhóis em Espanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Na edição de ontem do &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/suple/babelia/"&gt;Babelia&lt;/a&gt;, do &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/"&gt;El Pais&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;A identidade no labirinto&lt;/i&gt;, diz ele (Antonio Sáez Delgado). E acrescenta: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;la máquina de hacer españoles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"&gt;es una radiografía lúcida y certera, trágica y divertida al mismo tiempo, de la sociedad portuguesa, arrastrada por el autor a la necesidad de mirarse en su propia geografía mítica".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Para ler &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/portada/identidad/laberinto/elpepuculbab/20120204elpbabpor_11/Tes"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3495514687169959724?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3495514687169959724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/maquina-de-fazer-espanhois-em-espanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3495514687169959724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3495514687169959724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/maquina-de-fazer-espanhois-em-espanha.html' title='A máquina de fazer espanhóis em Espanha'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1155304654752266848</id><published>2012-02-05T18:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:26:15.949Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instagram'/><title type='text'>7h46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzYN7JKPSFY/Ty0IsTJuhUI/AAAAAAAACts/9i-v_KNIzok/s1600/04022012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzYN7JKPSFY/Ty0IsTJuhUI/AAAAAAAACts/9i-v_KNIzok/s400/04022012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7846224069473749881?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7846224069473749881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7846224069473749881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7846224069473749881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h03.html' title='7h03'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzYN7JKPSFY/Ty0IsTJuhUI/AAAAAAAACts/9i-v_KNIzok/s72-c/04022012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2288798843519255531</id><published>2012-02-03T08:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:16:52.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quetzal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Luis Borges'/><title type='text'>Ler e reler Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BECBZ1HnXg/TyuWW581OjI/AAAAAAAACtc/UNFVKNDom5A/s1600/9871720_Tr7lh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BECBZ1HnXg/TyuWW581OjI/AAAAAAAACtc/UNFVKNDom5A/s200/9871720_Tr7lh.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp7sgmSjV5g/TyuWXrdLQMI/AAAAAAAACtk/ycOQp31OPDw/s1600/9871722_zBTbL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp7sgmSjV5g/TyuWXrdLQMI/AAAAAAAACtk/ycOQp31OPDw/s200/9871722_zBTbL.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é só quando o leitor inicia uma nova leitura que a obra de um escritor renasce. É também nas várias edições que os seus livros vão tendo, sinal de como a posteridade cuidou do que escreveu. Integralmente &amp;nbsp;publicado em Portugal, Jorge Luis Borges começa hoje uma nova viagem, agora no comboio da&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://quetzal.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Quetzal&lt;/a&gt;. A chancela do grupo Bertrand/Círculo faz chegar hoje às livrarias os dois primeiros volumes de um programa de edição dedicado a um dos maiores escritores do século XX (e não só). Esta iniciativa, que começa com os ensaios reunidos em&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;História da Eternidade&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e a colectânea de contos&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Livro de Areia&lt;/i&gt;, tem por si só o mérito de devolver ao leitor os livros individualizados, já que nas livrarias apenas se encontrava disponível (com uma ou outra excepção) os cinco tomos das Obras Completas (editados pela Teorema). Assim, como num puzzle, peça a peça, poder-se-á desvendar o gigantesco labirinto literário que Borges foi compondo ao longo da sua vida, fruto de uma&amp;nbsp;desmesurada&amp;nbsp;paixão pela leitura. E estes lançamentos iniciais ilustram bem a variedade e, ao mesmo tempo, a unidade dos seus interesses. As ideias de duplo, manuscrito encontrado, ambiente fantástico, amor, morte, historia interrompida (e completada por quem lê), eterno retorno e círculo vicioso percorrem estes textos e contos, desafiando-nos a compor, através de uma leitura contínua, esse livro infinito que um dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;terá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ido para às mãos de Borges. "Disse-me que o seu livro se chamava o Livro de Areia, porque nem o livro nem a areia têm princípio nem fim". O gosto de ler Borges também não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2288798843519255531?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2288798843519255531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/ler-e-reler-borges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2288798843519255531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2288798843519255531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/ler-e-reler-borges.html' title='Ler e reler Borges'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BECBZ1HnXg/TyuWW581OjI/AAAAAAAACtc/UNFVKNDom5A/s72-c/9871720_Tr7lh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3227940903816909991</id><published>2012-02-03T07:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:52:47.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instagram'/><title type='text'>7h06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs6HQvO-OEA/TyuSO4Vul_I/AAAAAAAACtU/in6nh3e_Icc/s1600/03021021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs6HQvO-OEA/TyuSO4Vul_I/AAAAAAAACtU/in6nh3e_Icc/s400/03021021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3227940903816909991?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3227940903816909991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3227940903816909991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3227940903816909991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/7h06.html' title='7h06'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs6HQvO-OEA/TyuSO4Vul_I/AAAAAAAACtU/in6nh3e_Icc/s72-c/03021021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3027951065182528073</id><published>2012-02-02T17:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:02:30.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa, ainda o take 2</title><content type='html'>Para quem &amp;nbsp;gostou da notícia sobre a réplica mais antiga da Mona Lisa, que referi neste &lt;a href="http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/mona-lisa-take-2.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, o &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/"&gt;El Pais&lt;/a&gt; lançou hoje uma extraordinária animação, que dá para confirmar as semelhanças e as diferenças entre o original e a cópia. Para ver &lt;a href="http://cultura.elpais.com/cultura/2012/02/01/actualidad/1328094691_560118.html#comparador"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3027951065182528073?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3027951065182528073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/mona-lisa-ainda-o-take-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3027951065182528073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3027951065182528073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/mona-lisa-ainda-o-take-2.html' title='Mona Lisa, ainda o take 2'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4544902745788692541</id><published>2012-02-02T16:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:45:13.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Correntes d'Escritas 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aí está mais uma edição das Correntes d'Escritas, que há anos vem marcando o início do ano editorial português. Este ano, mesmo com a crise (e menos um dia), não será excepção. Cinquenta e quatro escritores, dezena e meia de lançamentos e sete mesas (mais uma em Lisboa) são motivos suficientes para rumar à Póvoa de Varzim, entre os dias 23 e 25. Eis o prato forte do programa, as mesas-redondas:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 23, quinta-feira, 15h00 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conferência de Abertura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;D. Manuel Clemente, Bispo do Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 23, quinta-feira, 17h00 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 1: “A Escrita é um risco total"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Almeida Faria,&amp;nbsp;Ana Paula Tavares,&amp;nbsp;Eduardo Lourenço,&amp;nbsp;Hélia Correia,&amp;nbsp;Rubem Fonseca e José Carlos de Vasconcelos (moderador).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 24, sexta-feira, 10h30 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 2: “O fim da arte superior é libertar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alberto S. Santos,&amp;nbsp;Fernando Pinto do Amaral,&amp;nbsp;José Jorge Letria,&amp;nbsp;Luís Quintais,&amp;nbsp;Sofia Marrecas Ferreira,&amp;nbsp;Care Santos e&amp;nbsp;João Gobern (moderador).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 24, sexta-feira, 15ho0 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 3: A Poesia é o resultado de uma perfeita economia das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jaime Rocha,&amp;nbsp;João Luís Barreto Guimarães,&amp;nbsp;Manuel António Pina,&amp;nbsp;Manuel Rui,&amp;nbsp;Margarida Vale de Gato e&amp;nbsp;Ivo Machado&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 24, sexta-feira, 17h30 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 4: Toda a literatura é pura especulação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eduardo Sacheri,&amp;nbsp;Inês Pedrosa,&amp;nbsp;João Bouza da Costa,&amp;nbsp;Manuel Jorge Marmelo,&amp;nbsp;Pedro Rosa Mendes,&amp;nbsp;Rosa Montero e&amp;nbsp;Bia Corrêa do Lago&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 24, sexta-feira, 22h00 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 5: A escrita é um investimento inesgotável no prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Afonso Cruz,&amp;nbsp;Ana Luísa Amaral,&amp;nbsp;Júlio Magalhães,&amp;nbsp;Manuel Moya,&amp;nbsp;Rui Zink,&amp;nbsp;Valter Hugo Mãe e&amp;nbsp;Henrique Cayatte&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 25, sábado, 10h30 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 6: Da crise da escrita não se pode fugir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Carmo Neto,&amp;nbsp;João Pedro Marques,&amp;nbsp;Miguel Real, Sandro William Junqueira,&amp;nbsp;Valeria Luiselli,&amp;nbsp;Salgado Maranhão e&amp;nbsp;Onésimo Teotónio Almeida&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 25, sábado, 16h00 – Auditório Municipal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 7: “As ideias são fundos que nunca darão juros nas mãos do talento”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eugénio Lisboa,&amp;nbsp;Gonçalo M. Tavares,&amp;nbsp;Helena Vasconcelos,&amp;nbsp;João de Melo,&amp;nbsp;Luís Sepúlveda,&amp;nbsp;Onésimo Teotónio Almeida,&amp;nbsp;Maria Flor Pedroso&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 28, terça-feira, 18h30, Instituto Cervantes, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesa 8: Traços de crise enriquecem o texto literário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Afonso Cruz,&amp;nbsp;Ana Paula Tavares,&amp;nbsp;Care Santos, Manuel Moya,&amp;nbsp;Valeria Luiselli,&amp;nbsp;Helena Vasconcelos&amp;nbsp;(moderador).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O programa inclui ainda uma revista dedicada a Eduardo Lourenço, quatro prémios literários e várias visitas às escolas do concelho e não só.&amp;nbsp;Na sexta-feira, 24, às 18, vou estar na Biblioteca Municipal à conversa com Júlio Magalhães e alunos de Comunicação Social da Universidade do Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4544902745788692541?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4544902745788692541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-9095430960570774984</id><published>2012-02-02T16:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:19:31.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A realidade à espera de um escritor'/><title type='text'>A realidade à espera de um escritor 1</title><content type='html'>Eis um bom romance por escrever:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/caso-isaltino-juiza-declara-que-nao-houve-prescricao-mas-por-ora-nao-mandou-prender-o-autarca-1531811"&gt;Caso Isaltino: juíza declara que não houve prescrição mas “por ora” não manda prender o autarca&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Possível título: &lt;i&gt;Um processo em Oeiras&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuzXqqnbDSg/Tyq1xc7kzxI/AAAAAAAACtM/0XWns4oywtw/s72-c/02022012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7817867234097614309</id><published>2012-02-01T22:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:29:26.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Recordando Fernando Assis Pacheco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canção do Ano 86&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Agora quando volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;quando é raro voltar e sempre por um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;estou à minha espera na ponte de Santa Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;com um ramo de rosas que levanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;à aproximação do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;saudando-te caro Fernando Assis Pacheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;filho pródigo destes quintais floridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;quando acontece que volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;que assim volto por pouquíssimo tempo dou comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;na berma da EN 1 a olhar à esquerda o Vale do Inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;hoje estragado por um sacana qualquer dum engenheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;dizendo adeus adeus Fernando Assis Pacheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;menino antigamente sem cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;se é que volto intimado pela agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;do jornal em Condeixa já inquieto espreito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;a ver se vens dos lados de Pombal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;oitavo duma fila atrás dum camião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;coçando a barba gesto bem teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;com que disfarças o nervoso e a pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;volto sem querer quando decerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;mais não queria voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;encasacado anónimo de olho circunvago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Leiria num relance prego no fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;apetecia parar ao pé de ti Fernando Assis Pacheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;cálido aceno do que morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;conversarmos os dois sobre esse século esses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;cafés com quatro mesas e matraquilhos na cave a cheirar a bolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;essas aulas a que faltávamos no último período para empatar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;[cinco a cinco com os varões todos torcidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;consta que desde então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;não fazes mais do que perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernando Assis Pacheco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 17.0px Helvetica; line-height: 26.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;(que hoje faria 75 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7817867234097614309?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7817867234097614309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/recordando-fernando-assis-pacheco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7817867234097614309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7817867234097614309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/recordando-fernando-assis-pacheco.html' title='Recordando Fernando Assis Pacheco'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8901405043834250880</id><published>2012-02-01T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:30:07.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa, take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwGywiy5ghQ/Tyk1JY_GdaI/AAAAAAAACs8/bGXMFS61id0/s1600/leovezesdois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwGywiy5ghQ/Tyk1JY_GdaI/AAAAAAAACs8/bGXMFS61id0/s400/leovezesdois.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Afinal havia outra. No &lt;a href="http://www.museodelprado.es/"&gt;Museu do Prado&lt;/a&gt;, em Madrid, foi encontrada uma réplica da Mona Lisa, de Leonardo Da Vinci. Durante anos pensou-se que se tratava de uma das muitas cópias (neste caso flamenga) que a mais célebre pintura de todos os tempos teve ao correr dos séculos. Mas não. No restauro, noticia hoje o &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/"&gt;El Pais&lt;/a&gt;, descobriu-se uma verdadeira réplica, provavelmente de Andrea Salai ou Francesco Melzi. "No estamos ante una mera copia del retrato de las muchas que pululan por el mundo: se trata de un verdadero &lt;i&gt;work in progress&lt;/i&gt;, un retrato paralelo, una especie de fotocopia ejecutada de forma simultánea por el alumno mientras el profesor pintaba su obra maestra", escreve o jornalista Borja Hermoso. "Hay que subrayar, además, que el tamaño de original y réplica es prácticamente el mismo: 77 X 53 centímetros para el primero, y 76 X 57 para la segunda. El discípulo de Leonardo habría ejecutado la réplica a medida que el maestro toscano iba pintando el original en su estudio de Florencia, lo que además arrojará nuevas informaciones sobre la forma en que se trabajaba en los gabinetes de los grandes maestros. Diversos estudios fotográficos y radiológicos efectuados sobre el cuadro arrojan resultados que, muy probablemente, van a cambiar el rumbo de las teorías e interpretaciones en torno al inmortal retrato". Para ler &lt;a href="http://cultura.elpais.com/cultura/2012/02/01/actualidad/1328094691_560118.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8901405043834250880?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8901405043834250880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/mona-lisa-take-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8901405043834250880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8901405043834250880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/02/mona-lisa-take-2.html' title='Mona Lisa, take 2'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwGywiy5ghQ/Tyk1JY_GdaI/AAAAAAAACs8/bGXMFS61id0/s72-c/leovezesdois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7568058199576946923</id><published>2012-02-01T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:09:00.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instagram'/><title type='text'>7h30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EtTR1f0aOU/TwCzAHMjDfI/AAAAAAAACso/p-iWneDN2vc/s1600/POSTAL+BOAS+FESTAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EtTR1f0aOU/TwCzAHMjDfI/AAAAAAAACso/p-iWneDN2vc/s400/POSTAL+BOAS+FESTAS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-9053342965600499685?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/9053342965600499685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/9053342965600499685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/9053342965600499685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EtTR1f0aOU/TwCzAHMjDfI/AAAAAAAACso/p-iWneDN2vc/s72-c/POSTAL+BOAS+FESTAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4055686290695052825</id><published>2011-12-05T16:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:01:19.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Como um dentista, diz ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Certas vezes, acontece ao escritor o mesmo que ao dentista, quando o paciente sente na boca como que um penedo, e basta uma ligeiríssima passagem da broca para tudo se tornar muito mais ligeiro. Basta cortar uma palavra para tornar mais leve um período inteiro", afirma Umberto Eco a propósito da edição revista de &lt;i&gt;O Nome da Rosa&lt;/i&gt;, recém-lançada em Portugual, com nova tradução (de Jorge Vaz de Carvalho), pela &lt;a href="http://www.gradiva.pt/"&gt;Gradiva&lt;/a&gt;. A mesma história, agora sem as pequenas 'cáries' que envergonhavam o escritor italiano (como a referência à abóbora na Idade Média europeia quando está só nos chegou das Américas, depois dos Descobrimentos), e com um pósfácio do próprio Eco sobre a construção deste romance histórico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4055686290695052825?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4055686290695052825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-um-dentista-diz-ele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4055686290695052825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4055686290695052825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-um-dentista-diz-ele.html' title='Como um dentista, diz ele'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5239607332376923150</id><published>2011-12-03T15:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:03:09.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Poesia popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMWgYJ8EG-k/Ttz5QjmeJyI/AAAAAAAACsI/7sJk9C2WhlI/s1600/4d5ba6fc1dc211e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMWgYJ8EG-k/Ttz5QjmeJyI/AAAAAAAACsI/7sJk9C2WhlI/s400/4d5ba6fc1dc211e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A poesia desceu à rua, em Estremoz, com o 17. Encontro de Poetas Populares, integrado em mais uma edição da Cozinha de Ganhões, aberta até amanhã, no Parque de Feiras e Exposições da cidade. Gastronomia, vinhos, artesanato, poesia. Um vislumbre do paraíso terreno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5239607332376923150?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5239607332376923150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/poesia-popular.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5239607332376923150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5239607332376923150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/poesia-popular.html' title='Poesia popular'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMWgYJ8EG-k/Ttz5QjmeJyI/AAAAAAAACsI/7sJk9C2WhlI/s72-c/4d5ba6fc1dc211e180c9123138016265_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4989433598351802215</id><published>2011-12-01T21:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:40:38.548Z</updated><title type='text'>No reino da Dinamarca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7UjfMJfZl0/TtfyHVgXMDI/AAAAAAAACr8/LRim7CEecsU/s1600/CHRISTIANviiportrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7UjfMJfZl0/TtfyHVgXMDI/AAAAAAAACr8/LRim7CEecsU/s200/CHRISTIANviiportrait.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P37PLjOoISI/TtfyHIYtHOI/AAAAAAAACr0/zDqOT4RqNQI/s1600/Carolinemathildewalesdenmark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P37PLjOoISI/TtfyHIYtHOI/AAAAAAAACr0/zDqOT4RqNQI/s200/Carolinemathildewalesdenmark.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ue8hw7DgIlE/TtfyGgZEsbI/AAAAAAAACrw/ccmPZ9DFZ9s/s1600/220px-Struensee_Juel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ue8hw7DgIlE/TtfyGgZEsbI/AAAAAAAACrw/ccmPZ9DFZ9s/s200/220px-Struensee_Juel.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os destinos cruzados (e trágicos) de D. Cristiano VII, D. Carolina Matilde e de&amp;nbsp;Johann Friedrich Struensee em&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A visita do médico real&lt;/i&gt;, do sueco&amp;nbsp;Per Olov Enquist, uma edição da Ahab. De tempos a tempos, há&amp;nbsp;sempre&amp;nbsp;qualquer coisa de podre no reino da Dinamarca.&amp;nbsp;Um&amp;nbsp;romance&amp;nbsp;extraordinário. A não perder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4989433598351802215?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4989433598351802215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-reino-da-dinamarca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4989433598351802215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4989433598351802215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-reino-da-dinamarca.html' title='No reino da Dinamarca'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7UjfMJfZl0/TtfyHVgXMDI/AAAAAAAACr8/LRim7CEecsU/s72-c/CHRISTIANviiportrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5072976622369213407</id><published>2011-11-30T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:13:54.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas bancas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrNSWRQY2DE/TtdvcPi9pzI/AAAAAAAACro/tOYYdRUyJsI/s1600/jbjl1074001-a6af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrNSWRQY2DE/TtdvcPi9pzI/AAAAAAAACro/tOYYdRUyJsI/s400/jbjl1074001-a6af.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5072976622369213407?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5072976622369213407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/nas-bancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5072976622369213407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5072976622369213407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/nas-bancas.html' title='Nas bancas'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrNSWRQY2DE/TtdvcPi9pzI/AAAAAAAACro/tOYYdRUyJsI/s72-c/jbjl1074001-a6af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1746223098523193916</id><published>2011-11-29T07:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:48:41.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Sete da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kIyT9TH0m4/TtTwuPzLT4I/AAAAAAAACrg/7XX8rTCAhLA/s1600/61a5cf801a5b11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kIyT9TH0m4/TtTwuPzLT4I/AAAAAAAACrg/7XX8rTCAhLA/s400/61a5cf801a5b11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chegar a casa às sete da manhã. Seria bom se não fosse trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1746223098523193916?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1746223098523193916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/sete-da-manha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1746223098523193916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1746223098523193916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/sete-da-manha.html' title='Sete da manhã'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kIyT9TH0m4/TtTwuPzLT4I/AAAAAAAACrg/7XX8rTCAhLA/s72-c/61a5cf801a5b11e19896123138142014_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5006032942413302246</id><published>2011-11-28T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:37:05.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Nigel Cliff: lições do passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1T8OhTmjys/TtPbcPRhpsI/AAAAAAAACrQ/k3HSOAOO77c/s1600/Vasco+da+Gama+perante+o+Samorim+de+Calecute+_pintura+de+Veloso+Salgado.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1T8OhTmjys/TtPbcPRhpsI/AAAAAAAACrQ/k3HSOAOO77c/s400/Vasco+da+Gama+perante+o+Samorim+de+Calecute+_pintura+de+Veloso+Salgado.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vasco da Gama perante o Samorim de Calecute,&lt;/i&gt; pintura de Veloso Salgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao fim de três anos de investigação, o escritor inglês Nigel Cliff, nascido em Manchester, em 1969, não tem dúvidas: Vasco da Gama é uma das figuras mais importantes da história mundial. E se o retrato que dele podemos pintar nem sempre é carregado de cores luminosas, a influência que teve nos destinos cruzados do Cristianismo e do Islamismo é enorme. Para o bem e para o mal. Foi esta a intuição que levou Nigel Cliff a embarcar numa viagem pela História, com o objetivo de compreender o presente. Por que razão as guerras ainda são santas e de onde é que elas vêm?, eis a sua dúvida. O resultado é &lt;i&gt;Guerra Santa&lt;/i&gt; um livro, com a chancela da Texto Editora, dirigido maioritariamente a um público anglo-saxónico, mas que, pela tentativa de compreender o mundo em que vivemos, não deixará de surpreender os leitores portugueses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que o levou a empreender esta viagem pela História na companhia de Vasco da Gama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre me senti atraído pelos Descobrimentos, não só por ser uma narrativa potencialmente rica, mas também por o comportamento dos exploradores junto de culturas desconhecidas revelar muito sobre eles enquanto indivíduos e sobre as sociedades de onde provinham. Mesmo hoje, os viajantes experimentam essa espécie de claridade através da desorientação. Eu próprio já o senti, daí o fascinio por imaginar o que teria sido uma viagem nessa época. Vasco da Gama também desperta a minha atenção há muito tempo porque me intriga que, para um anglo-saxónico, o seu nome seja muito mais familiar do que o seu feito. Quando falo de Vasco da Gama é normal perguntarem-me o que fez. Comecei a pensar se não haveria uma forma de divulgar a sua vida a um público mais vasto. Por último, como muitas pessoas, a erupção da Guerra Santa nas nossas vidas, com os ataques terroristas de Nova Iorque, Madrid e Londres, não me foi indiferente. Li muito sobre a história conjunta do Cristianismo e do Islão, sobretudo para tentar perceber de que forma o Ocidente foi, correta ou incorretamente, percecionado pelos muçulmanos. Gradualmente, esses pensamentos juntaram-se e a Descoberta do Caminho Marítimo para a Índia de Vasco da Gama afigurou-se-me como um ponto de viragem decisivo nas relações entre Oriente e Ocidente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os leitores portugueses encontram aqui uma imagem muito diferente do Vasco da Gama que já conhecem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que sim. Até porque há pouca informação direta sobre Vasco da Gama e é impossível acedermos aos seus pensamentos e crenças. Temos de deduzir a sua personalidade pelas suas ações. Espero ter construído um retrato persuasivo de um homem ambicioso e determinado. Sempre leal ao seu rei mas rápido a aprender com a experiência. Amado pelos seus homens mas pronto para ser implacável. No entanto, alguns atos podem ser menos conhecidos dos leitores portugueses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por exemplo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha editora portuguesa disse-me que nunca tinha ouvido falar de um episódio da sua segunda viagem à Índia em que Vasco da Gama deu ordens para abater um navio cheio de peregrinos muçulmanos. A determinação de D. Manuel em selar uma aliança com um rei cristão que os portugueses acreditavam que dominava grande parte do Oriente, para assim expulsarem os muçulmanos de África e limparem o caminho para a reconquista de Jerusalém, também pode ser surpreendente para alguns. Por estas razões, quis contar a história completa dos Descobrimentos portugueses, no sentido em que foram o prelúdio para o que acontece nas décadas - e poderíamos dizer séculos - que se seguiram. Os europeus andavam, desde o tempo das cruzadas, à procura de diminuir os seguidores do Islão em todas as zonas conhecidas do mundo. Vasco da Gama nunca teve essa missão, mas a sua descoberta marca o início da permanente presença europeia na Ásia, com todas as suas consequências. O retrato deste livro pode ser negro, mas é seguramente muito mais decisivo para a história mundial do que os portugueses poderiam supor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estamos habituados a vê-lo como alguém que ligou continentes e culturas, em nome de Deus, claro. Mas terá dividido mais do que uniu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O seu maior feito foi possibilitar aos europeus contornar o mundo islâmico e estabelecerem-se na África Oriental e na Ásia. Depois de ter passado três anos na companhia de Vasco da Gama, estou profundamente admirado com a sua audácia e coragem. Mas é igualmente importante sublinhar a fé que levou consigo. Ele viajou em nome de Cristo, sob a proteção de Roma. Tinha instruções para negociar alianças com os governantes que acreditasse serem cristãos e para subjugar os outros. De início, pensou que os hindus eram cristãos desobedientes, mas quando descobriu a verdade a mentalidade do “connosco ou contra nós” veio ao de cima. Claro que não se pode esquecer que a conflituosa história da presença Ocidental em África e na Ásia não pode ser atribuída a um único homem ou país. Mas a persistente noção de que os asiáticos e os africanos deviam ser civilizados, convertidos, escravizados ou eliminados parece-me ter origem na visão do mundo que Vasco da Gama explorou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interpretar mal o passado ou esquecer as suas lições é uma das razões dos problemas que estamos a viver hoje?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A História, diz-se muitas vezes, é escrita pelos vencedores. Mas nenhuma nação, região ou crença pode esperar ter uma supremacia eterna. Ao ver como o Oriente se levanta outra vez e coloca novos desafios ao nosso estilo de vida, é importante entender a história que partilhamos, especialmente os motivos que levaram o cristianismo a tornar-se uma força mundial predominante. Contudo, não sou relativista: a democracia, a liberdade de expressão e os direitos humanos são grandes conquistas do Ocidente que pertencem a todos. Mas se olharmos para o passado, são conceitos recentes e ausentes na Época dos Descobrimentos. E uma coisa é defender o nosso estilo de vida, outra acreditar que é o único possível. Isso seria uma reminiscência da intransigência de Vasco da Gama e de outros exploradores. Se não resultou na altura, agora também não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como podemos acabar com a ideia de Guerra Santa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem me dera ter uma resposta! Digo apenas que tirei duas conclusões deste livro. Compreender o Outro é o primeiro passo para se estabelecer um diálogo produtivo e criar um caminho com futuro. E qualquer tentativa de promover uma Guerra Santa - combater em nome de uma crença religiosa - acaba sempre em desastre. Por outras palavras, a ideia de instituir uma ordem perfeita, universal e duradoura seria terrivelmente assustadora se não fosse completamente absurda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6wl2-Y3ps/TtQaXwPxsuI/AAAAAAAACrY/l6sOzm-uFyo/s1600/guerrasanta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6wl2-Y3ps/TtQaXwPxsuI/AAAAAAAACrY/l6sOzm-uFyo/s200/guerrasanta2.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel Cliff&lt;br /&gt;GUERRA SANTA&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Maria João Goucha&lt;br /&gt;Texto Editora, 600 pp, 29,95 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entrevista publicada, que já segue o novo acordo ortográfico, no &lt;b&gt;JL&lt;/b&gt; 1073, de 16 de novembro de 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5006032942413302246?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5006032942413302246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/nigel-cliff-licoes-do-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5006032942413302246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5006032942413302246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/nigel-cliff-licoes-do-passado.html' title='Nigel Cliff: lições do passado'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1T8OhTmjys/TtPbcPRhpsI/AAAAAAAACrQ/k3HSOAOO77c/s72-c/Vasco+da+Gama+perante+o+Samorim+de+Calecute+_pintura+de+Veloso+Salgado.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1644254104042079595</id><published>2011-11-27T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:36:35.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Going back will be different from going away, even though the road is the same, the road that leads from home and back home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gudbergur Bergsson, in &lt;i&gt;The Swan&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1644254104042079595?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1644254104042079595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1644254104042079595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1644254104042079595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2601582240075835639</id><published>2011-11-26T15:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:17:37.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho vinte e dois anos e tu às vezes fazes-me sentir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;como se tivesse&amp;nbsp;oitocentos&lt;br /&gt;Que culpa tive eu que D. Sebastião fosse combater os infiéis ao norte de&amp;nbsp;África&lt;br /&gt;só porque não podia combater a doença que lhe atacava os órgãos genitais&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais voltasse&lt;br /&gt;Quase chego a pensar que é tudo uma mentira&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;o Infante D. Henrique foi uma invenção do Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;e o Nuno Álvares Pereira uma reles imitação do Príncipe Valente&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginas o tesão que sinto quando ouço o hino nacional&lt;br /&gt;(que os meus egrégios avós me perdoem)&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estive a jogar póker com o velho do Restelo&lt;br /&gt;Anda na consulta externa do Júlio de Matos&lt;br /&gt;Deram-lhe uns electrochoques e está a recuperar&lt;br /&gt;aparte o facto de agora me tentar convencer que nos espera um futuro de&amp;nbsp;rosas&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fechei-me no Mosteiro dos Jerónimos a ver se contraía a febre do&lt;br /&gt;Império&lt;br /&gt;mas a única coisa que consegui apanhar foi um resfriado&lt;br /&gt;Virei a Torre do Tombo do avesso sem lograr uma pérola que fosse&lt;br /&gt;das rosas que Gil Eanes trouxe do Bojador&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar-te uma coisa que nunca contei a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Sabes&lt;br /&gt;estou loucamente apaixonado por ti&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;como me pude apaixonar por um velho decrépito e idiota como tu&lt;br /&gt;mas que tem o coração doce ainda mais doce que os pastéis de Tentugal&lt;br /&gt;e o corpo cheio de pontos negros para poder espremer à minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Portugal estás a ouvir-me?&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci em mil novecentos e cinquenta e sete Salazar estava no poder nada&amp;nbsp;de ressentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Um dia bebi vinagre nada de ressentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Portugal depois de ter salvo inúmeras vezes os Lusíadas a nado na piscina municipal de Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ia agora propor-te um projecto eminentemente nacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que fôssemos todos a Ceuta à procura do olho que Camões lá deixou&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabes de que cor são os meus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;São castanhos como os da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;gostava de te beijar muito apaixonadamente&lt;br /&gt;na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jorge Sousa Braga, in &lt;i&gt;De manhã vamos todos acordar com uma pérola no cu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2601582240075835639?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2601582240075835639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/portugal-eu-tenho-vinte-e-dois-anos-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2601582240075835639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2601582240075835639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/portugal-eu-tenho-vinte-e-dois-anos-e.html' title='Portugal'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-6808260223331798660</id><published>2011-11-25T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:05:10.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao vivo, no Coliseu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97SO3ejlNmQ/Ts4m9-PMnyI/AAAAAAAACrI/X2oFGWmo2NU/s1600/188387_10150110484284440_674849439_6330424_1254536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97SO3ejlNmQ/Ts4m9-PMnyI/AAAAAAAACrI/X2oFGWmo2NU/s400/188387_10150110484284440_674849439_6330424_1254536_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por um futuro diferente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1828477363736986304?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1828477363736986304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/greve-geral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1828477363736986304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1828477363736986304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/greve-geral.html' title='Greve Geral'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97SO3ejlNmQ/Ts4m9-PMnyI/AAAAAAAACrI/X2oFGWmo2NU/s72-c/188387_10150110484284440_674849439_6330424_1254536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1699111720121021878</id><published>2011-11-23T11:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:26:30.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Foenkinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Delicadeza'/><title type='text'>A suave delicadeza dos (des)encontros segundo David Foenkinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fT3Q03DE-1I/TszYCAbXb4I/AAAAAAAACrA/OXoLsg-LFdY/s1600/david1-2d33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fT3Q03DE-1I/TszYCAbXb4I/AAAAAAAACrA/OXoLsg-LFdY/s400/david1-2d33.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="artigopretit" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 7.95pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="artigopretit" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 7.95pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;É palavra de mil subtilezas, docescarícias e suaves encantos. A delicadeza - dos gestos, das falas, das sensações- seduz qualquer um. E ao seu feitiço não foi indiferente David Foenkinos, quese deixou inebriar ao ponto de fazer dela o tema do seu último romance. É apartir da delicadeza que o escritor francês traça o contorno das personagens eas coloca em ação, numa história de amores e desamores, alegrias e tragédias,encontros e desencontros. De França, por e-mail, Foenkinos respondeu àsperguntas que o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;lhe enviámos, a começar por esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é, para si, a delicadeza?&lt;/b&gt;Uma forma deouvir o outro. De prestar atenção àquilo que ele diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;É uma qualidade humana que o seduz particularmente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sim, é muito importante. O ouvido é a chave de qualquer relação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;E quando percebeu que a delicadeza podia ser ocentro de um romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Quando reparei que omundo andava demasiado depressa, ou era demasiado brutal, e que era necessárioabrandar até à doçura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Talvez seja essa a angústia de Nathalie. A viveruma relação perfeita, sem tristezas nem lamúrias, ela vê-se atirada para umvórtice de emoções. De um momento para o outro, tudo passa a andar rá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-style: italic;" w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;i&gt;do demais. Depois de sair para correr, o seumarido sofre um acidente mortal. Deixa-a sozinha, entregue à velocidade dosofrimento e ao insuportável peso da dor que se instalou no seu corpo. "Abrandaraté à doçura" é o caminho que tem pela frente, para assim conseguirreconstruir a vida, perspetivar o futuro e equacionar a hipótese de um novoencontro.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Uma vez focado nadelicadeza, qual foi depois o ponto de partida desta história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Um homem chega mesmo no&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;bom momento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;na vida de uma mulher. Porque este éum livro sobre a ideia de que, no amor, o que conta é&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;o bom momento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;do encontro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Parece ser também uma história sobre o amor depoisdo amor (ou da felicidade depois da felicidade). Concorda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;É uma história sobre umamor que acreditamos estar morto e que se regenera de uma forma incessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E sobre a ausência de razão no sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Exatamente! Não decidimos nada no amor, pois é o nosso corpo que decide!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Escutar o corpo, ouvir a mente. Nathaliereaprenderá, aos poucos, estas básicas leis da sobrevivência e do instinto. Sairda escuridão em que se enfiou depois da morte do marido e regressar à vida, àsrelações, à rua, ao trabalho. Sobretudo ao trabalho, onde pode entregar-se àssuas rotinas, sem se preocupar com decisões íntimas ou com consequênciaspessoais. Será na opacidade dos espaços empresariais, neste caso numa sucursalfrancesa do IKEA, que Nathalie avançará por fragmentos de um discurso amoroso,surpreendendo e surpreendendo-se.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que razão escolheu um local de trabalho para cenário deste romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Queria que o livro se desenrolasse num ambiente depressivo... E uma empresapareceu-me o ideal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tensão que estes espaços emanam não é muito abordada na literatura. Foi umdesafio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O mundo da empresa é o mundo do olhar. Toda a gente se es&lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;a constantemente. É como um país em tempo deguerra. Há alianças, cons&lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;rações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;De alianças e cons&lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;rações teriammuito a dizer Nathalie e Markus, que entre corredores e secretárias, dossiers ereuniões, encontraram os seus respetivos&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;bonsmomentos. A delicadeza, entre os dois, começará, mesmo que nenhum deles saibapara onde se dirige. E sem que disso se apercebam, os dois serão transformadosem personagens de um teatro cuja plateia é o escritório em que trabalham. Comodois polos opostos, Nathalie e Markus usam a energia que os rodeia parainevitavelmente se atraírem.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como desenhou as duas personagens principais? Partiu de algumas imagens ouideias concretas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Alguns disseram-me que era um pouco "a bela e o monstro". Euqueria que o casal fosse muito bizarro ao princí&lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;oe perfeitamente evidente no fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A originalidade é um dos talentos de Markus (e uma das angústias de Charles,o seu patrão e o de Nathalie também). Qual o seu segredo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O Markus tem sobretudo humor e isso é o essencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Um homem encontra uma mulher. Uma mulher encontra um homem. Os doisencontram-se. Há séculos que a Humanidade revisita este tema, sem que por issodeixe de nos cativar. Parece que cada história particular é suficienteuniversal para tocar em leitores de proveniências muito distintas. Mas não épela imaginação ou subtileza que Foenkinos nos prende nesta história. É peloseu narrador, que conta e comenta, descreve e intui, julga e absolve. É uma vozforte, que nos acompanha do início ao fim, muito mais do que as personagens,tão imersas que estão nos seus dramas afetivos.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criar um narrador com uma voz forte foi algo que o preocupou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O escritor deve sempre estar lá, mas sem tornar o texto mais pesado. Eulevo as minhas personagens pela mão. E vivo com elas. Gostaria muito de ser oMarkus quando ele beija a Nathalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E em relação à forma através da qual essa voz se expressa (umas vezes emlongos capítulos narrativos, outras em pequenos apontamentos ou curiosidades):o que procurou com estas mudanças de ritmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;É como uma res&lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ração. E depois,se não se gosta do livro, pelo menos aprende-se muitas coisas! Até há receitasem&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A Delicadeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No entanto, nem sempre é fácil identificar uma lógica nesses capítuloscurtos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Alguns têm um grande interesse para o livro, outros são apenas leves epermitem-nos aprender pequenas coisas sobre artistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;A solução é entrar no jogo e aproveitar essas pausas para recordar o que se leue supor o que se seguirá. Alguns apontamentos, de facto, pouco acrescentam e,em certos casos, são inclusivamente de duvidosa utilidade. Mas outros abrempequenas janelas dentro do livro, como aqueles &lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ntoresrenascentistas que &lt;st1:personname w:st="on"&gt;pi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ntavam quadrosdentro dos quadros ou aqueles escritores meta-literários que nos deixam apensar em livros e autores que não existem. Caberá ao leitor decidir se vai ajogo e se aprecia a sua aparente ausência de regras. Porque tudo é feito tendoem vista o seu conforto. A começar pelo humor, que atravessa o livro como umalinha que ata os personagens e os capítulos.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procurou intencionalmente esse registo humorístico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sim! Quero que o leitor tenha prazer. É uma história séria e triste, masquis tratá-la com humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que livros o fizeram rir nos últimos tempos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Gosto de livros divertidos, como os de Albert Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;A literatura e a música são as marcas do percurso de David Foenkinos, quenasceu em Paris, em 1974. Ao mesmo tempo que estudava na Sorbonne, completava asua formação em jazz. Talvez seja essa a razão por que muda tanto de registoliterário, assim como quem muda de instrumento. Estreou-se, em 2001, com&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Inversion de L'idiotie, logodistinguido com o Prémio François Mauriac, e nos últimos anos publicouromances, guiões para cinema, peças de teatro e bandas desenhadas. É caso paraperguntar se:&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A música e a literatura são campos que se cruzam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Deixei a música para escrever, e ainda bem para os vossos ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o que o levou a ser escritor? Ou, recorrendo à pergunta clássica, por queescreve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Era a melhor forma de me exprimir. E de seduzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que está a escrever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Neste momento, tenho um livro que vai ser lançado em França que se intitula&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Les Souvenirs. E adaptei&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A Delicadeza&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ao cinema [com o seu irmão, StéphaneFoenkinos], com Audrey Tatuou como atriz principal. Estreia em França, emdezembro. 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margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Foenkinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;A DELICADEZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradução de Catarina Almeida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Presença, 232 pp, 14,90 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Entrevista publicada no &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/a-suave-delicadeza-dos-desencontros=f630539"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;do &lt;b&gt;JL&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-color: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xIKQXb2h0/TsvSFysCBfI/AAAAAAAACqw/O3V51TKPDPw/s1600/9447179_AoOzM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xIKQXb2h0/TsvSFysCBfI/AAAAAAAACqw/O3V51TKPDPw/s400/9447179_AoOzM.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há poemas na Avenida da Liberdade, em Lisboa. Hoje e nos próximos meses, no Teatro Tivoli. &lt;i&gt;Avenida de Poemas&lt;/i&gt; parte do princípio que "há poemas que nos salvam. Há poemas que nos ajudam a sobreviver. Há poemas que nos ensinam a respirar. E outros que nos ensinam a cair".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em cada sessão, um convidados, às vezes distante do mundo literário, será desafiado a falar dos seus poemas e a revelar um lado provavelmente menos conhecido da sua personalidade. O ciclo mensal de encontros arranca esta noite, às 21 e 30, com Pilar de Río e também pode ser acompanhado ao vivo no site do jornal &lt;i&gt;Expresso&lt;/i&gt;, no &lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/avenida-de-poemas=s25514"&gt;blogue&lt;/a&gt; da &lt;i&gt;Avenida de Poemas&lt;/i&gt;, que regularmente terá novidades sobre esta iniciativa promovida por&amp;nbsp;Raquel Marinho e José Mário Silva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-6663215656280059961?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/6663215656280059961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-poemas-na-avenida-da-liberdade-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6663215656280059961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6663215656280059961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-poemas-na-avenida-da-liberdade-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4xIKQXb2h0/TsvSFysCBfI/AAAAAAAACqw/O3V51TKPDPw/s72-c/9447179_AoOzM.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1453145826596914457</id><published>2011-11-21T11:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:35:05.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Andrei Tarkovski</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2mIuOhk1Uo/Tso2mL644-I/AAAAAAAACqo/rso0I1WujVw/s1600/img2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2mIuOhk1Uo/Tso2mL644-I/AAAAAAAACqo/rso0I1WujVw/s400/img2.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrei Tarkovski, Auto-retrato integrado na exposição &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ccb.pt/sites/ccb/pt-PT/Programacao/Exposi%C3%A7oes/Pages/Luzinstant%C3%A2nea%20de%20Andrei%20Tarkovsky2011.aspx"&gt;Luz&amp;nbsp;Instantânea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;patente no CCB até 4 de Dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1453145826596914457?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1453145826596914457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/andrei-tarkovski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1453145826596914457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1453145826596914457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/11/andrei-tarkovski.html' title='Andrei Tarkovski'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2mIuOhk1Uo/Tso2mL644-I/AAAAAAAACqo/rso0I1WujVw/s72-c/img2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7969523895398153971</id><published>2011-10-25T13:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:09:15.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No castelo do Barba Azul I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FWuSMSKfD4/TqamWNrUJ0I/AAAAAAAACqU/_3mjFd49u9U/s1600/Barbebleue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FWuSMSKfD4/TqamWNrUJ0I/AAAAAAAACqU/_3mjFd49u9U/s640/Barbebleue.jpg" width="505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ilustração de Gustave Doré para o conto infantil de Charles Perrault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7969523895398153971?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7969523895398153971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-castelo-do-barba-azul-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7969523895398153971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7969523895398153971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-castelo-do-barba-azul-i.html' title='No castelo do Barba Azul I'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FWuSMSKfD4/TqamWNrUJ0I/AAAAAAAACqU/_3mjFd49u9U/s72-c/Barbebleue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1404197161519079555</id><published>2011-09-01T19:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:09:43.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação à imprensa de O filho de mil homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdfi8SNsmIg/Tl-zacExVJI/AAAAAAAACp4/Y-evy4YFSl8/s1600/d7554c0fb60e419e85d9333258157488_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdfi8SNsmIg/Tl-zacExVJI/AAAAAAAACp4/Y-evy4YFSl8/s320/d7554c0fb60e419e85d9333258157488_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valter Hugo Mãe, Alexandre Vasconcelos e Sá e Clara Capitão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4gHM7hBPc/Tl-zbRWNf8I/AAAAAAAACqE/u8wJp8dtYBI/s1600/21aefd859e5a461380a47f1aa1dbe37c_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4gHM7hBPc/Tl-zbRWNf8I/AAAAAAAACqE/u8wJp8dtYBI/s320/21aefd859e5a461380a47f1aa1dbe37c_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valter Hugo Mãe com um desenho inédito de Luís Silva, &lt;br /&gt;incluído no novo romance. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es8I4hJECTc/Tl-za8O2QvI/AAAAAAAACqA/ntIJVyU1JVI/s1600/8209be02968248a88f64f22c71cdd56c_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es8I4hJECTc/Tl-za8O2QvI/AAAAAAAACqA/ntIJVyU1JVI/s320/8209be02968248a88f64f22c71cdd56c_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valter Hugo Mãe a ler o texto que preparou para a sessão&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFsEFXNLUg/Tl-zamwZPAI/AAAAAAAACp8/chmqEdt_Y04/s1600/185864e4d8344684a68a5d68208aa5fc_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFsEFXNLUg/Tl-zamwZPAI/AAAAAAAACp8/chmqEdt_Y04/s320/185864e4d8344684a68a5d68208aa5fc_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caixa e exemplar oferecido aos jornalistas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;O filho de mil homens&lt;/i&gt;, depois de me ter ferido com a escrita de&lt;i&gt; a máquina de fazer espanhóis&lt;/i&gt;, é uma tentativa inequívoca de pensar em gente boa a ver se sou gente boa e se mudo as energias das sortes", afirmou Valter Hugo Mãe durante a apresentação aos jornalistas do seu novo romance, que decorreu hoje de manhã, na sala de âmbito cultural do El Corte Inglés.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O livro chega às livrarias no próximo dia 24, e é a grande aposta para a &lt;i&gt;rentrée&lt;/i&gt; da Alfaguara, do grupo Objectiva/Santilhana, dirigida em Portugal por Alexandre Vasconcelos e Sá e Clara Capitão. Para Valter Hugo Mãe é o início de um novo ciclo&amp;nbsp;na sua obra, depois da tetralogia composta pelos romances &lt;i&gt;o nosso reino&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;o remorso de baltazar serapião&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;o apocalipse dos trabalhadores&lt;/i&gt; e o já citado&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a máquina de fazer espanhóis&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"O Crisóstomo, que é todo esperto porque o inventei para ser todo esperto, ensinou-me muita coisa. Mas não é nada de complicado. Muito pelo contrário. Ensinou-me a simplificar. É o que mais quero, simplificar. Estou a dizer-vos que acho que escrevi um livro simples, e que espero, simplesmente, que gostem", acrescentou Valter Hugo Mãe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A leitura está reservada para o próximo fim-de-semana. Primeiras impressões a qualquer momento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: É verdade, &lt;i&gt;A volta do parafuso&lt;/i&gt; regressou. Por quanto tempo?&amp;nbsp;Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1404197161519079555?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1404197161519079555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/09/apresentacao-imprensa-de-o-filho-de-mil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1404197161519079555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1404197161519079555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/09/apresentacao-imprensa-de-o-filho-de-mil.html' title='Apresentação à imprensa de O filho de mil homens'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdfi8SNsmIg/Tl-zacExVJI/AAAAAAAACp4/Y-evy4YFSl8/s72-c/d7554c0fb60e419e85d9333258157488_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5986404021057265694</id><published>2011-05-15T14:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:54:41.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os melhores livros de não-ficção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Último dia da Feira do Livro de Lisboa, último debate. Hoje, domingo, 15, a partir das 17 e 30, no Auditório, vou moderar uma mesa-redonda sobre os melhores livros de não-ficção lançados entre as feiras. Com Irene Flunser Pimentel, Manuel Gusmão, Miguel Real e Nuno Crato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Depois, é aproveitar as derradeiras horas para comprar o que ficou por comprar. Até porque, a partir das 22, anunciou ontem a APEL, haverá uma excepcional "hora h". Livros com 50 por cento de desconto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5986404021057265694?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5986404021057265694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-melhores-livros-de-nao-ficcao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5986404021057265694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5986404021057265694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-melhores-livros-de-nao-ficcao.html' title='Os melhores livros de não-ficção'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-538634561982746392</id><published>2011-05-14T14:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:16:21.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida d'Escrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKA_UQuRGOM/Tc6AbwwDhRI/AAAAAAAACok/PN5NrlThTKI/s1600/lidia%2Bjorge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKA_UQuRGOM/Tc6AbwwDhRI/AAAAAAAACok/PN5NrlThTKI/s200/lidia%2Bjorge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606559800554128658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy3S-L2hb5M/Tc6Abl9e92I/AAAAAAAACoc/vdYOGnXqSzE/s200/m%25C3%25A1rio%2Bde%2Bcarvalho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606559797657663330" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9mt8URjOyc/Tc6Abi6Q4EI/AAAAAAAACoU/HnMH5oX7OaE/s200/mia%2Bcouto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606559796838850626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lídia Jorge, Mário de Carvalho e Mia Couto são os convidados do debate que vou moderar hoje, sábado, 14, na Feira do Livro de Lisboa. Uma conversa que tem como ponto de partida três obras recém lançadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Noite das Mulheres Cantoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O Homem do Turbante Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tradutor de Chuvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, um romance, uma antologia de contos e um volume de poemas, mas que também passará pela relação destes autores com a literatura. Ou não fossem as suas vidas feitas de letras e de muitos livros. Vida d'Escritas, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; partir das 17 e 30, na Praça Azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-538634561982746392?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/538634561982746392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/vidas-descrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/538634561982746392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/538634561982746392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/vidas-descrita.html' title='Vida d&apos;Escrita'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKA_UQuRGOM/Tc6AbwwDhRI/AAAAAAAACok/PN5NrlThTKI/s72-c/lidia%2Bjorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2934843757327189634</id><published>2011-05-14T14:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:04:12.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal i'/><title type='text'>Jornal i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6KH_f5Ycw8/Tc59V6XTbsI/AAAAAAAACoM/Pnhii1MeMMU/s1600/Jornali_13_A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6KH_f5Ycw8/Tc59V6XTbsI/AAAAAAAACoM/Pnhii1MeMMU/s200/Jornali_13_A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606556401520570050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1iTlkAWvT7w/Tc59VaHW-3I/AAAAAAAACoE/XnKpPkNY5yU/s200/Jornali_13_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606556392863759218" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjPZJr4lGIg/Tc59VZ4RhhI/AAAAAAAACn8/UVLtYiXOWis/s200/Jornali_13_C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606556392800486930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Este fim de semana, no suplemento Livros e Viagens (LiV), do &lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudos/home.html"&gt;Jornal i&lt;/a&gt;, textos sobre &lt;i&gt;Crime e Castigo no país dos brandos costumes&lt;/i&gt;, de Pedro Almeida Vieira, &lt;i&gt;O Olhar da Mente&lt;/i&gt;, de Oliver Sacks, e &lt;i&gt;O Senhor do Adeus&lt;/i&gt;, de João Manuel Serra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2934843757327189634?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2934843757327189634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/jornal-i_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2934843757327189634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2934843757327189634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/jornal-i_14.html' title='Jornal i'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6KH_f5Ycw8/Tc59V6XTbsI/AAAAAAAACoM/Pnhii1MeMMU/s72-c/Jornali_13_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2005913035666356513</id><published>2011-05-12T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:36.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel António Pina'/><title type='text'>Da rua para mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;«Não pensava que a minha obra fosse conhecida fora da minha rua», diz ele, o novo Prémio Camões, Manuel António Pina, à TSF. Para ouvir &lt;a href="http://www.tsf.pt/PaginaInicial/Vida/Interior.aspx?content_id=1850686"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2005913035666356513?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2005913035666356513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/da-rua-para-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2005913035666356513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2005913035666356513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/da-rua-para-mundo.html' title='Da rua para mundo'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8580655134166368035</id><published>2011-05-12T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:36.598+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel António Pina'/><title type='text'>MAP: novos livros no prelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1f3B7qsM7CI/Tcwm89nnU0I/AAAAAAAACn0/qsmGM7o3lf0/s1600/MAP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1f3B7qsM7CI/Tcwm89nnU0I/AAAAAAAACn0/qsmGM7o3lf0/s200/MAP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605898464944149314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois do Prémio Camões, os livros. E Manuel António Pina já tem dois no prelo, ambos na Assírio &amp;amp; Alvim, como dá conta o &lt;a href="www.jn.pt"&gt;Jornal de Notícias&lt;/a&gt;, onde foi jornalista e chefe de redacção. Uma antologia pessoal, intitulada &lt;i&gt;Poesia, Saudade da Prosa&lt;/i&gt;, e um novo volume de poemas. Para ler &lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/PaginaInicial/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=1850742"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8580655134166368035?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8580655134166368035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/map-novos-livros-no-prelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8580655134166368035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8580655134166368035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/map-novos-livros-no-prelo.html' title='MAP: novos livros no prelo'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1f3B7qsM7CI/Tcwm89nnU0I/AAAAAAAACn0/qsmGM7o3lf0/s72-c/MAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7409179360198742502</id><published>2011-05-12T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:35.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel António Pina'/><title type='text'>Posologia: sem limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEfHbC1l8I/TcwjJnlddWI/AAAAAAAACns/GRNvupuAFEE/s1600/Digitalizar0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEfHbC1l8I/TcwjJnlddWI/AAAAAAAACns/GRNvupuAFEE/s400/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605894284321322338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A receita é antiga, mas ainda assim actual. Eis o que o novo Prémio Camões receita ao seu amigo João Luís Barreto Guimarães e restantes animadores do blogue &lt;a href="http://poesiailimitada.blogspot.com/2006/12/receita-do-dr-manuel-antnio-pina.html"&gt;Poesia &amp;amp; Lda&lt;/a&gt;. E não vale a pena tentar mudar o receituário: o dr Manuel António Pina, nesta matéria, não autoriza o "fornecimento de genéricos". Na literatura, só o original cura.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7409179360198742502?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7409179360198742502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/posologia-sem-limite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7409179360198742502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7409179360198742502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/posologia-sem-limite.html' title='Posologia: sem limite'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEfHbC1l8I/TcwjJnlddWI/AAAAAAAACns/GRNvupuAFEE/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4566841392904395955</id><published>2011-05-12T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:36.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prémio Camões'/><title type='text'>E o Prémio Camões vai para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... Manuel António Pina. A decisão foi unânime, numa reunião muito rápida, de apenas 30 minutos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4566841392904395955?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4566841392904395955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-o-premio-camoes-vai-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4566841392904395955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4566841392904395955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-o-premio-camoes-vai-para.html' title='E o Prémio Camões vai para...'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2661805484638513248</id><published>2011-05-12T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:34:36.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QuetzalIsmail Kadaré&#xA;O Acidente'/><title type='text'>No retrovisor da História</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-VZHlMOSPI/Tcu8ZXIhevI/AAAAAAAACnk/eDBH-63-8aQ/s1600/Jornali_7_A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-VZHlMOSPI/Tcu8ZXIhevI/AAAAAAAACnk/eDBH-63-8aQ/s200/Jornali_7_A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605781305085229810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Este poderia ser um policial igual a tantos outros. “Um táxi despenhara-se por volta do quilómetro 17 da estrada que conduz ao aeroporto”, lê-se na sequência de abertura. “Os dois passageiros tinham morrido de imediato, enquanto o motorista, gravemente ferido, fora transportado em coma para o hospital”. Os ingredientes estão cá: um acidente sem motivo aparente (“o veículo não deixará o menor vestígio de travagem”) e um dado que não esclarece, só complica. Uma vez recuperado, o motorista diz que o despiste foi causado pelo que viu através do retrovisor. E o que viu? Um beijo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Philip Marlowe ou Pepe Carvalho, qual destes detectives não seria capaz de resolver tão rebuscado mistério? A abordagem de Ismail Kadaré, no entanto, é outra. Para o escritor albanês, o acidente é apenas um pretexto para falar de conflitos, relações de poder, reconstrução do passado e do papel que a ficção  desempenha nesse processo. É que o investigador encarregue de solucionar o “Caso do quilómetro 17” acaba por desistir da via factual. Ouvidas as testemunhas, reunidos os documentos e reconstituída a viagem, toma uma decisão: “Numa noite de fim de Verão, ele pôs-se verdadeiramente a imaginar”, diz o narrador. E, na segunda parte de “O Acidente”, lemos a história que o investigador criou a partir das muitas peças deste puzzle. Só assim, pensa, será possível explicar o que levou uma jovem e bela estagiária do Instituto Arqueológico de Vienna a aproximar-se de um velho e críptico analista do Conselho da Europa. Percebendo a relação que erguem e destroem, em paixões e rancores alternados, o investigador entenderá igualmente a história recente dos Balcãs Ocidentais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As feridas deixadas pela fragmentação da ex-Juguslávia e pelos regimes totalitários que aí impuseram a sua lei, e contra aos quais Kandaré se opôs, são fendas tão profundas como as que, aos poucos, vão separando este casal. No tribunal de Haia, a que Bessfort terá de comparecer, como na defesa do amor, a que Rovena se entrega, ou ainda como na curva da estrada que o taxista não vê, a descoberta da verdade afigura-se sempre uma tarefa impossível. Porque, conclui o investigador, “há diversas verdades, para além daquela que julgamos ver. Não as conhecemos. Não podemos. Talvez sejam invisíveis”. Visto através do retrovisor, o passado é um enigma que só a literatura pode desvendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Texto publicado no Jornal i, a 9 de Abril de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2661805484638513248?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2661805484638513248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-retrovisor-da-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2661805484638513248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2661805484638513248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-retrovisor-da-historia.html' title='No retrovisor da História'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-VZHlMOSPI/Tcu8ZXIhevI/AAAAAAAACnk/eDBH-63-8aQ/s72-c/Jornali_7_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8049290074889090327</id><published>2011-05-07T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:55:34.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal i'/><title type='text'>Jornal i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruAy0sluav8/TcUy4NH-MAI/AAAAAAAACnc/ptKljTS2tFI/s1600/Jornali_12_A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruAy0sluav8/TcUy4NH-MAI/AAAAAAAACnc/ptKljTS2tFI/s200/Jornali_12_A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603941252509609986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yB4n7aptz_k/TcUy33OZL2I/AAAAAAAACnU/1AaNLffuy0E/s200/Jornali_12_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603941246630965090" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GvB0Dhy340/TcUy3_4CFkI/AAAAAAAACnM/c8FhK7_9PTQ/s200/Jornali_12_C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603941248953095746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana, no suplemento Livros e Viagens (LiV), do &lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudos/home.html"&gt;Jornal i&lt;/a&gt;, textos sobre &lt;i&gt;Caminhar no Gelo&lt;/i&gt;, de Werner Herzog, &lt;i&gt;Quanta, Quanta Guerra&lt;/i&gt;, de Mercé Rodoreda, e&lt;i&gt; Cartas Astrológicas&lt;/i&gt;, de Fernando Pessoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8049290074889090327?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8049290074889090327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/jornal-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8049290074889090327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8049290074889090327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/jornal-i.html' title='Jornal i'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruAy0sluav8/TcUy4NH-MAI/AAAAAAAACnc/ptKljTS2tFI/s72-c/Jornali_12_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-6207977138279689785</id><published>2011-05-02T17:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:48:56.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal i'/><title type='text'>Sugestões de leitura para Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No coração do convento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Poetisa, romancista e co-autora de uma das obras mais emblemáticas da Literatura Portuguesa (“Novas Cartas Portuguesas”), Maria Teresa Horta publica agora aquele que será sem dúvida o seu grande livro: “As Luzes de Leonor”, uma biografia romanceada de Leonor de Almeida Portugal, neta dos marqueses de Távora e sua quinta bisavó. Ao longo de mil páginas, Teresa Horta mistura vários registos e géneros literários, da poesia ao diário, da ficção à história, para fazer sobressair esta figura única que, em 1758, foi enclausurada no Convento de S. Félix juntamente com a mãe e irmã. Tinha apenas oito anos quando o futuro marquês de Pombal traçou o seu destino e só saiu aos 27. Mas nessa altura já Portugal se agitava com o que se dizia da sua beleza e com a qualidade da sua poesia. Um romance no coração do convento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS LUZES DE LEONOR&lt;br /&gt;Maria Teresa Horta&lt;br /&gt;Dom Quixote&lt;br /&gt;29 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tX4FBPQOw/Tb7fhICwAdI/AAAAAAAACmc/ppEbn6HsDKw/s1600/Jornali_10_B.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tX4FBPQOw/Tb7fhICwAdI/AAAAAAAACmc/ppEbn6HsDKw/s200/Jornali_10_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602160746683171282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Todas as revoluções têm uma geografia própria, feita de lugares que mitificam as suas vitórias e ampliam o seu impacto social e político. Na recente revolução do Egipto, esse estatuto foi assumido por uma praça, para onde convergiram milhares de egípcios que reclamavam reformas no país e a demissão do presidente Mubarak, o que veio a acontecer depois de 18 dias de manifestação contínuas. É essa vontade de mudança que Alexandra Lucas Coelho capta, no epicentro da revolução: a Praça Tahrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;TAHRIR – OS DIAS DA REVOLUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Alexandra Lucas Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tinta-da-China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuEHWNhzgLU/Tb7fqFhQ_uI/AAAAAAAACmk/-aOdaHHHseM/s1600/Jornali_10_C.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuEHWNhzgLU/Tb7fqFhQ_uI/AAAAAAAACmk/-aOdaHHHseM/s200/Jornali_10_C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602160900624678626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas habituais previsões antes do anúncio do vencedor, “C”, do inglês Tom McCarthy, era tido como o grande favorito no Man Booker Prize de 2010. Mas o prémio não foi parar às suas mãos, o que reforça a ideia dos prognósticos só serem certeiros no fim do jogo. Fica, no entanto, o mais importante: a obra. E não é pouco. “C” é um extraordinário romance sobre a arte da comunicação, que Serge Carrefax aprenderá a dominar desde os tempos do telégrafo aos códigos secretos da Primeira Guerra Mundial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tom McCarthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivek9xDDuDA/Tb7f16Jr1dI/AAAAAAAACms/c3-NKoS4AdM/s1600/Jornali_10_G.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivek9xDDuDA/Tb7f16Jr1dI/AAAAAAAACms/c3-NKoS4AdM/s200/Jornali_10_G.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161103731414482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É o caminho que faz a viagem, não o destino. Esta talvez não seja uma máxima partilhada por todos os viajantes, mas é a que distingue Paul Theroux, que tem percorrido os quatro cantos do mundo recorrendo quase sempre a transportes terrestres. Um dia, saiu de casa, nos EUA, e só parou na Patagónia, no extremo da América do Sul. Em “O Grande Bazar Ferroviário” conta-nos como atravessou a Europa e a Ásia de comboio, a bordo do Expresso do Oriente, Transiberiano, Expresso da Meia Noite e Flecha de Ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O GRANDE BAZAR FERROVIÁRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Paul Theroux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quetzal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;6 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcUS8Rb1m4I/Tb7gFI-kD0I/AAAAAAAACm0/meElkW7BhuA/s1600/Jornali_10_D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcUS8Rb1m4I/Tb7gFI-kD0I/AAAAAAAACm0/meElkW7BhuA/s200/Jornali_10_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161365409337154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Este livro não tem brandos costumes. Nem nós”. Eis como Rui Cardoso Martins apresenta o primeiro de dois volumes sobre o crime e o castigo na História de Portugal. E não se trata de uma conclusão apressada. É a que se impõe após a leitura destes episódios que desfazem o mito do país sereno à beira-mar plantado. Em Portugal, como em qualquer país, existe violência, mesmo quando é escondida. Pedro Almeida Vieira revela-a, citando processos judiciais, artigos de imprensa e memórias populares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;CRIME E CASTIGO NO PAÍS DOS BRANDOS COSTUMES&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Almeida Vieira&lt;br /&gt;Planeta&lt;br /&gt;9 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2g9vJ01SPE/Tb7gFvGj5ZI/AAAAAAAACm8/L6JhTz_oYnk/s1600/Jornali_10_E.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2g9vJ01SPE/Tb7gFvGj5ZI/AAAAAAAACm8/L6JhTz_oYnk/s200/Jornali_10_E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161375643428242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;África é uma das grandes paixões de Tim Butcher, à qual tem dedicado grande parte da sua vida. Na origem desta atracção estão as histórias de exploradores destemidos que a mãe lhe contava quando era criança. E foi com igual coragem que Butcher atravessou o “caminho da morte”: a Serra Leoa e a Libéria. A reportagem que nos deixa em “À Caça do Diabo” é uma viagem pela violência que assola esses países e pelas aventuras de outros escritores que por ali andaram, em particular Graham Greene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À CAÇA DO DIABO&lt;br /&gt;Tim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand&lt;br /&gt;13 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HQYlrsmH1w/Tb7gF8ZCteI/AAAAAAAACnE/yfst0cj9-88/s1600/Jornali_10_F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HQYlrsmH1w/Tb7gF8ZCteI/AAAAAAAACnE/yfst0cj9-88/s200/Jornali_10_F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161379210606050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubravka Ugresic é uma das mais importantes escritoras nascida na antiga Jugoslávia. Publicado em 1998, “Museu da Rendição Incondicional” é um livro de difícil classificação, na medida em que é feito de fragmentos. A vida no exílio é o fio condutor das personagens que vão sendo convocadas pela escritora em pequenos contos, excertos de diários, biografias de artistas, descrições de cidade e memórias de outros tempos, que não esquecem o Holocasto e a guerra civil que dividiu os Balcãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSEU DA RENDIÇÃO INCONDICIONAL&lt;br /&gt;Dubravka Ugresic&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo de Ferro&lt;br /&gt;23 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto publicado no Jornal i, de 26 de Abril de 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-6207977138279689785?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/6207977138279689785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/sugestoes-de-leitura-para-maio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6207977138279689785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6207977138279689785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/sugestoes-de-leitura-para-maio.html' title='Sugestões de leitura para Maio'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_tX4FBPQOw/Tb7fhICwAdI/AAAAAAAACmc/ppEbn6HsDKw/s72-c/Jornali_10_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-581499990157572364</id><published>2011-05-02T11:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:34:24.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avisos'/><title type='text'>Do sprint final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que, para um maratonista, os últimos quilómetros são os mais difíceis. Que as dores são inimagináveis, que não se pensa em mais nada, só na meta, que se continua a correr mesmo quando o corpo já não reage. Eu, que nunca fui além dos 10 mil metros, não o posso confirmar, só dizer que na semana passada terei andado perto dessas sensações. Muito trabalho, prazos apertados e uma constipação pelo meio. E, no entanto, não podia parar. Este blogue foi vítima do &lt;i&gt;sprint final&lt;/i&gt;, com pouquíssimas actualizações. Hoje, recomeço uma nova vida. E os posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-581499990157572364?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/581499990157572364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-sprint-final.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/581499990157572364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/581499990157572364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-sprint-final.html' title='Do sprint final'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7786876424848820657</id><published>2011-04-23T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:46:03.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal i'/><title type='text'>Jornal i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeDXdc3XER8/Tb6KRjnDbjI/AAAAAAAACmU/fhV3Jg364CI/s1600/Jornali_9_A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeDXdc3XER8/Tb6KRjnDbjI/AAAAAAAACmU/fhV3Jg364CI/s200/Jornali_9_A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602067020716928562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7_-tijkn48/Tb6KRZLH89I/AAAAAAAACmE/eKMQyEp29rU/s200/Jornali_9_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602067017915429842" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-i3vwLiUE4/Tb6KRegAcxI/AAAAAAAACmM/5rhwJnFsp0g/s200/Jornali_9_C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602067019345195794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana, no &lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudos/home.html"&gt;Jornal i&lt;/a&gt;, integrados no suplemento Livros e Viagens (LiV), textos sobre &lt;i&gt;Liberdade&lt;/i&gt;, de Jonathan Franzen, &lt;i&gt;Contos Reunidos&lt;/i&gt;, de Felisberto Hernández, &lt;i&gt;Khan Al-Jhalili&lt;/i&gt;, de Naguib Mahfouz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7786876424848820657?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7786876424848820657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jornal-i_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7786876424848820657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7786876424848820657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jornal-i_23.html' title='Jornal i'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeDXdc3XER8/Tb6KRjnDbjI/AAAAAAAACmU/fhV3Jg364CI/s72-c/Jornali_9_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7459127274645285317</id><published>2011-04-20T13:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:56:38.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JL'/><title type='text'>JL 1058</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cG9VnHV7o/Ta7TNl1bOZI/AAAAAAAAClk/ICW9SKK6LqY/s1600/JL1058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cG9VnHV7o/Ta7TNl1bOZI/AAAAAAAAClk/ICW9SKK6LqY/s400/JL1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597643617316059538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje nas bancas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7459127274645285317?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7459127274645285317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jl-1058.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7459127274645285317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7459127274645285317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jl-1058.html' title='JL 1058'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9cG9VnHV7o/Ta7TNl1bOZI/AAAAAAAAClk/ICW9SKK6LqY/s72-c/JL1058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8062968699840273729</id><published>2011-04-19T15:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:10:37.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/19/908.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/19/s_908.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certa altura da viagem iniciamos sempre o regresso a casa. O meu começa agora, a caminho de outros compromissos profissionais. Tenho pena de deixar mais cedo o LeV e não acompanhar as duas últimas mesas do encontro, dedicadas aos temas O futuro é uma viagem da memória, com António Jorge Gonçalves, CSRichardson, Henrique Fialho, Richard Zimler, Teresa Lopes Vieira e Alberto Serra (às 15); e Viajar é descobrir que todo o mundo se equivoca, com J. Rentes de Carvalho, Mário Delgado Aparaín, Reif Larsen, Valter Hugo Nãe e Alexandre Quintanilha (às 17). Regresso a Lisboa. Até ao próximo serviço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8062968699840273729?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8062968699840273729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9945.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8062968699840273729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8062968699840273729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9945.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8259402858147152618</id><published>2011-04-19T09:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnqSiU7jbw/Ta1D8oLnsZI/AAAAAAAAClc/9yffItlYs6M/s1600/3fe2c343da3340d099c34eb0abedb264_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnqSiU7jbw/Ta1D8oLnsZI/AAAAAAAAClc/9yffItlYs6M/s400/3fe2c343da3340d099c34eb0abedb264_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597204620748763538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afonso Cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8259402858147152618?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8259402858147152618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_894.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8259402858147152618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8259402858147152618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_894.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnqSiU7jbw/Ta1D8oLnsZI/AAAAAAAAClc/9yffItlYs6M/s72-c/3fe2c343da3340d099c34eb0abedb264_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2282118045762622622</id><published>2011-04-19T09:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.228+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLyDTLCDU/Ta1D0fVlsVI/AAAAAAAAClU/O_HFpFmjZAk/s1600/1fa76efc624c43ff9a1aa1af28d9cd64_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLyDTLCDU/Ta1D0fVlsVI/AAAAAAAAClU/O_HFpFmjZAk/s400/1fa76efc624c43ff9a1aa1af28d9cd64_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597204480935702866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;André Gago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2282118045762622622?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2282118045762622622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3862.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2282118045762622622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2282118045762622622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3862.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLyDTLCDU/Ta1D0fVlsVI/AAAAAAAAClU/O_HFpFmjZAk/s72-c/1fa76efc624c43ff9a1aa1af28d9cd64_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8339885559580452173</id><published>2011-04-19T09:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do Lev</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTdLT2ZXEC8/Ta1Dr0-H0vI/AAAAAAAAClM/OcW-zEft_Lo/s1600/44fdcc8a99ac4d3db90f8fe9598f0c2e_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTdLT2ZXEC8/Ta1Dr0-H0vI/AAAAAAAAClM/OcW-zEft_Lo/s400/44fdcc8a99ac4d3db90f8fe9598f0c2e_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597204332124033778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;António Jorge Gonçalves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8339885559580452173?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8339885559580452173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6753.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8339885559580452173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8339885559580452173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6753.html' title='Diário do Lev'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTdLT2ZXEC8/Ta1Dr0-H0vI/AAAAAAAAClM/OcW-zEft_Lo/s72-c/44fdcc8a99ac4d3db90f8fe9598f0c2e_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4982546599186051846</id><published>2011-04-19T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:11:02.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpw6uYsALsk/Ta1DZ9QhItI/AAAAAAAAClE/sxM30d3qMd4/s1600/fa48bdb0398c4619919ee6eb4f778bdd_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpw6uYsALsk/Ta1DZ9QhItI/AAAAAAAAClE/sxM30d3qMd4/s400/fa48bdb0398c4619919ee6eb4f778bdd_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597204025111028434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Subways - A viagem de António Jorge Gonçalves por dez linhas de metro do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4982546599186051846?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4982546599186051846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5894.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4982546599186051846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4982546599186051846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5894.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpw6uYsALsk/Ta1DZ9QhItI/AAAAAAAAClE/sxM30d3qMd4/s72-c/fa48bdb0398c4619919ee6eb4f778bdd_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8286048155168128547</id><published>2011-04-19T08:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:09:54.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ16IU_5XhQ/Ta0_SZyl1vI/AAAAAAAACk8/ssDwVnuBAlQ/s1600/c8b531469e05400fb7efddcbc056cd5a_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ16IU_5XhQ/Ta0_SZyl1vI/AAAAAAAACk8/ssDwVnuBAlQ/s400/c8b531469e05400fb7efddcbc056cd5a_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597199497284671218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É para mesas como esta que os leitores vão a festivais literários. Experiências pessoais, histórias, episódios, poesia e polémica. A Mesa 6 do LeV, dedicada ao tema &lt;i&gt;África: uma viagem por começar&lt;/i&gt;, teve tudo isto. Terminou com uma extraordinária intervenção de Ondjaki sobre o esquecimento e o desrespeito do Outro pelas tradições africanas. Se o intenso aplauso da plateia impressionou os presentes, mais sensibilizados ficaram quando um leitor pediu a palavra e disse que tinha algo que gostava que o escritor angolano devolvesse ao seu país: um opúsculo de Agostinho Neto, publicado na Póvoa de Varzim, defendendo a libertação dos povos africanos. Foi a chave de ouro numa sessão em que se ouviu ainda Mohammed Berrada falar de África como um inconsciente que o acompanha para todo o lado, ele que nasceu em Marrocos, e Afonso Cruz a relatar as suas muitas andanças pelo mundo. A polémica surgiu mais no fim, quando Joaquim Magalhães de Castro falou de descobrimentos e escravatura. O escritor de viagens, no entanto, deixou a ideia: "Somos todos fruto de um passado, do qual nem sempre somos responsáveis, e de um encontro. De outra forma não estaríamos aqui".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Graças à simpatia da Maria João Costa, da &lt;a href="http://www.rr.pt/informacao_seccao.aspx?fid=96"&gt;RR&lt;/a&gt;, também a cobrir o encontro, conseguimos uma gravação audio de algumas intervenções, que transcreveremos assim que possível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8286048155168128547?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8286048155168128547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2804175813476298434</id><published>2011-04-18T17:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>Programa do dia: 17 e 45, Mesa 6 - África: uma viagem por começar, com Afonso Cruz, Joaquim Magalhães de Castro, Ondjaki, Mohammed Berrada, Tessa Loo e Marcelo Correia Ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2804175813476298434?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2804175813476298434/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3177355083835624105</id><published>2011-04-18T17:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/1634.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_1634.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lançamento dos livros Os monstrinhos da roupa suja, o primeiro livro de roupa suja, e No mundo das maravilhas, de Joaquim Magalhães de Castro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4074049116354411336</id><published>2011-04-18T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:53:33.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1YRb5sev5Q/TaxeX_kDX0I/AAAAAAAACk0/rXlgQ0eDu0o/s1600/Ricardo%2BAdolfo"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" 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type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-aHpinmvrA/TaxeBYsd3KI/AAAAAAAACks/6dee7j3Fzp8/s1600/91938b46bffb403990fd355edb9ef897_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-aHpinmvrA/TaxeBYsd3KI/AAAAAAAACks/6dee7j3Fzp8/s400/91938b46bffb403990fd355edb9ef897_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596951814816521378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joaquim Magalhães de Castro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7628854317678712464?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da Mesa 5 do LeV, uma imagem apenas. Início de tarde a enviar textos para a redacção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-6465024913342698221?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/6465024913342698221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5868.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6465024913342698221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6465024913342698221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5868.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PTK2Wh-YWo/TaxczPTxyRI/AAAAAAAACkk/vZftV0onSzY/s72-c/mesa5' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8219451432310442301</id><published>2011-04-18T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:34:02.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Programa do dia: 15 e 30 - Mesa 5 - Onde começa a memória e acaba a viagem?, com Hubert Haddad, Luís Amorim de Sousa, Karla Suárez e Ricardo Adolfo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8219451432310442301?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8219451432310442301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5907.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8219451432310442301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8219451432310442301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5907.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-529685890658318124</id><published>2011-04-18T14:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:15:28.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/885.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_885.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhã de trabalho na Biblioteca Florbela Espanca. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScZpG1Zh_Io/TauSrpDJz6I/AAAAAAAACj0/Gb9-y8YsB40/s400/Leonardo%2BPadura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596728240389083042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leonardo Padura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4844319544797536461?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4844319544797536461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9284.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4844319544797536461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4844319544797536461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9284.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScZpG1Zh_Io/TauSrpDJz6I/AAAAAAAACj0/Gb9-y8YsB40/s72-c/Leonardo%2BPadura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3409197328167692630</id><published>2011-04-18T02:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm-KHcIh_wo/TauSeJ7UjjI/AAAAAAAACjs/F3pzWor-1tU/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2BTordo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm-KHcIh_wo/TauSeJ7UjjI/AAAAAAAACjs/F3pzWor-1tU/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2BTordo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596728008696434226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;João Tordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3409197328167692630?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3409197328167692630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5835.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3409197328167692630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3409197328167692630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5835.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm-KHcIh_wo/TauSeJ7UjjI/AAAAAAAACjs/F3pzWor-1tU/s72-c/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2BTordo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-9100126437557698283</id><published>2011-04-18T02:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.181+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rlb8tDhLA/TauSKLx6DyI/AAAAAAAACjk/m-l0xsj-03I/s1600/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BMaria%2BAbecassis%2BSoares.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rlb8tDhLA/TauSKLx6DyI/AAAAAAAACjk/m-l0xsj-03I/s400/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BMaria%2BAbecassis%2BSoares.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727665596436258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;José Maria Abecasis Soares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-9100126437557698283?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/9100126437557698283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_2491.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/9100126437557698283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/9100126437557698283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_2491.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8rlb8tDhLA/TauSKLx6DyI/AAAAAAAACjk/m-l0xsj-03I/s72-c/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BMaria%2BAbecassis%2BSoares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2813648344936877016</id><published>2011-04-18T02:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q5qY4ys0zk/TauR58V-qwI/AAAAAAAACjc/RnN7zLQRmKQ/s1600/8b171f1e441945c79b5deb473c54d1a1_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q5qY4ys0zk/TauR58V-qwI/AAAAAAAACjc/RnN7zLQRmKQ/s400/8b171f1e441945c79b5deb473c54d1a1_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727386574859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viagens e destinos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2813648344936877016?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2813648344936877016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2813648344936877016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2813648344936877016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_18.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q5qY4ys0zk/TauR58V-qwI/AAAAAAAACjc/RnN7zLQRmKQ/s72-c/8b171f1e441945c79b5deb473c54d1a1_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2663255759550648718</id><published>2011-04-17T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.189+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMLKrIVirfw/TauQn1k3DFI/AAAAAAAACi8/BoHzD8DmDgs/s1600/a92235f40cbf4e948f1cc9c037a36484_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMLKrIVirfw/TauQn1k3DFI/AAAAAAAACi8/BoHzD8DmDgs/s400/a92235f40cbf4e948f1cc9c037a36484_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596725976008952914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidades e ficções na quarta mesa, com Laurent Binet, Luis Sepúlveda, Carlos da Veiga Ferreira, Miguel Miranda, João Tordo e Filipa Leal. Crónica assim que possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2663255759550648718?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2663255759550648718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6732.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2663255759550648718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2663255759550648718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6732.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMLKrIVirfw/TauQn1k3DFI/AAAAAAAACi8/BoHzD8DmDgs/s72-c/a92235f40cbf4e948f1cc9c037a36484_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4766441908392228286</id><published>2011-04-17T18:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qct2_CXpNrM/TauQzF7nL3I/AAAAAAAACjE/A0eKGoWDsPk/s1600/ccf65ac67b714177aaae8a4407190650_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qct2_CXpNrM/TauQzF7nL3I/AAAAAAAACjE/A0eKGoWDsPk/s400/ccf65ac67b714177aaae8a4407190650_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596726169377910642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lançamento dos livros O homens que gostava de cães, de Leonardo Padura, e HHhH, de Laurent Binet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4766441908392228286?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4766441908392228286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4490.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4766441908392228286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4766441908392228286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4490.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qct2_CXpNrM/TauQzF7nL3I/AAAAAAAACjE/A0eKGoWDsPk/s72-c/ccf65ac67b714177aaae8a4407190650_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8709235840488493143</id><published>2011-04-17T18:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:00:51.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddoLSHIT65Y/TascpkO7vuI/AAAAAAAACi0/FuZd8Pzi7ns/s1600/Lev.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddoLSHIT65Y/TascpkO7vuI/AAAAAAAACi0/FuZd8Pzi7ns/s400/Lev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598462364499682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;Descrições sumárias ou entrar no detalhe? Quando se fala de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Livros com História dentro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;, tema da terceira mesa do LeV, é esta dúvida que André Gago coloca. E que esteve presente no seu último romance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rio Homem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;. Ao abordar a Guerra Civil Espanhola, o actor e escritor confrontou-se com as muitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;nuances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt; que a História tem. “É preciso ir além da visão-pronta-a-digerir que às vezes nos apresentam”, defendeu, “e sobretudo não dar de barato que as pessoas sabem o que se passou”. A sua opção, assim, foi ser o mais concreto e minucioso, envolvendo as peripécias de Rolegio com os dados, factos e acontecimentos que caracterizam o conflito espanhol. Porque, na sua opinião, “esquecer é muito mais simples do que recordar”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Autor de vários romances históricos, Pedro Almeida Vieira também defedeu a História – e o Passado – como um meio para entender o presente. Até porque não vê  facilidades naquele género literário. “Um autor que escreve sobre o passado não tem rede, tem obstáculos. Não é uma corrida de 100 metros, são 110 metros com barreiras”. É certo que a investigação ajuda, mas o mais importante para o autor de A corja maldita é “ter um pé no presente”. Os seus livros são, por isso, histórias com passado presente. Viagens espaciais e temporais à natureza humana onde o leitor pode encontrar-se e, através do passado, perspectivar o futuro. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prova desta perspectiva é o romance de Teolinda Gersão. Em &lt;i&gt;As cidades de Ulisses&lt;/i&gt;, a escritora recordou mal do passado, mostrando como são presentes. A corrupção, que vem do tempo de D. Manuel, que chamou a si os negócios dos mercadores do reino, ou dos anos 80, retratados no romance. Um discurso político com um objectivo: “Promover, através da literatura, uma mudança de mentalidades”. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;Neste emaranhado de questões, o cubano Leonardo Padura propôs uma organização conceptual. Há livros de História, que a tomam como matéria fundamental; livros que contam histórias reais, muitas vezes em forma de romance; livros usam a história como parte do argumento, como os romances históricos; e os livros que contam histórias intencionalmente esquecidas. É o caso do seu último romance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O homem que gostava de cães&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;, sobre o assassinato de Trosky. Perante a dificuldade de se ter acesso a todos os documentos que interessariam para reconstituir o plano que Estaline montou para apagar do mapa o seu inimigo número 1 – com uma noção muito lúcida da História, ele mandou destruir documentos à medida que os ia produzindo -, Padura lembrou o dilema do escritor: “Os livros de História partem de um pressuposto: é possível saber o que aconteceu. Mas essa ideia nem sempre se cumpre”. E rematou: “No jogo da história, não usamos todas as cartas do baralho. Só as que temos na mão”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8709235840488493143?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8709235840488493143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_1518.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8709235840488493143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8709235840488493143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_1518.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddoLSHIT65Y/TascpkO7vuI/AAAAAAAACi0/FuZd8Pzi7ns/s72-c/Lev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-766201159633381115</id><published>2011-04-17T16:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>"Em relação ao Diabo, Deus tem uma grande desvantagem", diz Pedro Almeida Vieira, "É que, sendo omnipresente, não consegue viajar". Uma desgraça divina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-766201159633381115?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/766201159633381115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4694.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/766201159633381115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/766201159633381115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4694.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-6912538301523439801</id><published>2011-04-17T16:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2tvmWsJop8/TauRKRB4UhI/AAAAAAAACjM/aha8lHBFBPE/s1600/51a4b8fd950946d7a29ddebba3230243_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2tvmWsJop8/TauRKRB4UhI/AAAAAAAACjM/aha8lHBFBPE/s400/51a4b8fd950946d7a29ddebba3230243_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596726567493980690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentação dos livros Até ao fim - a última operacão, de António Vasconcelos Raposo, A cidade de Ulisses, de Teolinda Gersão, e O profeta do castigo divino, de Pedro Almeida Vieira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-6912538301523439801?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/6912538301523439801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5569.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6912538301523439801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/6912538301523439801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5569.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2tvmWsJop8/TauRKRB4UhI/AAAAAAAACjM/aha8lHBFBPE/s72-c/51a4b8fd950946d7a29ddebba3230243_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2350902082667117057</id><published>2011-04-17T15:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ3IxNvjRkY/TauRWa9IlvI/AAAAAAAACjU/646q2wGv79o/s1600/75c6e808dd0e467cb0f25e80d5c88b96_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ3IxNvjRkY/TauRWa9IlvI/AAAAAAAACjU/646q2wGv79o/s400/75c6e808dd0e467cb0f25e80d5c88b96_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596726776316860146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentação do primeiro livro de Rui Zink, Hotel Lusitânia, reeditado agora na Planeta, 25 anos depois da sua publicação inicial. Um lançamento e uma homenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2350902082667117057?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2350902082667117057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/apresentacao-do-primeiro-livro-de-rui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2350902082667117057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2350902082667117057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/apresentacao-do-primeiro-livro-de-rui.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ3IxNvjRkY/TauRWa9IlvI/AAAAAAAACjU/646q2wGv79o/s72-c/75c6e808dd0e467cb0f25e80d5c88b96_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5362955621183228016</id><published>2011-04-17T15:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/17/1058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/17/s_1058.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almoço na casa de chá Boa Nova, em Leça da Palmeira, na companhia do 'traço' de Siza Vieira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5362955621183228016?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5362955621183228016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4347.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5362955621183228016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5362955621183228016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4347.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8302669431714363106</id><published>2011-04-17T11:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:41:47.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vQJmgWITlvI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi com esta música que Carlos da Veiga Ferreira anunciou a amigos e editores que estava de regresso à edição, depois de ter saído da LeYa. Como lembrou nas Correntes d'Escritas, "os editores, ao contrário dos cavalos, não se abatem". E a Teodolito está aí para o provar. A editora arranca em Outubro, mas o primeiro livro sai já a 23 de abril, no Dia Mundial do Livro, no âmbito da colaboração que Carlos da Veiga Ferreira mantém há muitos anos com a Fnac para a edição de um volume de contos, este ano com histórias de Afonso Cruz, Dulce Maria Cardoso, Ondjaki, Onésimo Teotónio de Almeida e Ricardo Adolfo. Que bom é tê-lo de volta, Carlos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8302669431714363106?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8302669431714363106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3799.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8302669431714363106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8302669431714363106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3799.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vQJmgWITlvI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2533043060522087792</id><published>2011-04-17T02:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaXdR50nYYA/TapGs7UN-CI/AAAAAAAACis/FPq0xCwn5oE/s1600/ba63206485444b1e901d5ee8c112ca2b_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaXdR50nYYA/TapGs7UN-CI/AAAAAAAACis/FPq0xCwn5oE/s400/ba63206485444b1e901d5ee8c112ca2b_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596363224611944482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites longas: José Luís Peixoto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2533043060522087792?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2533043060522087792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_796.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2533043060522087792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2533043060522087792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_796.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FaXdR50nYYA/TapGs7UN-CI/AAAAAAAACis/FPq0xCwn5oE/s72-c/ba63206485444b1e901d5ee8c112ca2b_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1332395261721716752</id><published>2011-04-17T02:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOj_v7ePaQg/TapGYP5RlzI/AAAAAAAACik/GhT5ww5yj7o/s1600/e73a8ca01b094da2ae48ec6998f4ddff_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOj_v7ePaQg/TapGYP5RlzI/AAAAAAAACik/GhT5ww5yj7o/s400/e73a8ca01b094da2ae48ec6998f4ddff_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362869358827314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites longas: Isabel Castro Henriques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1332395261721716752?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1332395261721716752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4906.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1332395261721716752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1332395261721716752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4906.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOj_v7ePaQg/TapGYP5RlzI/AAAAAAAACik/GhT5ww5yj7o/s72-c/e73a8ca01b094da2ae48ec6998f4ddff_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-109712759601643512</id><published>2011-04-17T02:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8qe6FGeMIM/TapGBAEoYOI/AAAAAAAACic/zhLE_IqU2JA/s1600/7aee265bb0bf48f7a7c1ade6b0676e2f_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8qe6FGeMIM/TapGBAEoYOI/AAAAAAAACic/zhLE_IqU2JA/s400/7aee265bb0bf48f7a7c1ade6b0676e2f_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362469974499554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites longas: Mario Delgado Aparaín.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-109712759601643512?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/109712759601643512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_7575.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/109712759601643512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/109712759601643512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_7575.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8qe6FGeMIM/TapGBAEoYOI/AAAAAAAACic/zhLE_IqU2JA/s72-c/7aee265bb0bf48f7a7c1ade6b0676e2f_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-615508067593908047</id><published>2011-04-17T02:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>DIário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pKN7Je2JnY/TapFx6klgrI/AAAAAAAACiU/1-tP_Ppocy8/s1600/65ec3cb234264428b7066db343378dc5_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pKN7Je2JnY/TapFx6klgrI/AAAAAAAACiU/1-tP_Ppocy8/s400/65ec3cb234264428b7066db343378dc5_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596362210799878834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites longas: Pedro Almeida Vieira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-615508067593908047?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/615508067593908047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_2193.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/615508067593908047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/615508067593908047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_2193.html' title='DIário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pKN7Je2JnY/TapFx6klgrI/AAAAAAAACiU/1-tP_Ppocy8/s72-c/65ec3cb234264428b7066db343378dc5_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4996001550076844011</id><published>2011-04-17T02:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:39:41.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JROqjQ0u5k/TapDaqCbGBI/AAAAAAAACiE/InpZZNujwnI/s1600/63cb936987fc4dc59852af85fbecf1ca_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JROqjQ0u5k/TapDaqCbGBI/AAAAAAAACiE/InpZZNujwnI/s400/63cb936987fc4dc59852af85fbecf1ca_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359612201375762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O programa cultural do primeiro dia do LeV fechou com o lançamento do novo romance de João Lopes Marques, &lt;i&gt;Iberiana&lt;/i&gt;, que incluiu a projecção da curta-metragem realizada por Filipe Araújo a partir do livro. Um olhar cruzado sobre as Ibérias da Europa: a de Portugal e Espanha e a do Cáucaso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4996001550076844011?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4996001550076844011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_479.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4996001550076844011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4996001550076844011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_479.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JROqjQ0u5k/TapDaqCbGBI/AAAAAAAACiE/InpZZNujwnI/s72-c/63cb936987fc4dc59852af85fbecf1ca_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-5009620223327760727</id><published>2011-04-17T02:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba2Q8e6o2nE/TapCj22p_yI/AAAAAAAACh8/6-ACoZkr4fs/s1600/LeV6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba2Q8e6o2nE/TapCj22p_yI/AAAAAAAACh8/6-ACoZkr4fs/s400/LeV6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596358670748876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conferências sobre literatura, feiras com descontos. A viagem dos livros em Matosinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-5009620223327760727?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/5009620223327760727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_1451.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5009620223327760727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/5009620223327760727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_1451.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba2Q8e6o2nE/TapCj22p_yI/AAAAAAAACh8/6-ACoZkr4fs/s72-c/LeV6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-1816629086373408205</id><published>2011-04-17T02:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsegD2X_9k/TapBRwb7p0I/AAAAAAAACh0/vkIi6KMfE2w/s1600/27dcec6a6c76442f828ff04e69d61e24_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsegD2X_9k/TapBRwb7p0I/AAAAAAAACh0/vkIi6KMfE2w/s400/27dcec6a6c76442f828ff04e69d61e24_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596357260276901698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje a imagem da Mesa 2, amanhã a crónica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-1816629086373408205?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/1816629086373408205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1816629086373408205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/1816629086373408205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_17.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdsegD2X_9k/TapBRwb7p0I/AAAAAAAACh0/vkIi6KMfE2w/s72-c/27dcec6a6c76442f828ff04e69d61e24_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8783615205449321154</id><published>2011-04-16T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:24:01.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Programa do dia: 18 e 30, Mesa 2 - Encontro-me a mim próprio viajando, com Joel Neto, José Abecassis Soares, Eduardo Sacheri, José Luís Peixoto, Gonçalo M. Tavares e Vítor Quelhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8783615205449321154?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8783615205449321154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9394.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8783615205449321154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8783615205449321154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_9394.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8614339827411117660</id><published>2011-04-16T18:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:33:31.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv7KzCgsLiU/TanOl7Oie_I/AAAAAAAAChE/lYV9PKPJ-S0/s1600/Lev_Mesa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv7KzCgsLiU/TanOl7Oie_I/AAAAAAAAChE/lYV9PKPJ-S0/s400/Lev_Mesa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596231162933705714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.25in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Proponho-vos o seguinte exercício", atira Rui Zink, a meio da sua intervenção na primeira mesa do Literatura em Viagem (LeV), dedicada ao tema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viajo para disciplinar o raciocínio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;. "Uma noite, antes de se deitarem, tentem imaginar o dia de amanhã". Parecia uma proposta simples, mas não era. Tinha truque. Uma revelação escondida. Porque, na verdade, o que o autor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hotel Lusitânia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt; pedia não era uma projecção feita a olhar para a agenda. Antes um “imaginar o que normalmente não se imagina”. O exercício inverso deveria ser repetido numa manhã, não necessariamente a seguinte. “Tentem recordar o dia de ontem”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.25in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;Com este duplo jogo, afiança Rui Zink, rapidamente se perceberá que tanto num caso como noutro o que está em causa é sempre a imaginação. “Porque o que num dia pensamos ser memória (ontem) é afinal reconstrução e o que noutro acreditamos ser imaginação (amanhã) é apenas conhecimento”. É por isso que o escritor defende que “a melhor viagem é a interior, aquela que fazemos dentro de nós”. Se depois empreendemos andanças físicas, é porque “para regressar precisamos de partir”. E em qualquer desta viagens o mais importante são as pessoas, o olhar, este pêndulo entre a memória e a projecção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.25in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;A noção de viagem mais acção, apresentada por Rui Zink e retirada da mesma palavra (Vi – Ajo), marcou as intervenções da primeira mesa. José Ricardo Nunes lembrou a viagem mais aterradora que conhece, aquela que o semi-heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa, Bernardo Soares, faz no eléctrico. Também aqui, no embate com o exterior, tudo é essencialmente interior. Os mundos percorridos pelos carris são ao mesmo tempo físicos e insondáveis. João Lopes Marques revelou a sua preferência por não-lugares e territórios de estranheza quando a escrita chama por si. “Não consigo escrever em casa”, disse. E, por isso, faz da viagem um modo de vida, tendo fixado residência na Letónia. O seu novo romance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iberiana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;, é o resultado dessa inquietação, ligando duas pontas da Europa: País Basco e Geórgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p lang="pt-PT" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.25in"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;Para o brasileiro Marcelo Ferroni, a acção faz-se no escritório, embora seja igualmente agitada. É daqueles que se define como um “viajante sedentário”. Quando era adolescente, sonhava dar a volta ao mundo. Passou muitos anos a juntar dinheiro para a realizar. Mas quando finalmente olhou com entusiasmo para a conta bancária, decidiu: o melhor é ir para Paris e ficar lá seis meses. A viagem fez à volta do quarto. O que também aconteceu com a biografia imaginária que fez de Che Guevera. Para escrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Método Prático de Guerrilha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;, pensou em muitas viagens e em muitos destinos. “Como bom sendentário”, brincou o escritor e editor da Objectiva, “à medida que me desliguei dos livros que serviram de base à minha investigação, abandonei também a ideia da viagem”. No fim, acabou por encontrar e descrever uma Bolívia feita citações. E garantiu: “Este é um livro de viagens a um país imaginário”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:TrebuchetMS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;Opção contrária tem Miguel Carvalho, que luta por manter o que de melhor há no jornalismo: “Reproduzir os cheiros e as sensações do terreno”. Contra o “noticiário fast-food”, o grande-repórter da Visão propõe a filosofia que alimentou gerações de jornalistas: “O jornalismo pode não mudar o mundo, mas devemos continuar a escrevê-lo como se isso fosse possível”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8614339827411117660?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8614339827411117660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8614339827411117660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8614339827411117660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_3000.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv7KzCgsLiU/TanOl7Oie_I/AAAAAAAAChE/lYV9PKPJ-S0/s72-c/Lev_Mesa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8300108746065280634</id><published>2011-04-16T18:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:21:28.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns problemas com a internet. Solução de recurso encontrada através do iphone do &lt;a href="http://bibliotecariodebabel.com/"&gt;Bibliotecário de Babel&lt;/a&gt;. As próximas voltas do parafuso são à sua conta. Muito obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8300108746065280634?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8300108746065280634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4855.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8300108746065280634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8300108746065280634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4855.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8074109540177426511</id><published>2011-04-16T17:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:37:58.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Programa do dia: 17 horas, Mesa 1, com João Lopes Marques, José Ricardo Nunes, Marcelo Ferroni, Rui Zink, Miguel Carvalho e Paulo Ferreira (moderador). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8074109540177426511?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8074109540177426511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5118.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8074109540177426511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8074109540177426511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_5118.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-4965960935244321452</id><published>2011-04-16T16:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4FqhYjT06Y/TapAsltl5YI/AAAAAAAAChs/CfRAoeEyWuE/s1600/3d16d02763414c488ecf7314aba4ffb7_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4FqhYjT06Y/TapAsltl5YI/AAAAAAAAChs/CfRAoeEyWuE/s400/3d16d02763414c488ecf7314aba4ffb7_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596356621743023490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conhecer as leis e os segredos do mar é missão de qualquer marinheiro. E não há melhor lugar para essa aprendizagem, garante Proença Mendes, do que o navio-escola Sagres. Para ilustrar a sua tese, o comandante recordou os principais momentos da circum-navegação que realizou em 2010. De Lisboa à América do Sul, celebrando aí o bicentenário da independência de muitos países, e do Japão a Goa, assinalando os 500 anos da chegada dos portugueses ao extremo Oriente, esta foi também uma viagem pela lusófonia e pelas marcas que Portugal foi deixando pelo mundo. Mais do que um navio, sublinhou, a Sagres é uma verdadeira embaixada em movimento.&lt;/div&gt;À velocidade da vela, o LeV já levantou âncora e iniciou a sua viagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-4965960935244321452?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/4965960935244321452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4216.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4965960935244321452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/4965960935244321452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_4216.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4FqhYjT06Y/TapAsltl5YI/AAAAAAAAChs/CfRAoeEyWuE/s72-c/3d16d02763414c488ecf7314aba4ffb7_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-437022138007632535</id><published>2011-04-16T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:41:38.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JV1_LO07-s/TapFGPGULuI/AAAAAAAACiM/v-P9hOJ8z6A/s1600/cfe8cfae69e84fa2bbb9fdb90602bb75_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JV1_LO07-s/TapFGPGULuI/AAAAAAAACiM/v-P9hOJ8z6A/s400/cfe8cfae69e84fa2bbb9fdb90602bb75_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596361460395814626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos começar. Sessões reservadas a leitores e viajantes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-437022138007632535?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/437022138007632535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_7643.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/437022138007632535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/437022138007632535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_7643.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JV1_LO07-s/TapFGPGULuI/AAAAAAAACiM/v-P9hOJ8z6A/s72-c/cfe8cfae69e84fa2bbb9fdb90602bb75_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3249236279808165855</id><published>2011-04-16T12:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.265+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glZIijehhuI/TapAhWooC0I/AAAAAAAAChk/aA2fhiE79Ck/s1600/b9afe743d55e4960bf9d9c53e29b52b6_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glZIijehhuI/TapAhWooC0I/AAAAAAAAChk/aA2fhiE79Ck/s400/b9afe743d55e4960bf9d9c53e29b52b6_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596356428717099842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do outro lado da linha: Campanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3249236279808165855?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3249236279808165855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3249236279808165855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3249236279808165855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_6100.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glZIijehhuI/TapAhWooC0I/AAAAAAAAChk/aA2fhiE79Ck/s72-c/b9afe743d55e4960bf9d9c53e29b52b6_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-2238600361812981165</id><published>2011-04-16T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvv5jiqXH1g/TapAUCTVA6I/AAAAAAAAChc/19xEnQwLSDU/s1600/7e9108197b7a4025a514e4ca03506395_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvv5jiqXH1g/TapAUCTVA6I/AAAAAAAAChc/19xEnQwLSDU/s400/7e9108197b7a4025a514e4ca03506395_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596356199920763810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem vem e atravessa o rio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-2238600361812981165?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/2238600361812981165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2238600361812981165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/2238600361812981165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev_16.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvv5jiqXH1g/TapAUCTVA6I/AAAAAAAAChc/19xEnQwLSDU/s72-c/7e9108197b7a4025a514e4ca03506395_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-7700229613848126908</id><published>2011-04-16T10:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:27:17.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_1aVRvCAhw/TapAFRuogII/AAAAAAAAChU/R4Ixir52DC8/s1600/4172d5ea8feb4baca8ad42423c57e9aa_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_1aVRvCAhw/TapAFRuogII/AAAAAAAAChU/R4Ixir52DC8/s400/4172d5ea8feb4baca8ad42423c57e9aa_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596355946363781250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inter-cidades, inter-leituras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-7700229613848126908?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/7700229613848126908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7700229613848126908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/7700229613848126908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev.html' title='Diário do LeV'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_1aVRvCAhw/TapAFRuogII/AAAAAAAAChU/R4Ixir52DC8/s72-c/4172d5ea8feb4baca8ad42423c57e9aa_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-8998507594309998535</id><published>2011-04-16T09:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:18:17.846+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário do LeV 2011'/><title type='text'>Diário do LeV 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdnbW9qgxUE/Tao_vRwzI9I/AAAAAAAAChM/Dfy0lXhQENQ/s1600/07e52cb06f574532ba1a158d2f5ccaf6_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdnbW9qgxUE/Tao_vRwzI9I/AAAAAAAAChM/Dfy0lXhQENQ/s400/07e52cb06f574532ba1a158d2f5ccaf6_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596355568415744978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De partida. Destino: Porto Campanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-8998507594309998535?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/8998507594309998535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8998507594309998535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/8998507594309998535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/diario-do-lev-6.html' title='Diário do LeV 6'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdnbW9qgxUE/Tao_vRwzI9I/AAAAAAAAChM/Dfy0lXhQENQ/s72-c/07e52cb06f574532ba1a158d2f5ccaf6_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488356633175719734.post-3853633387016130043</id><published>2011-04-16T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:32:09.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal i'/><title type='text'>Jornal i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4LdJiUk7Ro/TauTy_sOVoI/AAAAAAAACkc/GtLZV1fi4Ks/s1600/Jornali_8_A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4LdJiUk7Ro/TauTy_sOVoI/AAAAAAAACkc/GtLZV1fi4Ks/s200/Jornali_8_A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596729466237638274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrPAwL4ceTs/TauTywguXWI/AAAAAAAACkU/smXV4vJUy0c/s200/Jornali_8_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596729462162873698" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SieLcWrfRw/TauTygtkM7I/AAAAAAAACkM/66T6RlD1H8k/s200/Jornali_8_C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596729457921766322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana, no &lt;a href="http://www.ionline.pt/conteudos/home.html"&gt;Jornal i&lt;/a&gt;, integrados no suplemento Livros e Viagens (LIV), textos sobre os livros &lt;i&gt;Histórias de imagens&lt;/i&gt;, de Robert Walser, &lt;i&gt;O Legado de Wilt&lt;/i&gt;, de Tom Sharpe, e &lt;i&gt;A Humilhação&lt;/i&gt;, de Philip Roth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5488356633175719734-3853633387016130043?l=voltaparafuso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/feeds/3853633387016130043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jornal-i_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3853633387016130043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488356633175719734/posts/default/3853633387016130043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voltaparafuso.blogspot.com/2011/04/jornal-i_16.html' title='Jornal i'/><author><name>Luís Ricardo Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677086646580047283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4LdJiUk7Ro/TauTy_sOVoI/AAAAAAAACkc/GtLZV1fi4Ks/s72-c/Jornali_8_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
