<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 05:16:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Apoteose do Non Sense</title><description>Eu não sou um blog, sou um iogurte assassino</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>521</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-4030273438116835983</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T23:41:26.892+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;imaginem dois passos de mágica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-4030273438116835983?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/imaginem-dois-passos-de-mgica.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-1775629353465492253</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-08T23:57:53.193+01:00</atom:updated><title>Respondam a esta difícil questão e provem o quão bem me conhecem</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quanto mede o meu indicador?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-1775629353465492253?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/respondam-esta-difcil-questo-e-provem-o.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7260551934853412619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-08T18:39:20.559+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;um &lt;em&gt;codec&lt;/em&gt; raro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7260551934853412619?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-codec-raro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-1375198288937243937</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-08T01:45:54.834+01:00</atom:updated><title>Chantagem Emocional</title><description>"&lt;em&gt;mana, EU já desliguei o msn. agora EU só vou dormir quando TU fores também.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-1375198288937243937?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/chantagem-emocional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-5887751054792479422</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-08T00:26:19.740+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dar Utilidade ao Belogue II</title><description>por acaso alguém tem irmãos mais novos, assim entre os 7 e os 12, que também tenham msn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-5887751054792479422?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/dar-utilidade-ao-belogue-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-385604851156568425</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T16:56:01.148+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>(o msn é tão bom para atirar balões de água à minha irmã xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-385604851156568425?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-msn-to-bom-para-atirar-bales-de-gua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7142721335350574340</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T16:13:18.549+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dar Utilidade ao Belogue</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a minha irmã pediu-me que lhe crie um email sem ser com o nome dela. sugestões?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7142721335350574340?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/dar-utilidade-ao-belogue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-1944250383123333085</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T02:32:44.415+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;em&gt;(...) Se um dia pudesse adquirir um rasgo tão grande de expressão, que concentrasse toda a arte em mim, escreveria uma apoteose do sono. Não sei de prazer maior, em toda a minha vida, que poder dormir. O apagamento integral da vida e da alma, o afastamento completo de tudo quanto é seres e gente, a noite sem memória nem ilusão, o não ter passado nem futuro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(algures no&lt;em&gt; Livro do Desassossego&lt;/em&gt;, Bernardo Soares)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-1944250383123333085?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7617068673748647203</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T02:27:38.091+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(quando é que se deseja exactamente uma boa páscoa?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7617068673748647203?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-que-se-deseja-exactamente-uma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-6750067576419935316</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T16:37:37.713+01:00</atom:updated><title>Lista de Compras</title><description>&lt;li&gt;caderno de bolso.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-6750067576419935316?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/lista-de-compras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7876286461530347049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T04:12:01.948+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/nunohipolito/05%20opiário.mp3" width="80" height="25" type="audio/mpeg" loop="false" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(soam as 4 da manhã. que melhor companhia que Álvaro de Campos?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opiário, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=91010146"&gt;Wordsong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7876286461530347049?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/soam-as-4-da-manh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-1546831019570509491</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T03:33:44.758+01:00</atom:updated><title>Acerca dos Fones</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os fones foram, sem sombra de dúvida, um dos melhores inventos de sempre. A condição de ingressar no universo da música e cerrar os ouvidos aos ruídos do mundo é suprema. Alguns perguntar-se-iam como seria perpetuá-la. Desprezo-os, um por um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-1546831019570509491?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/acerca-dos-fones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-5265327342613972787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T05:42:52.788Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/RhWWaDovymI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cd01DQApsAc/s1600-h/cg.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050107931562855010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/RhWWaDovymI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cd01DQApsAc/s400/cg.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-5265327342613972787?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/RhWWaDovymI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cd01DQApsAc/s72-c/cg.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-8384903213214681216</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-05T23:08:43.973+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;imaginem um cubo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-8384903213214681216?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/imaginem-um-cubo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-2436834116977553005</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-04T17:56:46.784+01:00</atom:updated><title>"vês, mana, assim ocupa menos espaço =D"</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a minha irmã decidiu dar um jeitinho ao meu ambiente de trabalho durante a minha ausência. e fez um admirável trabalho, isto está mesmo arrumadinho. restam apenas quatro ícones: "o meu computador", "os meus documentos", "reciclagem" e "coisas da esfinge". definitivamente, tenho que pedir umas dicas acerca de organização à minha irmã - em especial quando ela cria atalhos para todos os meus textos e elimina os ficheiros originais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-2436834116977553005?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/vs-mana-assim-ocupa-menos-espao-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-1473699639116371474</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-04T14:12:16.849+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;já viste, Têó? felizmente não foste gerado em território russo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-1473699639116371474?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/j-viste-t-felizmente-no-foste-gerado-em.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-4550760852564209011</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-04T04:21:19.458+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a minha mãe acaba de me 'pedir' que desligue o pc. desenganem-se, hoje vou mesmo obedecer. amanhã tenho dentista cedo. às três e meia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-4550760852564209011?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/minha-me-acaba-de-me-pedir-que-desligue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7822805023607881437</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T14:51:20.998+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hipértese de ser; ser hipértese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7822805023607881437?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiprtese-de-ser-ser-hiprtese.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-297067579721822698</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T14:04:34.296+01:00</atom:updated><title>O Manah manah, dos Marretas</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55XrCXpJP5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55XrCXpJP5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cujo desfecho 'irreverente' inspirou novas atitudes perante a vida xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-297067579721822698?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-manah-manah-dos-marretas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-6258502462299768256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T14:05:19.949+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/44-eTs4qU54"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/44-eTs4qU54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cá está, bastante educativo. como a rua sésamo pode ensinar a "minha melhor amiga" a viver consigo própria, hã? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-6258502462299768256?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/c-est.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-2004390560284244636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T03:00:03.391+01:00</atom:updated><title>Boas Memórias</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gosto muito da rua sésamo. um programa infantil bastante divertido e educativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-2004390560284244636?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/gosto-muito-da-rua-ssamo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-7250830413573746039</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T02:21:18.956+01:00</atom:updated><title>Posta 500</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ponto alto do meu belogue: cada vez mais non-sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-7250830413573746039?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/posta-500.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-3655379615653541365</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-02T18:39:11.189+01:00</atom:updated><title>The Servant - Orchestra</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8A5Z8HLjZl0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8A5Z8HLjZl0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tradução da parte "&lt;i&gt;come and get me if you can&lt;/i&gt;": as minhas caretas são melhores que as vossas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-3655379615653541365?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/traduo-da-parte-come-and-get-me-if-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-4856059072952337526</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T05:42:52.989Z</atom:updated><title>Uma bonita história de coragem - numa livraria perto de si</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um adolescente deprimido, porque toda a gente gozava com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ão pah, porque é que estás a chorar?&lt;/span&gt; - perguntei&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque toda a gente goza comigo, dizem, "ahahahah tu és um frango arraçado de pinguim, ahahahah, que engraçado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estou a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E depois vêm ter comigo e dizem "ahahahah sabes o que comi hoje ao almoço, sabes, sabes, sabes? UM FRANGO ASSSADO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu, epá, fico triste, possa pah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois, é... mau, é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha vida não faz sentido assim, possa pah... Eu até tenho vergonha de sair à rua sóbrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Então, mas pensa: tu tens uma crista invejável, nunca ninguém vai conseguir igualar a tua perseverança em passar duas horas a puxar o cabelo com afinco, pondo em risco a sobrevivência do último neurónio alojado no interior do crânio. E isto, sem sequer vacilar, hã? É de homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iiii, Esfinge, pois é!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vê lá se os adolescentes de hoje em dia se preocupam em honrar os atavismos, preocupam, preocupam? Pois é, não preocupam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iiii, Esfinge, pois é!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desde aquele colóquio que a vida do meu amigo mudou. Ele deixou de estar deprimido, desenvolveu uma nova atitude perante a vida e, contra todas as expectativas, até aprendeu uma frase nova, reveladora do seu inabalável estoicismo: "&lt;em&gt;who cares?&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrevistado, há dias, no seu programa televisivo favorito, confessou a Manuel Luís Goucha e Cristina Ferreira, acerca do efeito daquele nosso diálogo na sua vida: "&lt;em&gt;Daí a minha necessidade de chamá-la 'Deusa', algo extra-humano ou Divino, praticamente impossível de existir,mas que existe.&lt;/em&gt;", epíteto que ainda hoje mantém orgulhosamente no seu blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu amigo foi questionado acerca de que forma podia a TVI ajudá-lo, e revelou, após ter asseverado o seu gosto pela série Morangos com Açúcar: "&lt;em&gt;eu gosto muito de representar... e tenho talento. Assim pa fazer de macaco ou uma coisa parecida. Tenho mesmo!&lt;/em&gt;" e, relatou, entusiasmado "&lt;em&gt;no outro dia fiz um 'bater-no-peito-comós-macacos' e toda a gente:uau, este gajo é mesmo um macaco&lt;/em&gt;", deixando mesmo a plateia em delírio com uma veemente demonstração.&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, quando apareci eu, com o projecto de um livro a relatar toda a sua história (uma surpresa que preparámos para homenagear o meu amigo), ele comentou, muito emocionado, assim que viu a capa: “&lt;em&gt;wow...i think i'm laying my eyes on a future nobel prize!&lt;/em&gt;” e garantiu mesmo, sorridente, "&lt;em&gt;tou com sono, mas nao tou bebado!&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, que mais posso eu dizer? Resta-me deixar-vos com a capa do referido livro, para poderem adquirir o vosso antes que esgote, e se poderem inspirar também a olhar a vida com outros olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os meus melhores cumprimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esfinge (a autora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/Rg_M5rV5yyI/AAAAAAAAABk/7FxA5LTgLqQ/s1600-h/fanganito.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048478998564817698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/Rg_M5rV5yyI/AAAAAAAAABk/7FxA5LTgLqQ/s400/fanganito.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-4856059072952337526?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/uma-bonita-histria-de-coragem-numa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acq9bKTAviA/Rg_M5rV5yyI/AAAAAAAAABk/7FxA5LTgLqQ/s72-c/fanganito.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30175625.post-4167988486513522781</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-01T13:05:54.181+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;porque é que agora toda a gente tem no nick "&lt;em&gt;carameeeelo!!! biscoooooito!!! chocolaaaaaaate!!!&lt;/em&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30175625-4167988486513522781?l=apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apoteose-do-non-sense.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque-que-agora-toda-gente-tem-no-nick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Esfinge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>