tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48614100327948698842024-02-08T02:25:48.392+00:00Cavaleiro VilãoJornaLUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-37567221159025262962013-01-08T13:39:00.000+00:002013-01-08T13:39:00.095+00:00<strong>Mudanças.</strong> Cansado desta vida, regresso à <a href="http://abencerragem.blogspot.com/">casa-mãe</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-87993570157584980842013-01-08T00:29:00.000+00:002013-01-08T00:29:07.859+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Love For Sale</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-37730302738619538312013-01-07T13:43:00.000+00:002013-01-07T13:43:00.857+00:00<div align="justify">
<strong>Em cabelo. </strong>Já disse mal , por diversas vezes, de Balsemão, a propósito da sua tv, que considero, no geral, abaixo de cão. Com o seu jornal, o <em>Expresso</em>, é diferente. Tiro-lhe o meu chapéu: não é para todos fazer um jornal daqueles ao longo de 40 anos. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-42021789317414923602013-01-05T02:52:00.001+00:002013-01-05T02:52:36.448+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Maravilhoso<a href="http://www.quino.com.ar/"> Quino</a>!</div>
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<i>Crucificação </i>(do retábulo de Issenheim, 1512-16)</div>
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Museu de Unterlinden, Colmar</div>
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<b>Último filme do ano. </b>Paternidade <i>oblige</i>, e ainda bem.</div>
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no sé tu nombre / sólo sé la mirada / con que lo dices</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mario Benedetti</span></div>
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<i>Alone Together</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-68793737880872968842012-12-30T02:08:00.000+00:002012-12-30T02:13:29.836+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Pressas. </b>Irrita-me esta mania que a imprensa tem de fazer balanços do ano antes de tempo. Ontem morreu o Paulo Rocha, de quem só vi, creio, o esplêndido «A Ilha dos Amores». Logo, quem daqui a uns anos folhear a «Revista» do Expresso não encontra a referência devida. Minhoquices? Claro que não. Quem for ver os balanços de 1989, não encontrará menção à revolução romena e à queda e execução de Ceausescu... É concorrência ou é só estupidez, porra?!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-44979379189960669102012-12-29T17:59:00.004+00:002012-12-29T17:59:34.907+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>So It Goes</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-29058148433140958272012-12-28T23:37:00.000+00:002012-12-28T23:38:36.124+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Livros. </b>Agora pelo Natal, à cata de presentes para oferecer, escaparates iluminados pelos livros da Nigella. Apeteceu-me trazê-los todos.</div>
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<i>Reptilia</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-61656148370583974182012-12-27T17:30:00.000+00:002012-12-27T17:30:08.511+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Prenez Garde à la Peinture </i>(1919)</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(<a href="http://blogos-haha.blogspot.pt/2010_06_01_archive.html">imagem</a>)</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-28548547337041558412012-12-27T02:07:00.002+00:002012-12-27T02:07:40.566+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<i>If We Were Words (We Would Rhyme)</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-67198614972242332072012-12-26T17:52:00.001+00:002012-12-26T17:52:35.022+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Ditados</b> -- Passado o Natal, e entrando de novo no visco, o "Caso Artur Baptista da Silva", alegado burlão, só me trouxe à memória o adágio "Deus escreve direito por linhas tortas." Ponto final. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-42435154114041121392012-12-24T19:48:00.002+00:002012-12-24T19:48:33.990+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<i>The Christmas Song</i></div>
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<i>White Christmas</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-77981011815724632522012-12-23T16:49:00.001+00:002012-12-23T16:49:40.435+00:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">[um poema inédito do meu amigo Fernando Jorge Fabião]</span><br />
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O que sobra do que lês<br />
e no interior da pele<br />
anuncia o pavio cego da escrita?<br />
o que permanece e gratamente invocas<br />
no alvoroço do amor?<br />
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Como iluminar a face nua<br />
das coisas<br />
para usofruto exclusivo da atenção?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-68602910930256441442012-12-23T16:46:00.000+00:002012-12-23T17:46:31.269+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Feliz Natal!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Chris Harper</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.pinupcartoongirls.com/2012/12/happy-holidays-2013.html#more">(daqui)</a></span></div>
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<i>Églantine de ma Jeunesse</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-91089484012469888152012-12-21T19:39:00.000+00:002012-12-21T19:39:00.379+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><strong>É Natal, é Natal - </strong>O negócio para a TAP era óptimo, diz o Governo, mas suspendeu-o porque a isso foi obrigado. Obrigado. Neste emmeio, o PCP propõe a criação no Parlamento dum grupo de trabalho para acompanhamento do processo do (des)Acordo Ortográfico. Obrigado. Com tantos mimos, só pode ser Natal. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861410032794869884.post-35437136905094095292012-12-21T19:30:00.000+00:002012-12-21T19:30:01.086+00:00<div align="justify">
asquerosa, à que se erguia, rebrilhando, em altos adejos, como se pretendesse romper a eterna submissão.</div>
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Ao enxergar a abelha, quisera salvá-la, capturando-a para a devolver à vida e à liberdade, no Funchal. O estojo do perfume surgira como um recurso. Abrira-o, tirara-lhe o frasco e, devagarinho, colocara a sua parte inferior sobre ela, esperando que, ao sentir-se presa, se agarrase ao cartão. Não acontecera, porém, assim. Logo que ele retirara a caixa, a abelha voejara, sem rumo, pousa aqui, pousa ali, até se quedar numa das vigas do tecto. Beliche acima, distendendo os braços, perseguiu-a. Os esforços perdiam-se inutilmente. Ela fugia-lhe sempre, como se recusasse a vida que ele lhe oferecia e, contudo, fugia-lhe para viver. Ele encontrava-se já cansado e sem</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Ferreira de Castro, <em>Eternidade </em>(1933), 14.ª edição, Lisboa, Guimarães Editores, 1989, p. 25, ls. 1-12.</span></div>
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<i>Time To Pretend</i></div>
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<i>Don't Cry Sister</i></div>
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<strong>A má pesso</strong><strong>a do ano, a propósito da Pessoa do Ano da<em> Time</em> - </strong>Para eles, norte-americanos, e para nós. Quem mais houvera de ser?... </div>
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Claro que se a escolha incidisse sobre a má pessoa do ano, teria de ser o senhor doutor Bashar al-Assad que, de bom, só tem a mulher --, por mais tremeliques que nos provoquem os avanços das Al-Qaedas (da mesma forma que a travagem dos imigrantes oriundos da África Subsaariana se processou graças à vigilância do cão de guarda de que a Europa se serviu, o grotesco Kadafi). </div>
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Eu sei que os inimigos dos nossos inimigos nossos amigos s(er)ão -- referindo-me por inimigos à corja fundamentalista, não aos imigrantes, é claro --; mas, por deus, triste conforto, amaraga tranquilidade garantidos à custa do sofrimento alheio. </div>
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