<?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-1404694400758497564</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:54:28.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem aviso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-5862633580217504601</id><published>2012-02-01T14:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:54:28.303Z</updated><title type='text'>cala-te!</title><summary type='text'>






não abras a boca, não digas nada e nunca pares de sorrir. anything you say, can and will be use against you. os dias fazem mossa na vida de toda a gente, todos tropeçam nas horas encarriladas umas atrás das outras e ninguém se queixa. cala-te, quanto muito um 'vamos indo', e mesmo esse deve ser pronunciado de sorriso rasgado, quanto muito um dizer mal da crise, do IVA que aumentou, dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5862633580217504601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5862633580217504601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5862633580217504601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vinho e a gargalhadas, gostamos de falar de livros e de filmes, gostamos de fazer filmes, gostamos de partilhas, de histórias mesmo que não tão felizes quanto isso, com finais improváveis ou a incerteza do futuro, gostamos de fazer planos, encaixar viagens, projectos em calendários que inventamos pelo caminho, viagens sem data e hora </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1203530216839800951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1203530216839800951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1203530216839800951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1203530216839800951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2012/01/adormecer-assim.html' title='adormecer assim'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-cQ3wFdCUwVE/Tw7JzY2BneI/AAAAAAAAANM/5XvIvjUB14Y/s72-c/5488871967_f9bb83293c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-3754076875393513070</id><published>2012-01-11T13:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:49:42.126Z</updated><title type='text'>queremos dias sem tempo</title><summary type='text'>© Murray Mitchellgostamos de dias de sol e do céu azul metalizado que se vê pela janela, mas não gostamos das paredes em volta nem do barulho constante da junta, da urgência das vozes, do tom de fim de mundo. agora era a hora em que pegávamos no casaco, na carteira, e de óculos de sol já postos, descíamos as escadas e não voltávamos enquanto não enchêssemos a alma de sol e cheiro a mar. isso e um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3754076875393513070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3754076875393513070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3754076875393513070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3754076875393513070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2012/01/queremos-dias-sem-tempo.html' title='queremos dias sem tempo'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-yPuUe03MljQ/Tw9Ur8-fGJI/AAAAAAAAANY/F1nFJ46eI1E/s72-c/murray%2Bmitchell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-7817880951955775083</id><published>2012-01-11T12:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:05:03.025Z</updated><title type='text'>hoje encontrei-me numa citação de Einstein</title><summary type='text'>"Let's not pretend that things will change if we keep doing the same things. A crisis can be a real blessing to any person, to any nation. For all crises bring progress.Creativity is born from anguish, just like the day is born form the dark night. It's in crisis that inventive is born, as well as discoveries, and big strategies. Who overcomes crisis, overcomes himself, without getting overcome. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7817880951955775083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7817880951955775083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7817880951955775083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7817880951955775083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-encontrei-me-numa-citacao-de.html' title='hoje encontrei-me numa citação de Einstein'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-8030113681713118307</id><published>2012-01-07T21:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:49:46.563Z</updated><title type='text'>home ii</title><summary type='text'>there is no place like home, even if home is a state of mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8030113681713118307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8030113681713118307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8030113681713118307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8030113681713118307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-ii.html' title='home ii'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4118559430426519116</id><published>2011-12-20T18:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:19:39.653Z</updated><title type='text'>da série 'frases que não me saem da cabeça'</title><summary type='text'>"Paz sem voz, não é paz, é medo"[Maria Rita, minha alma [ou a paz que eu não quero]]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4118559430426519116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4118559430426519116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4118559430426519116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4118559430426519116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-serie-frases-que-nao-me-saem-da.html' title='da série &apos;frases que não me saem da cabeça&apos;'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4653864989544094740</id><published>2011-12-08T15:53:00.016Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:17:30.952Z</updated><title type='text'>dos sonhos</title><summary type='text'>[a dangerous method, david cronenberg][Sabina Spielrein: "If you ever want to take the initiative, I live in that building there"]Dormi 10 horas e meia de seguida. Profundamente. Quando acordei tinha ao meu lado o edredon esticado sem uma única ruga, inviolado, sinal de que me mantive todo o tempo na mesma posição ou que me mexi muito pouco, qualquer coisa como um porco no espeto, primeiro de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4653864989544094740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4653864989544094740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4653864989544094740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4653864989544094740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/12/dangerous-method-david-cronenberg.html' title='dos sonhos'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-HRr7JxijpyM/TuDenO13YkI/AAAAAAAAANA/RF8sxgBTKkE/s72-c/a-dangerous-method-20111010010408266_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-5240447610383196400</id><published>2011-12-07T22:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:22:14.837Z</updated><title type='text'>ashes to ashes dust to dust </title><summary type='text'>As expectativas e as convenções são fodidas. Não sei se já escrevi isto aqui, senão escrevi, devia. Mas parece que de repente é suposto rasgar umas e outras, transformá-las em milimétricos pedaços de papel e queimá-las à braseira, para ter a certeza que se transformam em pó.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5240447610383196400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5240447610383196400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5240447610383196400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5240447610383196400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ashes-to-ashes-dust-to-dust.html' title='ashes to ashes dust to dust '/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7260499621213519807</id><published>2011-12-04T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:43:07.057Z</updated><title type='text'>this day sucks</title><summary type='text'>há dias em que nem comer gelado do pacote é capaz de nos deixar com algo semelhante, ainda que remotamente, a um sorriso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7260499621213519807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7260499621213519807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-1942142437329260234</id><published>2011-12-02T13:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:06:01.923Z</updated><title type='text'>post em atraso</title><summary type='text'>a  pensão amor pretende ser qualquer coisa que não é, quatro andares muito  fashion, com pinturas de intervenção nas paredes, uma sex shop e um bar  atafulhado com sofás forrados com imitações de pele de tigre e tias,  muitas tias, escada acima, escada abaixo, com um tom olha para mim tão  radical no cais sodré. a pensão amor quer ser alternativa mas fica a  meio caminho. o antónio costa mete a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1942142437329260234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1942142437329260234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1942142437329260234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1942142437329260234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-em-atraso.html' title='post em atraso'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4809074652357752142</id><published>2011-11-28T21:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:10:47.618Z</updated><title type='text'>da vida e da falta dela</title><summary type='text'>[restless, gus van sant]           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type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-vida-e-da-falta-dela.html' title='da vida e da falta dela'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-nmDc6cV3k5w/TtQDhrl2ohI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AFoFlB2tn6w/s72-c/restless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-8402445328514032165</id><published>2011-11-09T22:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:02:06.407Z</updated><title type='text'>hoje não iv</title><summary type='text'>[fotograma The Reader]pega no telefone e liga para o escritório, diz-lhes que não vou,  conta-lhes que preciso de todos os minutos do dia, que 24 horas não  chegam, diz-lhes que preciso de matar as saudades antes que elas se  atrevam a aparecer. enquanto ligas, encho a banheira, deito os sais  verdes que deixam a casa a cheirar a spa, vou entrar devagarinho porque a  água vai estar muito quente. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8402445328514032165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8402445328514032165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8402445328514032165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8402445328514032165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-nao-iv.html' title='hoje não iv'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Dq18LENlmlE/TrsFI-0SLRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6hYEK6GHaZM/s72-c/the-reader-clip-3-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-3651785739724513378</id><published>2011-11-09T17:50:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:14:07.228Z</updated><title type='text'>desassossegada</title><summary type='text'>deito-me na cama, barriga para baixo, o edredon a cobrir-me até aos ombros, as mãos seguram o queixo. há horas que chove copiosamente. e à distância não se vê mais que o edifício das traseiras, alguns metros lá em baixo. excepto quando a noite se faz dia, quando a luz se acende e ilumina até à outra ponta da cidade. e depois o estrondo. uma árvore a cair no meio de uma floresta. uma grua a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3651785739724513378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3651785739724513378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3651785739724513378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3651785739724513378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/11/desassossegada.html' title='desassossegada'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3447786778711044596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/11/see-you.html' title='see you...'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-4WRbQbWsdWA/Tn46nAIFJZI/AAAAAAAAALM/1P8sEXoyGv0/s72-c/wise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-5262545179579952026</id><published>2011-10-06T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:48:25.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way</title><summary type='text'>'são todos eles, pensou. a mentirem-te mesmo na cara' Ferrugem Americana, Philipp Meyer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5262545179579952026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5262545179579952026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5262545179579952026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5262545179579952026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-way.html' title='By the way'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-8976985709738920426</id><published>2011-09-26T19:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:22:23.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [naomi watts in painted veil]"quando a amava, mostrava interesse nas suas palavras, mas agora, que já não a amava, devia julgá-la simplesmente enfadonha."o véu pintado, somerset maugham</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8976985709738920426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8976985709738920426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8976985709738920426'/><link 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podendo viver a vida prefere escreve-la?[mas não desistimos. voltamos de vez em quando para matar saudades ou quando os anónimos nos lembram que estamos em falta *]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6510132861977706455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6510132861977706455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6510132861977706455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6510132861977706455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/09/caro-anonimo.html' title='caro anónimo,'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-1929109819650302600</id><published>2011-09-24T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:38:37.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back home</title><summary type='text'>a roupa saiu do corpo directamente para a máquina. o corpo directo para a banheira. lavar o fumo, a cerveja entornada ao ritmo de passos de dança, a quase bebedeira. este post teve mil começos, porque esta é daquelas noites que precisam de ficar registadas, enquanto se ouviam as músicas de sempre, arcade fire, joy division, red hot, u2, b52, e não sei quantas coisas nunca ouvidas. 'o armando não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1929109819650302600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1929109819650302600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1929109819650302600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1929109819650302600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-home.html' title='back home'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4585457928918390643</id><published>2011-08-04T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:30:39.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>some arguments are better than other</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4585457928918390643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4585457928918390643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4585457928918390643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4585457928918390643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-arguments-are-better-than-other.html' title='some arguments are better than other'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-pbscl8V2Nb8/TjnZmKiBWwI/AAAAAAAAEBg/WmcJPI7pXWw/s72-c/IMG_1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-278651691767594009</id><published>2011-08-03T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:32:53.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando é que abre a caça à galinha? Troca-se jantar de gajas por jogo do Benfica e bejecas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/278651691767594009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=278651691767594009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/278651691767594009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/278651691767594009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-e-que-abre-caca-galinha-troca-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7201608984938431266</id><published>2011-08-03T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:59:20.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e aceitas encomendas?</title><summary type='text'>[Estou na penumbra de uma caverna a fazer vodu. Passem bem.]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7201608984938431266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7201608984938431266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7201608984938431266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7201608984938431266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-aceitas-encomendas.html' title='e aceitas encomendas?'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7413419177514697579</id><published>2011-08-03T12:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:03:29.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>agora vai lá escrever isto 200 vezes</title><summary type='text'>não haverá estrelas cadentes que te salvem se continuares a pensar de uma forma e a fazeres sistematicamente o seu contrário.[fazer copy past é batota]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7413419177514697579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7413419177514697579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7413419177514697579'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1590104949772828090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-3931459377875513644</id><published>2011-07-28T12:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:07:38.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'bora fazer gazeta</title><summary type='text'>não sei que propósito descobri que the heart is a lonely hunter e agora apetece-me fazer gazeta e passar o resto da tarde a ler aquelas páginas em bits e bytes e seguir com o somerset maugham que me anda a fazer cócegas na aorta direita[Virginia Del Rio][roubada no the heart is a lonely hunter porque a dor passa rápido, mas nódoas negras demoram a sair ]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3931459377875513644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3931459377875513644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3931459377875513644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3931459377875513644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/07/bora-fazer-gazeta.html' title='&apos;bora fazer gazeta'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-3228301368695871706</id><published>2011-07-28T12:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:35:54.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'ameiga-me'</title><summary type='text'>“If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”Marilyn Monroe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3228301368695871706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3228301368695871706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3228301368695871706'/><link rel='self' 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tentar reproduzir as receitas da tua infância, numa espécie de regresso gastronómico aos dias mais felizes. mesmo que os ingredientes sejam conhecidos e não seja de todo complicado ‘entalar’ os vegetais, naquele ponto em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6838287064708862643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6838287064708862643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6838287064708862643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6838287064708862643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/07/ruben-vega-nunca-acreditaste-que-nao.html' title='não voltes às receitas que te fizeram feliz'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TGxhtrvifLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hF3gn29LWpM/s72-c/ruben-vega_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-3778730233768767371</id><published>2011-07-23T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:18:06.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiu</title><summary type='text'>A mãe ficou em casa. O pai deixou-a descansar enquanto traz a criança até à esplanada. A criança grita e esperneia e deixa a mãe posta em sossego enquanto azucrina toda uma esplanada. Terá a mãe da criança um espacinho no sofá lá de casa para que se possa passar uma hora descansada?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3778730233768767371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3778730233768767371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3778730233768767371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3778730233768767371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/07/shiu.html' title='Shiu'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-40059773717757370</id><published>2011-06-30T18:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:46:41.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'há sempre estrelas cadentes'</title><summary type='text'>foram tantos meses sem palavras por aqui, por falta de tempo para outras actividades que não sejam manter o coração cheio, por falta de tempo para uma vida paralela, porque a que há lá fora se compôs de tal forma que os bits e bytes deixaram de ser precisos. mas ontem, sob o céu estrelado de Lisboa, no mesmo sítio onde há um ano, mais coisa menos coisa, vi uma estrela cadente a quem pedi um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/40059773717757370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=40059773717757370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/40059773717757370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/40059773717757370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-sempre-estrelas-cadentes.html' title='&apos;há sempre estrelas cadentes&apos;'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2060277507924531591</id><published>2011-05-09T15:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:36:01.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the big question</title><summary type='text'>Não conseguir achar piada aos homens da luta, não perder um segundo a ver os mais recentes ‘reality shows’ da televisão nacional ou os vídeos a favor e contra a pátria, vulgo vejam lá se aprendem oh finlandeses, faz de mim uma espécie de alien?[não, ainda não fechamos a loja, nem passamos a ser mais do que uma. estamos tão só com mania das grandezas.]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2060277507924531591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2060277507924531591&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2060277507924531591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2060277507924531591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-question.html' title='the big question'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-6850238829228234537</id><published>2011-03-14T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:53:20.246Z</updated><title type='text'>it's a dirty job</title><summary type='text'>[menina limão]"Não basta amar alguém. É preciso amar com coragem. É preciso amar de tal modo que nenhum ladrão, ou má intenção, ou lei, lei divina ou deste mundo, possa seja o que for contra esse amor. Nao nos amámos com coragem... foi esse o mal. E a culpa é tua, porque a coragem dos homens é ridícula em matéria de amor. É trabalho vosso, o amor..."A herança de Eszter, Sándor Márai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6850238829228234537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6850238829228234537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6850238829228234537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6850238829228234537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-dirty-job.html' title='it&apos;s a dirty job'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-bzIPfrEiWnE/TX4PGOKf47I/AAAAAAAAAKg/4-XJn0eJL-0/s72-c/5494049961_530b3c6fce_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-3834712762365743072</id><published>2011-02-16T18:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:11:48.999Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Hedi Slimane]Estar cinco minutos, mais coisa menos coisa, a tentar abrir a porta do 3.º dto quando se mora no 4º dto., sem perceber porque raio a chave não funcionava e a desenhar mil cenários na cabeça, qualifica qualquer pessoa para internamento imediato, certo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3834712762365743072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3834712762365743072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3834712762365743072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3834712762365743072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/02/hedi-slimane-estar-cinco-minutos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TE9p4lgaf3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/acdlYnBrVy0/s72-c/hedi-slimane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-6994643433234941126</id><published>2011-02-14T13:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:12:49.893Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[© Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos]não há uma segunda oportunidade para criar uma primeira boa impressão e por mais que faças, os erros fazem parte da história e não são nunca perdoados nem esquecidos, estão lá sempre na cabeça do outro, para servirem de arma de arremesso a qualquer instante.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6994643433234941126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6994643433234941126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6994643433234941126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6994643433234941126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/02/henri-cartier-bresson-magnum-photos-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-i3dQnlmDgHA/TVkqPZKjRXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/e68Gaxyb5lw/s72-c/cartier-bresson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-8333370206479497101</id><published>2011-02-07T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:13:31.432Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>movo-me sem saber porque, nem para onde, como uma marioneta a quem puxam os cordéis no momento certo. é como se, sem aviso, de tanto dar se me esvaziasse a alma, a vontade, o ser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8333370206479497101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8333370206479497101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8333370206479497101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8333370206479497101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/02/movo-me-sem-saber-porque-nem-para-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-1029633378418005428</id><published>2011-01-17T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:15:30.898Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Quando partiresse partiresterei saudadese quando ficaresse ficaresterei saudades"Adília Lopes in Marianna e Chamilly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1029633378418005428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1029633378418005428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1029633378418005428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1029633378418005428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2011/01/quando-partires-se-partires-terei.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2486534007253148046</id><published>2010-12-20T16:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:46:53.653Z</updated><title type='text'>ainda as borboletas</title><summary type='text'>"nós parecemos adolescentes dos morangos com açúcar. com corrector ortográfico embutido, vá."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2486534007253148046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2486534007253148046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2486534007253148046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2486534007253148046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-as-borboletas.html' title='ainda as borboletas'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-698093767238171596</id><published>2010-12-16T21:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:11:40.052Z</updated><title type='text'>o horror! a vergonha!</title><summary type='text'>vim à procura de uma citação do agualusa que sabia que tinha deixado  aqui no blog e eis que, sem aviso, a única coisa que me apetece é pintar  a cara de preto e vergastar-me até à exaustão enquanto escrevo 2.5000  vezes que inimputável é com um m. e o post esteve ali semanas e semanas.  o horror! a vergonha!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/698093767238171596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=698093767238171596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/698093767238171596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/698093767238171596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-horror-vergonha.html' title='o horror! a vergonha!'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8414462020711096832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-delicodoce.html' title='post delicodoce'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-439646385414396649</id><published>2010-12-02T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:19:20.734Z</updated><title type='text'>definições</title><summary type='text'>isto não é uma vida, é uma montanha russa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/439646385414396649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-221517525070716354</id><published>2010-11-29T10:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:07:09.633Z</updated><title type='text'>sôfrego</title><summary type='text'>[Martien Mulder]como se numa hora, num dia, se recuperasse toda a vida não vivida, como se os ponteiros, parados durante tanto tempo, terá sido assim tanto?, voltassem a rodar da esquerda para a direita na ânsia de acompanhar os passos dos dias. de volta. em paz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/221517525070716354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=221517525070716354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><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-1404694400758497564.post-3070737710091772615</id><published>2010-11-26T21:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:24:48.917Z</updated><title type='text'>2,7 quilómetros</title><summary type='text'>vou do chiado à junta à pé, 2,7 quilómetros bem medidos segundo essa bíblia  que é o google maps. antes disso almocei por baixo de um vão de escada, mas a companhia  era tão boa que nem me importei que as pataniscas tivessem óleo a mais e o arroz  feijão a menos. partilhamos as mesmas conversas, as mesmas angústias, as mesmas gargalhadas de sempre, que souberam a  novas tantos meses depois, agora</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3070737710091772615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3070737710091772615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3070737710091772615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3070737710091772615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/27-quilometros.html' title='2,7 quilómetros'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-5806709508252927584</id><published>2010-11-25T17:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:27:15.576Z</updated><title type='text'>[recado]</title><summary type='text'>há uma música que é um recado a tocar em repeat no you tube do computador da junta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5806709508252927584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5806709508252927584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5806709508252927584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5806709508252927584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/recado.html' title='[recado]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-5634126099198656295</id><published>2010-11-25T00:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:20:53.662Z</updated><title type='text'>decidam-se</title><summary type='text'>ele diz-me que sou demasiado impulsiva no falar, que não aprendi quando me devo calar, que não sei medir as palavras, ela diz-me que deixo demasiado coisas por dizer, que há um nó na minha garganta que é preciso desfazer.[e este blog continua a ser uma espécie de anuário em formato minimalista]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5634126099198656295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5634126099198656295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5634126099198656295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5634126099198656295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/decidam-se.html' title='decidam-se'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-6523035374184879548</id><published>2010-11-25T00:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:09:51.524Z</updated><title type='text'>em repeat [acidental]</title><summary type='text'>[Mazzy Star - Fade Into You]a primeira música a passar no rádio quando entrei no carro, a primeira a tocar no shuffle do ipod quando me sentei na junta, a primeira banda sonora de uma série qualquer quando liguei a televisão. o universo está a tentar dizer-me qualquer coisa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6523035374184879548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6523035374184879548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6523035374184879548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6523035374184879548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/em-repeat-acidental.html' title='em repeat [acidental]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/XucegAHZojc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-4086632001070604476</id><published>2010-11-19T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:08:24.989Z</updated><title type='text'>wake up and smell the coffee</title><summary type='text'>[Ruben Vega]às vezes tudo o que uma mulher precisa é de uma valente tareia. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4086632001070604476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-226589916685723680</id><published>2010-11-14T11:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:43:29.325Z</updated><title type='text'>[...]</title><summary type='text'>ainda que no mesmo fuso horário separa-nos mais o tempo que a distância</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/226589916685723680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=226589916685723680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/226589916685723680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/226589916685723680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-1542306946235275289</id><published>2010-11-14T11:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:41:46.260Z</updated><title type='text'>do amor</title><summary type='text'> [Hedi Slimane]  "O amor livre é uma contradição nos termos, que por antecipação mata o amor e por consequência compromete a liberdade."no Ouriquense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1542306946235275289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-5696543267368314800</id><published>2010-11-10T18:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:38:30.785Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [Elinor Carucci] e ao terceiro dia volto a acordar com a sensação de que me tiraram o chão de debaixo dos pés. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5696543267368314800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5696543267368314800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5696543267368314800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5696543267368314800'/><link 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ferocidade do olhar dela, a intensidade arrebatada que há nos olhos dela quando o escuta, um sentimento de que ela está inteiramente presente quando estão juntos, de que ele é a única pessoa que existe para ela à face da terra."Sunset Park, Paul Auster</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7054699449780130206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7054699449780130206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7054699449780130206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7054699449780130206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/vida-nao-e-como-nos-livros.html' title='a vida não é como nos livros'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-5057968741625826831</id><published>2010-11-08T20:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:06:37.592Z</updated><title type='text'>a vida é como nos livros</title><summary type='text'>'[...] mas tudo se resumia a isto: eles amavam-se, mas não se conseguiam entender-se. será que isso fazia algum sentido para ele?'Sunset Park, Paul Auster</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5057968741625826831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><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-1404694400758497564.post-427453758566558903</id><published>2010-11-03T16:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:21:19.401Z</updated><title type='text'>porque isto hoje faz ainda mais sentido ii</title><summary type='text'>[...]Mrs Tweedy: It's all in your head, Mr Tweedy. Say it.It's all in me head. It's all in me head.Mrs Tweedy: You keep telling yourself that, because I don't want to hear another word about it. Is that clear?Mr Tweedy: Yes, luv. But you know that Ginger one...?Mrs Tweedy: They're chickens, you dolt! Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet! They don't plot, they don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/427453758566558903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=427453758566558903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/427453758566558903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/427453758566558903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-isto-hoje-faz-ainda-mais-sentido.html' title='porque isto hoje faz ainda mais sentido ii'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4537867237590138679</id><published>2010-11-03T01:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:14:33.123Z</updated><title type='text'>life is a waiting room</title><summary type='text'> [martien mulder]passar de noites em que se dormem três horas para noites de insónia e de pesadelos. trabalho em excesso fora de horas e esperar, esperar sempre pelo próximo objectivo, enquanto deixo passar ao lado o que está a acontecer. a minha vida é uma sala de espera, sem revistas antigas com folhas rasgadas, mas com igual dose de ansiedade. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4537867237590138679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4537867237590138679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4537867237590138679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4537867237590138679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-waiting-room.html' title='life is a waiting room'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_M0h59W1eCmI/SvIewAoVY8I/AAAAAAAACo0/eVLzo7Ymrfk/s72-c/martien_mulder_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-6089563896664807954</id><published>2010-10-26T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:32:36.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje encontraram-me numa letra do bird</title><summary type='text'>"you’ve done the impossibleyou took yourself apartyou made yourself invulnerableno one can break your heartand you break it yourself"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6089563896664807954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6089563896664807954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6089563896664807954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6089563896664807954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-encontraram-me-numa-letra-do-bird.html' title='hoje encontraram-me numa letra do bird'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-2982916136796837587</id><published>2010-10-25T11:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:03:57.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>separar o trigo do joio</title><summary type='text'>Na amizade, tal como no casamento, devia haver uma espécie de votos, na alegria e na tristeza, na fortuna e na pobreza, na saúde e na doença, nos bons e nos maus momentos até que..., nada de formal, não haveria necessidade de testemunhas ou contrato assinado em papel azul de 25 linhas. Seria assim porque sim. Não sendo, este acordo tácito é válido na minha cabeça, como gostaria que fosse na das </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2982916136796837587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2982916136796837587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2982916136796837587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2982916136796837587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/separar-o-trigo-do-joio.html' title='separar o trigo do joio'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2765733858694048178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2765733858694048178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2765733858694048178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='%#&quot;/&amp;#&quot;()!='/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-3470779260850137477</id><published>2010-10-22T23:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:25:24.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"à espera do comboio na paragem do autocarro"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3470779260850137477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3470779260850137477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3470779260850137477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3470779260850137477'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-9203150796130563529</id><published>2010-10-19T23:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:32:05.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uma questão de lógica</title><summary type='text'>os dedos aceleram no teclado, letra a letra, palavra, frase, enter, palavra, frase, enter, os dedos aceleram ao ritmo do batimento cardíaco. Do outro lado, o meu interlocutor já deve ter perdido o fio à meada, mas lá diz, parece-me que a medo, se é que as palavras que aparecem na janela do skype podem ter um tom, 'ok, toquei num ponto sensível'. o b. está a contar-me que tem uma proto-namorada e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/9203150796130563529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=9203150796130563529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/9203150796130563529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/9203150796130563529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-questao-de-logica.html' title='uma questão de lógica'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7977373806128457793</id><published>2010-10-19T22:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:56:28.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[tanto]</title><summary type='text'>[Sandra Freij] </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7977373806128457793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7977373806128457793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7977373806128457793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7977373806128457793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/tanto.html' title='[tanto]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TLDlGT6ZauI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1EcytBK3ToY/s72-c/Sandra-Freij.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-6246001404333502421</id><published>2010-10-13T15:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:07:49.439Z</updated><title type='text'>"o amor é inimputável"</title><summary type='text'>[Craig McDean][citação do milagrário pessoal, josé eduardo agualusa][post gémeo no e deus...]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6246001404333502421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6246001404333502421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6246001404333502421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6246001404333502421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-amor-e-ininputavel.html' title='&quot;o amor é inimputável&quot;'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/S8j329Xs4kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Zhic8yjjHs/s72-c/Craig-McDean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2364593318036675572</id><published>2010-10-09T22:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:01:02.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a kind of relationship</title><summary type='text'>"You fuck me, then snub me.  You love me, you hate me.  You show me your sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole!  Is that a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?"fight club</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2364593318036675572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2364593318036675572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2364593318036675572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2364593318036675572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/kind-of-relationship.html' title='a kind of relationship'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TLDk5p7DSzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HWryvSW20Kc/s72-c/fight-club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2870910293360534036</id><published>2010-10-08T05:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:34:05.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>momento nicola</title><summary type='text'>[Karen Collins]um dia vou aprender a dizer-te que não.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2870910293360534036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2870910293360534036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2870910293360534036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2870910293360534036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/momento-nicola.html' title='momento nicola'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_M0h59W1eCmI/SuzoBkaKA1I/AAAAAAAACnc/1igYmYvrjuM/s72-c/Karen-Collins_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-1574309180471558198</id><published>2010-10-06T01:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:06:59.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call</title><summary type='text'>no espaço de dois dias volto ao chinês clandestino e revejo 'o segredo dos seus olhos'. no primeiro voltou a haver olhares cúmplices, sorrisos fáceis, gargalhadas no meio de muito barulho. no segundo a sensação de ter sido 'atropelada por um camião TIR'. 'o segredo dos seus olhos' é um filme único, pela história, pela forma como é contada, pela fotografia, pela cenografia, pelo humor e pela dor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1574309180471558198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1574309180471558198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1574309180471558198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1574309180471558198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-1345658164884731317</id><published>2010-10-03T15:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:49:11.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a culpa é de um CD, da música onde se diz que 'being good isn't always easy', não interessa o que quanto tentamos, não interessa o esforço de manter os olhos longe, as mãos quietas, o sorriso fechado. a atracção dos pólos multiplicada exponencialmente pela distância que se quer manter. são noites de passeio ['never knowing my right foot from my left'] pelas ruas estreitas, fados mal cantados, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-3141035449806714852</id><published>2010-10-01T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:49:50.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cuidado com o que desejas</title><summary type='text'>"I was staring at the sky, just looking for a starTo pray on, or wish on, or something like thatI was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy"paper bag, fiona apple</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3141035449806714852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3141035449806714852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3141035449806714852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3141035449806714852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/10/cuidado-com-o-que-desejas.html' title='cuidado com o que desejas'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-2818609435360405837</id><published>2010-09-30T19:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:00:21.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vícios privados, públicas virtudes</title><summary type='text'>sento-me na esplanada vazia ao pé da junta para cinco minutos de sossego, cigarro na mão, café e jornais à frente. nisto um casal cruza a esquina, passo muito vagaroso, as costas curvadas, a pele muito enrugada, ela com os dedos da mão esquerda entrelaçados nos dedos da mão direita dele. o polícia de serviço vê-os virar a esquina, vê-me sozinha na esplanada e diz, como quem mete conversa, 'isto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2818609435360405837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2818609435360405837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2818609435360405837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2818609435360405837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/vicios-privados-publicas-virtudes.html' title='vícios privados, públicas virtudes'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-8793626690608864001</id><published>2010-09-30T11:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:11:24.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>freud explicaria</title><summary type='text'>saiu de uma festa para entrar num elevador de um prédio de 11 andares em Lisboa, é uma saída rápida porque vou voltar, mas quando ponho o pé fora do elevador, alguns pisos abaixo, olho pela janela é dia claro e estou em bagdad. é estranho porque não conheço bagdad a não ser de fotografias e da televisão, mas sei que é lá que estou. quando desço ao rés-do-chão dou de caras com um colega da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8793626690608864001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8793626690608864001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8793626690608864001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8793626690608864001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/freud-explicaria.html' title='freud explicaria'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-5803484772577942532</id><published>2010-09-29T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:30:42.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e se</title><summary type='text'>tenho a vida cheia de ses, depois de ter parado de procurar culpas de parte a parte, e só consigo pensar no postal que chegou do outro lado do atlântico, quando já não estava à espera, o postal que me fez parar várias vezes a meio dos três lances de escadas, que me fez rir ao primeiro parágrafo, uma gargalhada sincera que deve ter acordado metade da vizinhança, um postal onde me garantem, na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5803484772577942532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-1999332587216326072</id><published>2010-09-26T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:40:02.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>deitar cá para fora</title><summary type='text'>descalçar os sapatos e enterrar os pés nas relva. sentar e deixar cair o corpo para trás, esticar as pernas numa preguiça só, com o sol ainda alto a bater na cara, nos braços, na ponta dos dedos. pensar que a vida vale a pena quando vivida assim, devagarinho, com os amigos verdadeiros por perto. ouvir a música, esquecer as palavras por um momento. e depois acabar a tarde numa varanda com vista </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1999332587216326072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1999332587216326072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1999332587216326072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1999332587216326072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/deitar-ca-para-fora.html' title='deitar cá para fora'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-3673387704306928358</id><published>2010-09-24T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:24:08.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lápis azul</title><summary type='text'>escreve mensagem, apaga mensagem, escreve mensagem, apaga mensagem, escreve mensagem, escolhe número, apaga mensagem, apaga número. a auto-censura é a minha melhor amiga.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3673387704306928358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3673387704306928358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3673387704306928358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3673387704306928358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/lapis-azul.html' title='lápis azul'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-4860651555751249932</id><published>2010-09-24T01:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T02:21:52.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>receitas simples com resultados garantidos</title><summary type='text'>ponho os phones nos ouvidos, acendo um cigarro e faço-me ao caminho. devia apanhar um táxi, mas não hoje, não já. avenida de roma, joão xxi, avenida de berna, praça de espanha. queimo tristezas passo a passo como quem queima calorias. quando entro no táxi, 45 minutos depois, já há na minha cara qualquer coisa que se assemelha a um sorriso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4860651555751249932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4860651555751249932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4860651555751249932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4860651555751249932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/receitas-simples-com-resultados.html' title='receitas simples com resultados garantidos'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-2707327548938614728</id><published>2010-09-23T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:52:46.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as expectativas são fodidas</title><summary type='text'>[el secreto de sus ojos]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2707327548938614728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2707327548938614728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-7791524188454097732</id><published>2010-09-20T20:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:58:22.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>direitos de autor</title><summary type='text'>gostava muito, mas mesmo muito, que quem 'rouba' fotos neste blog ao menos se desse ao trabalho de publicar igualmente os créditos das mesmas, é que se não repararam todas as fotos estão devidamente assinadas. podia fazer o link, mas não me apetece. quem quiser que enfie a carapuça.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7791524188454097732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7791524188454097732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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amores. Enquanto ligas, eu volto a aninhar-me entre os lençóis brancos e espero que voltes, espero que me envolvas de novo, num abraço apertado, sincero. Hoje não, diz-lhes que me perdi de amores e ainda estou à procura de chão firme para que pare de levitar alguns metros acima do chão. Volta para a cama </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6464202206328770840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6464202206328770840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6464202206328770840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6464202206328770840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-nao-iii.html' title='hoje não iii'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-2808400417264154002</id><published>2010-09-01T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:18:43.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>haverá coisa mais bonita que uma carta de amor?</title><summary type='text'>'em cabo verde a escola era para fazer carta p'os namorados'[ouvido há pouco num documentário na 2: a uma moradora da Cova da Moura, que explicava porque nunca foi à escola]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2808400417264154002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2808400417264154002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2808400417264154002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2808400417264154002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/havera-coisa-mais-bonita-que-uma-carta.html' title='haverá coisa mais bonita que uma carta de amor?'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7884153452052688992</id><published>2010-09-01T23:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:10:17.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uma linha muito ténue</title><summary type='text'>'Frau Else solta uma gargalhada irresistível, sonora, forte, que atrai para a nossa mesa os olhares de todo o restaurante. Eu também opto por rir com vontade: sou um romântico incurável. Um piroso incurável, corrige ela. De acordo.'O Terceiro Reich, Roberto Bolaño</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7884153452052688992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7884153452052688992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7884153452052688992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7884153452052688992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-linha-muito-tenue.html' title='uma linha muito ténue'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-8755402673054045341</id><published>2010-08-28T22:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:48:17.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[isto não é um diário]</title><summary type='text'>Deve ter feito muito barulho, mais do que o metal do eléctrico a bater nos carris lá em baixo, deve ter feito um som ensurdecedor que ela não ouviu, porque no mesmo instante puxou da bolha actimel, fechou os olhos e os ouvidos, ficou muito quieta para não pisar os cacos. Terá feito um barulho ensurdecedor quando se estilhaçou em mil pedaços e se espalhou pelo quarto. Quando o choque passou, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8755402673054045341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8755402673054045341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8755402673054045341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8755402673054045341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/isto-nao-e-um-diario.html' title='[isto não é um diário]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-3763787092969681458</id><published>2010-08-25T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:02:00.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é preciso tão pouco</title><summary type='text'> [David Bellemere] a receita é simples, aceita-se um convite de última hora, retira-se a pressão, escolhe-se uma esplanada, apagam-se os mal entendidos, pede-se um vinho e rega-se tudo com boa conversa. [post-gémeo no e deus]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/3763787092969681458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=3763787092969681458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3763787092969681458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/3763787092969681458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-preciso-tao-pouco.html' title='é preciso tão pouco'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_M0h59W1eCmI/THRtXhAg1aI/AAAAAAAAD_w/bc6yBvxelkY/s72-c/david-bellemere_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-7444461374147578533</id><published>2010-08-24T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:32:54.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o post mete-nojo</title><summary type='text'>comer um pacote grande de m&amp;m em duas ou três horas é capaz de não compensar o quilo que se perdeu no último mês, e que faz uma falta terrível, mas deixa uma pessoa verdadeiramente mal disposta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7444461374147578533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7444461374147578533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7444461374147578533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7444461374147578533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-post-mete-nojo.html' title='o post mete-nojo'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-1873028105182484376</id><published>2010-08-21T23:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:37:46.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida vacía? ¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida llena de nada?"</title><summary type='text'>[el secreto de sus ojos] "Los ojos hablan... hablan al pedo los ojos, mejor que se callen.""Un hombre puede cambiar todo. Su rostro, su hogar, su familia, su novia, su religión, su Dios. Pero hay una cosa que no puede cambiar. Él no puede cambiar su pasión ..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/1873028105182484376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=1873028105182484376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1873028105182484376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/1873028105182484376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-se-hace-para-vivir-una-vida-vacia.html' title='&quot;¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida vacía? ¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida llena de nada?&quot;'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/THBSdk-CwaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bXVGHelXmNI/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-6706795607827618567</id><published>2010-08-20T15:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:06:34.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now you're knocking at my door Saying please come out against the night But I would rather be alone Than pretend I feel alright [...] Now I'm Ready to Start I would rather be wrong Than live in the shadows of your song My mind is open wide And now I'm ready to start[ready to start, arcade fire]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6706795607827618567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=6706795607827618567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6706795607827618567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/6706795607827618567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/krystal-eversdijk-now-youre-knocking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-2273659448930569050</id><published>2010-08-17T20:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:44:02.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cenas altamente improváveis</title><summary type='text'>uma mulher com personalidade encontrar um marido[resultado de estudo cientifico que envolveu quatro mulheres, duas das quais casadas, dois homens, um casado, quatro garrafas de vinho, várias imperiais e pelo menos três gin tónicos]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2273659448930569050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2273659448930569050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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esperar que tudo passe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/5141721266801156269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=5141721266801156269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5141721266801156269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/5141721266801156269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/desejos.html' title='desejos'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-88638508063825252</id><published>2010-08-16T16:25:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:47:11.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>never tell</title><summary type='text'>[...]never look her in the eyesnever tell the truthif she knows your paperyou know she'll have to burn younever tell the one you want that you dosave it for the deathbedwhen you know you kept her wanting youand do everything she'd never do[...]never say you miss hernever say a wordand do everything she'd never do[...]Cardinal Song, The National </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/88638508063825252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=88638508063825252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/88638508063825252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/88638508063825252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-tell.html' title='never tell'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-7331796964018067294</id><published>2010-08-14T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:27:48.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]</title><summary type='text'>passar o meu único dia de folga desta semana a arrumar e a fazer limpezas, quando lá foram estão 35 graus e sol,  de certeza que me qualifica para internamento imediato em qualquer ala psiquiátrica de um qualquer hospital.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/7331796964018067294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=7331796964018067294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7331796964018067294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/7331796964018067294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-6488779647509640639</id><published>2010-08-14T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:50:22.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>porque isto é um blog de gaja</title><summary type='text'>estou para aqui a dar voltas à cabeça, nada de muito intenso, porque com um olho no computador e outro no forno, com o que leva um gajo a mandar uma mensagem no ‘day after’ a explicar que há coisas que precisam de ser resolvidas antes que novas pessoas entrem em cena. é a típica mensagem ‘he's just not that into you’, mas em modo despropositado porque que te lembres também não deste sinais de que</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2949267769679898127</id><published>2010-08-13T15:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:57:31.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>das paixões platónicas [ii]</title><summary type='text'>[Sheryl Nields]continuo a achar que não há melhor cinto de castidade que uma depilação por fazer, entretanto fui mimar-me à hora do almoço, para esquecer as desgraças das últimas 24 horas, e comprei lingerie. mesmo que não se veja uma mulher deve estar composta. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2949267769679898127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2949267769679898127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2949267769679898127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2949267769679898127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/abstinencia.html' title='das paixões platónicas [ii]'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TGVT9BLQtJI/AAAAAAAAAII/fX72zkYa4rk/s72-c/41506_digise185_scarlett_johansson_122_370lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-8685591136549208108</id><published>2010-08-13T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:55:20.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>great expectations</title><summary type='text'>acho que já vejo o rato a sair da montanha. mas posso estar só a ser pessimista e não ser nada disto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8685591136549208108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8685591136549208108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8685591136549208108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8685591136549208108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-expectations.html' title='great expectations'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4805280379766801672</id><published>2010-08-12T19:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:18:54.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>control+alt-del</title><summary type='text'>o meu computador acaba de abrir uma janela com uma mensagem de erro: catastrophic failure. fiquei sem saber se era um problema dele ou um 'status' para a minha vida. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4805280379766801672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4805280379766801672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4805280379766801672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4805280379766801672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/controlalt-del.html' title='control+alt-del'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-6590870432373664877</id><published>2010-08-12T11:26:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:03:01.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>comecei o dia a roubar um poema</title><summary type='text'> [Istvan Labady]I wish you were here, dear,I wish you were here.I wish you sat on the sofaand I sat near.the handkerchief could be yours,the tear could be mine, chin-bound.Though it could be, of course,the other way around.I wish you were here, dear,I wish you were here.I wish we were in my car,and you'd shift the gear.we'd find ourselves elsewhere,on an unknown shore.Or else we'd repairTo where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/6590870432373664877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-4670160410992689398</id><published>2010-08-11T13:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:32:05.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>repost</title><summary type='text'>este post voltou a fazer todo o sentido. e cada vez estou mais convencida que não tenho idade para isto. chiça!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4670160410992689398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4670160410992689398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4670160410992689398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4670160410992689398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/repost.html' title='repost'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-8324868116088673671</id><published>2010-08-11T11:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:05:51.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cold feet</title><summary type='text'>ando a servir de cobaia em experiências literárias, coisa que até me dá um certo gozo, porque a criatura escreve bem. o problema é que depois de ler aquilo as palavras não me saem pela ponta dos dedos, os homenzinhos minúsculos que por lá andam ficam constrangidos e acham que não tem nada para dizer. mesmo que pudessem contar as noites de esplanada com muitas gargalhadas e uma cumplicidade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/8324868116088673671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=8324868116088673671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8324868116088673671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/8324868116088673671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/cold-feet.html' title='cold feet'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4222578749357185055</id><published>2010-08-06T01:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:50:03.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a people person</title><summary type='text'>[let's keep it simple, sob pena deste anuário não ter nem mais uma entrada]foi um mês demasiado cheio, de gente, de coisas novas, de geografias novas e velhas, foi um mês demasiado cheio de gargalhadas, sorrisos, lágrimas envergonhadas, foi um mês de novos sabores, de novos cheiros, foi um mês de coração cheio e coração apertado, foi um mês com demasiadas histórias. junho é um mês bom, e este que</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2954337124889924838</id><published>2010-08-06T01:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:37:47.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o maior desmancha-prazeres ou como há coisas em que sou muito gajo</title><summary type='text'>[Mary McCartney]"o orgasmo é o maior dos desmancha-prazeres", diz José Ângelo Gaiarsa, psicoterapeuta brasileiro. porquê? "Quando o casal chega ao orgasmo, acaba tudo. o homem vira para o lado e cochila. e a mulher reclama." [In Expresso do último sábado]quem é que no seu perfeito juízo quer mesmo conversar?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2954337124889924838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2954337124889924838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2954337124889924838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2954337124889924838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-maior-desmancha-prazeres-ou-como-ha.html' title='o maior desmancha-prazeres ou como há coisas em que sou muito gajo'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_M0h59W1eCmI/SuzQal-ymvI/AAAAAAAACmk/3axzt29BkJo/s72-c/Mary_McCartney_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-8194138366189743449</id><published>2010-07-28T00:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:25:13.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é capaz de demorar um bocado</title><summary type='text'>[Jake Chessum]ainda não fechamos a porta, não pedimos insolvência, não despedimos o pessoal. só estamos a organizar ideias. foi um mês demasiado cheio.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-2260868062667293183</id><published>2010-07-16T15:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:40:25.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>às vezes devia ficar deitada</title><summary type='text'>Uma nêsperaestava na camadeitadamuito caladaa vero que aconteciachegou a Velhae disseolha uma nêsperae zás comeu-aé o que aconteceàs nêsperasque ficam deitadascaladasa esperaro que acontecemário henrique leiria [oferecido pelo miguel]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/2260868062667293183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=2260868062667293183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2260868062667293183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/2260868062667293183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-vezes-devia-ficar-deitada.html' title='às vezes devia ficar deitada'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1404694400758497564.post-4031137429873126227</id><published>2010-07-16T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:57:19.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>há coisas que não se dizem, fazem-se</title><summary type='text'>[mas também podem ser lidas, com uma capa genial]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/4031137429873126227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=4031137429873126227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4031137429873126227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/4031137429873126227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-coisas-que-nao-se-dizem-fazem-se.html' title='há coisas que não se dizem, fazem-se'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_zqeHj_mpnSk/TEAeoQ5M0pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bMUSjcslC7Q/s72-c/grantasex-jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-8759188360527488091</id><published>2010-07-16T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:04:22.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>estou que não posso</title><summary type='text'>e se de repente, sem aviso, como todas as coisas boas que acontecem na vida, se vissem perante a possibilidade de realizar o maior dos desejos, um sonho antigo, daqueles que remontam ao princípio dos dias e das noites, seriam capazes de aguentar o embate, manter os pés no chão, controlar o riso e as lágrimas, e manter a compostura?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404694400758497564.post-918275346236157247</id><published>2010-07-06T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:59:00.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dicionário dos medos</title><summary type='text'>"Tememos a morte, sim. Mas nenhum medo é maior que aquele que sentimos da vida cheia, da vida vivida a todo o peito."Jesusalém, Mia Couto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/feeds/918275346236157247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1404694400758497564&amp;postID=918275346236157247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/918275346236157247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404694400758497564/posts/default/918275346236157247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem-avisos.blogspot.com/2010/07/dicionario-dos-medos.html' title='dicionário dos medos'/><author><name>Sal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02527783132603245679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
