<?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-5619731</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:04.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras insurrectas</title><subtitle type='html'>Posts de Pescada</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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>1634</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5214907912447839565</id><published>2009-01-02T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:40:32.024Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mudei de casa. A partir de hoje, vou estar aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5214907912447839565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5214907912447839565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mudei-de-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4568346002852039118</id><published>2008-12-31T11:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:43:18.862Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigourney Weaver: No we musn’t! God is everywhereGene Hackman: Yes he is, isn’t he? Nosy bastard!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4568346002852039118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4568346002852039118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigourney-weaver-no-we-musnt-god-is.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1396376433976127028</id><published>2008-12-30T15:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:11:53.498Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freddie Hubbard - 1961-2008</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1396376433976127028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1396376433976127028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/freddie-hubbard-1961-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SVo559OLugI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VKvEtezdBDY/s72-c/Freddie_Hubbard_1976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6076976975921240068</id><published>2008-12-29T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:18:20.889Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série nomes animalescos – Amélia Muge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6076976975921240068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6076976975921240068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-srie-nomes-animalescos-amlia-muge.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5394205484147831753</id><published>2008-12-28T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:00:51.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«Este é, como sabem, um dos grande prémios da ciência: conceder o nome do cientista a uma descoberta sua. Neste caso, Gariel Falópio atingiu a glória mais alta: ficou intimamente associado à intimidade da anatomia feminina. Conseguiu assim o que talvez mais ninguém tenha conseguido na ancestral história dos homens: passou à eternidade dentro das mulheres.»Nada de melancolia, Pedro Mexia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5394205484147831753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5394205484147831753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/este-como-sabem-um-dos-grande-prmios-da.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-136345527318045679</id><published>2008-12-26T17:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:13:47.551Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Música no Coração foi despromovido de dia 25 para dia 26.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/136345527318045679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/136345527318045679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-msica-no-corao-foi-despromovido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5269114122227645039</id><published>2008-12-25T11:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:10:09.322Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os meus pais tiveram uma empregada - que me perguntou, uma vez, se eu gostava da Mári Quére. Demorei talvez uns cinco minutos a perceber, por entre descrições, exemplificações e desafinanços. E respondi-lhe, claro está: “Então não gosto?! Claro que gosto!”.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5269114122227645039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5269114122227645039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-meus-pais-tiveram-uma-empregada-que.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2027351606340126967</id><published>2008-12-24T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:20:08.111Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«A arte não é assim tão importante para nós, independentemente daquilo em que gostaríamos de acreditar. Portanto, devíamos deixar de nos enganar a nós mesmos e admitirmos que simplesmente não amamos «a arte pela arte». É frequente o nosso amor pela arte ser bastante temporário e depender dos nossos estados de espírito, isto para além de estar subordinado à nossa procura de uma auto-imagem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2027351606340126967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2027351606340126967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-no-assim-to-importante-para-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4687494596430987127</id><published>2008-12-23T14:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:33:23.675Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We put the fun in funeral – Slogan de uma funerária num episódio dos Simpsons.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4687494596430987127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4687494596430987127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-put-fun-in-funeral-slogan-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-438517936817871611</id><published>2008-12-22T08:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:37:44.365Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Essas badalhocas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/438517936817871611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/438517936817871611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/essas-badalhocas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4452496506014584003</id><published>2008-12-21T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:50:26.674Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas benesses da crise – o marcador da quantidade de gasóleo abastecido voltou a andar mais depressa, ainda que marginalmente, que o do respectivo custo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4452496506014584003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4452496506014584003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/algumas-benesses-da-crise-o-marcador-da.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1956674449440477095</id><published>2008-12-20T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:03:09.368Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acerca de reuniões de planeamento – satélites do verbo “resvalar”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1956674449440477095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1956674449440477095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/acerca-de-reunies-de-planeamento.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6063747532172830742</id><published>2008-12-19T08:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:50:21.811Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ir para uma reunião sem levar umas folhas e uma caneta dá mau aspecto. Levar as folhas e a caneta e não escrever nada é ainda pior: dá a noção que as levámos só para não dar mau aspecto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6063747532172830742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6063747532172830742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/ir-para-uma-reunio-sem-levar-umas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6334877695256465344</id><published>2008-12-18T13:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:12:25.602Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neste preciso momento, o Tony Carreira ocupa a primeira posição do Top Fnac de música. O álbum chama-se “O homem que sou”.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6334877695256465344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6334877695256465344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/neste-preciso-momento-o-tony-carreira.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6961427132713961432</id><published>2008-12-18T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:24:14.662Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não resisto a mostrar a palma de uma mão - a um condutor que pare numa passadeira para me deixar parar. Não sou de maneira nenhuma o único, há para aí imensa gente a fazer o mesmo. E não faz muito sentido porque enquanto peão tenho o direito a que o trânsito pare para eu poder atravessar a estrada. Não consigo, no entanto, não agradecer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6961427132713961432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6961427132713961432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-resisto-mostrar-palma-de-uma-mo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-328292493440806880</id><published>2008-12-17T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:01:07.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre a eficiência da Carris – apanhar um autocarro cujo destino, em letras garrafais, é Caselas e ser comodamente deixado mesmo à porta de casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/328292493440806880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/328292493440806880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobre-eficincia-da-carris-apanhar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3143567781287286198</id><published>2008-12-16T13:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:37:14.769Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tinha um casamento tão feliz - que resolveu divorciar-se só para poder casar-se novamente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3143567781287286198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3143567781287286198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/tinha-um-casamento-to-feliz-que.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2863036574808593225</id><published>2008-12-15T16:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:11:43.991Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há quem diga que escrever um romance é o mais complicado. Outros há que acusam o texto dramático de demasiada complexidade. Ainda outra estirpe que apontam o dedo para a escrita destinada a crianças. Eu cá acho que não deve haver nada de pior que escrever um dicionário.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2863036574808593225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2863036574808593225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-quem-diga-que-escrever-um-romance-o.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7060226636109746133</id><published>2008-12-14T10:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:02:58.124Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«For seven years I lived in L.A., where I worked at a job I didn’t like very much. After a while, it made me not like myself very much. It got to the point where I only went to the office for the air-conditioning and the free coffee. But after I gave up coffee, it seemed pretty pointless to go in at all.»True Tales of American Life, Paul Auster (ed)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7060226636109746133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7060226636109746133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-seven-years-i-lived-in-l.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7199154671016361262</id><published>2008-12-13T18:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:06:42.851Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O cúmulo da mafiosidade - só comer pratos de polvo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7199154671016361262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7199154671016361262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-cmulo-da-mafiosidade-s-comer-pratos.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4105739792550144452</id><published>2008-12-10T17:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:37:11.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andy Roddick beat me with a frying pan - E a particularidade de ganhar um set com os parciais de 7-4.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4105739792550144452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4105739792550144452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/andy-roddick-beat-me-with-frying-pan-e.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5343517052160295777</id><published>2008-12-08T16:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:42:40.251Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chamava-se Lena e era uma exímia nadadora, fruto da assiduidade com que frequentava aulas de natação desde a mais tenra idade. E então, colegas e professores chamavam-lhe Lena de água.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5343517052160295777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5343517052160295777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/chamava-se-lena-e-era-uma-exmia.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7494808056542216005</id><published>2008-12-07T15:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:22:54.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caro Pai Natal - Era um destes, se faz favor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7494808056542216005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7494808056542216005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/caro-pai-natal-era-um-destes-se-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1195160027225579509</id><published>2008-12-07T14:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:35:24.635Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A confirmação de que o mundo do futebol é bastante pindérico - o vencedor do prémio de melhor jogador tem o nome de Cristiano Ronaldo e o que ocupa a segunda posição é o Leonel. Ou Lionel ou o raio-ca-parta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1195160027225579509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1195160027225579509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/confirmao-de-que-o-mundo-do-futebol.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6093725522952742995</id><published>2008-12-07T11:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:42:39.758Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escrevo como se falasseContigoEstás aquiFolha de papel branca, vincada, amachucadaEscutas-me, ouves-meEscrevo-te como se te dissesseOuve-me, escuta-meE é como se estivesses aquiComigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6093725522952742995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6093725522952742995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/escrevo-como-se-falasse-contigo-ests.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6310076587330204461</id><published>2008-12-06T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:09:06.328Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Jesus said to John, "Come forth and you shall receive eternal life," but John came fifth and received a toaster... via e-mail da J.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6310076587330204461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6310076587330204461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-jesus-said-to-john-come-forth-and.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8181583816686481667</id><published>2008-11-29T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:05:06.652Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Na Nigéria temos quase 150 milhões de habitantes. É uma sorte ser seleccionado para representar o país, daí que quando eu, o Sylvester Omodiale e o Wilson Ogbeide viemos já tínhamos a ideia de não voltar. Nestes campeonatos foge muita gente, então, o presidente da federação tirou os passaportes à equipa. Alugámos um quarto numa pensão no Rossio, mesmo ao pé da polícia, pensávamos que aí não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8181583816686481667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8181583816686481667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/na-nigria-temos-quase-150-milhes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5636485049693863832</id><published>2008-11-17T16:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:29:58.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>À lista que inclui os tipos de turismo rural, cultural, desportivo, espiritual, aventura, sexual e raio-ca-parta, há agora que incluir um novo: o turismo de salvação. Financeira, claro está. Já há, inclusivamente, vários países candidatos a liderar o topo da tabela dos destinos de eleição.Mas nenhum consegui, até agora, destronar a Islândia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5636485049693863832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5636485049693863832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/lista-que-inclui-os-tipos-de-turismo.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7603448868680067337</id><published>2008-11-14T10:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:31:19.141Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desde pequeno que sempre achei fascinante o tamanho da Rússia. Olhava para o mapa que havia na escola, daqueles que se desenrolavam e penduravam no topo do quadro, e ficava a comparar a diferença entre o nosso pequeno país e aquela bizarma que ia dum extremo da Europa até ao Japão.Faz-me confusão como se pode governar um país tão extenso. Se cá muitas vezes se diz que as pessoas que mandam a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7603448868680067337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7603448868680067337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/desde-pequeno-que-sempre-achei.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5378131575580218460</id><published>2008-11-13T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:38:41.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As razões apontadas são as mais variadas. Entre os cidadãos que receiam que Obama volte a proibir as armas de fogo, os que temem perder o direito a possuir pistolas e os que se preparam para um conflito racial, ouve-se de tudo um pouco. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5378131575580218460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5378131575580218460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-razes-apontadas-so-as-mais-variadas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6502721607338385481</id><published>2008-11-12T17:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:31:04.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que sem duvida falta nesta nova edição da Roda da Sorte - é a única e insubstituível Ruth Rita.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6502721607338385481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6502721607338385481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-sem-duvida-falta-nesta-nova-edio.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5287549395837664274</id><published>2008-11-11T17:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:18:37.295Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre ler autores janoneses – nunca sei se as personagens são do sexo masculino ou do feminino a partir do nome delas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5287549395837664274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5287549395837664274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobre-ler-autores-janoneses-nunca-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1834929898449278409</id><published>2008-11-08T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:12:19.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cascar na Sarah Palin - um quasi dever cívico.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1834929898449278409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1834929898449278409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/cascar-na-sarah-palin-um-quasi-dever.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-431626978852905763</id><published>2008-11-07T14:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:26:44.039Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabes por que é que ele toca um sopro?Huuumm, não...Porque é o (H)Ornette!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/431626978852905763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/431626978852905763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabes-por-que-que-ele-toca-um-sopro.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7644393432424662052</id><published>2008-11-05T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:29:01.642Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes we can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7644393432424662052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7644393432424662052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SRGtkuHeP8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ejK5j83jF7o/s72-c/election_night_14_426236a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7993685553238920997</id><published>2008-11-05T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:27:06.431Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7993685553238920997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7993685553238920997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SRGtCZXpvHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pGKRrrPumbo/s72-c/map.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5921256398924192110</id><published>2008-11-04T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:47:05.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“A (...) vai baixar os preços da gasolina em (...) cêntimos por litro e do gasóleo em (...) cêntimos a partir da meia-noite. A petrolífera justifica esta descida com a evolução do preço do crude nos mercados internacionais.”Dois comentários:1 – Não precisam justificar descidas de preços. Precisam é de justificar a magnitude das descidas face àquilo que proporcionalmente subiriam caso a evolução </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5921256398924192110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5921256398924192110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2555626313146088463</id><published>2008-11-03T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:20:20.797Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sobre intervalos entre andamentos – as pessoas precisam mesmo muito de tossir e pigarrear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2555626313146088463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2555626313146088463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobre-intervalos-entre-andamentos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8003411951656907107</id><published>2008-11-02T18:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:00:41.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encore une foie – a expressão francesa que os gansos mais detestam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8003411951656907107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8003411951656907107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/encore-une-foie-expresso-francesa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4262944310282406905</id><published>2008-10-31T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:02:11.264Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais pequenos prazeres do ex-suburbano – Ter prazer na escolha e consequente compra de um despertador.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4262944310282406905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4262944310282406905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-pequenos-prazeres-do-ex-suburbano.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8421441198553178085</id><published>2008-10-30T15:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:05:33.262Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dicas para lidar com a hiperinflação 1 - “Always order two beers at the start, lest their price go up while you are sitting at the bar”;2 – “Take buses rather than taxis, because in a bus you pay at the start”The end of poverty, Jeffrey Sachs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8421441198553178085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8421441198553178085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/dicas-para-lidar-com-hiperinflao-1.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3318927463100434411</id><published>2008-10-29T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:45:37.819Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E quando a sua vida chegou a um ponto em que nada de novo acontecia - percebeu que teria que começar a viver do passado. E então começou a escrever as suas memórias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3318927463100434411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3318927463100434411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-quando-sua-vida-chegou-um-ponto-em.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3783307403697438332</id><published>2008-10-28T14:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:47:04.773Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lady is a TrumpIvanka Trump</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3783307403697438332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3783307403697438332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-is-trump-ivanka-trump.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SQclldYu1lI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cI3pWy0R6tY/s72-c/Ivanka%2520Trump%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7101839854211242657</id><published>2008-10-27T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:45:27.911Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bruxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7101839854211242657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7101839854211242657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/bruxo.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3400517190920238108</id><published>2008-10-26T13:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:03:40.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nos bastidoresMcCain partiu para a guerra com a ajuda da sua filha Megan, que o acompanhou pelo país todo, documentando a experiência no seu blog.O Obama não ficou atrás e, uma vez que é demasiado novo para ter uma filha da faixa etária da Megan, adoptou uma girl.O apoio desta última fez-se sentir logo por altura das primárias, como a seguinte fotografia tão bem ilustra.Enfim, falta pouco mais de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3400517190920238108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3400517190920238108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/nos-bastidores-mccain-partiu-para.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SQR2gmu7hII/AAAAAAAAAL0/wvFTmNWrFNk/s72-c/megan_mccain1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-503789397984377164</id><published>2008-10-25T19:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:21:33.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Race to the White House - de acordo com as relativa e estranhamente optimistas sondagens</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/503789397984377164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/503789397984377164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/race-to-white-house.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SQNi2UCrfiI/AAAAAAAAALs/XQS_yCm6APc/s72-c/art_obama_headshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4254399628912079230</id><published>2008-10-25T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:50:49.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se há horas vagas – onde estão as horas ondas?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4254399628912079230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4254399628912079230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-h-horas-vagas-onde-esto-as-horas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6983674880230751384</id><published>2008-10-24T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:23:01.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A língua inglesa: esse alemão refinado. Ou em como os bifes são cínicos. Em alemão:Lust - desejoGift - veneno</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6983674880230751384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6983674880230751384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lngua-inglesa-esse-alemo-refinado.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2770279366358033007</id><published>2008-10-23T09:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:34:59.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«A TAP vai reduzir a sobretaxa de combustíveis, a partir de sexta-feira. Esta sobretaxa vai dexer para 32 euros nas ligações no Continente e Europa e nos voos de longo curso para 120 euros, disse hoje fonte oficial da transportadora aérea.»in O Público. Essa referência. Sem link, com recurso a copy e paste. Porque entretanto eles podem corrigir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2770279366358033007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2770279366358033007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/tap-vai-reduzir-sobretaxa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4483186646244792545</id><published>2008-10-22T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:00:11.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pequenos prazeres do ex-suburbano – ligar o rádio de manhã e ouvir o trânsito.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4483186646244792545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4483186646244792545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/pequenos-prazeres-do-ex-suburbano-ligar.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6193706003975337254</id><published>2008-10-21T10:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:59:33.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«I was out walking with two friends – the sun began to set – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue – black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed and endless scream passing through nature.»Edvard Munch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6193706003975337254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6193706003975337254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-out-walking-with-two-friends-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1774594776737949275</id><published>2008-10-20T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:04:37.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai ir e voltar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1774594776737949275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1774594776737949275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai-ir-e-voltar.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SPxlrJJu0oI/AAAAAAAAALk/m-x-YqIYM6g/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3026691494539386929</id><published>2008-10-19T13:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:27:31.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It takes one to know one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3026691494539386929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3026691494539386929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-takes-one-to-know-one.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2601539645656614108</id><published>2008-10-18T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:01:14.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nova Iorque à la carte - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2601539645656614108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2601539645656614108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/nova-iorque-la-carte.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SPoWJEtpjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/rNeZexO2-w0/s72-c/Nova+Iorque+592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8751068732936242219</id><published>2008-10-18T17:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:58:14.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nova Iorque em óleo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8751068732936242219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8751068732936242219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/nova-iorque-em-leo.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SPoVX_X0k7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/F0K33OiyBPI/s72-c/Nova+Iorque+162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2712598930511254614</id><published>2008-10-18T17:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:52:29.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O beco mais sombrio de Nova Iorque (nos dias que correm) -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2712598930511254614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2712598930511254614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-beco-mais-sombrio-de-nova-iorque-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SPoT-h4W_hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X9unISnU3PI/s72-c/Nova+Iorque+324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7413632273246888099</id><published>2008-10-17T12:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:03:51.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Com eleições à porta, o PS acobardou-se. E então resolveu fazer a fraca figura que fez: colocar o casamento homossexual na agenda e deixá-lo tropeçar e estatelar-se ao comprido na Assembleia. Afinal, falava ultimar este Orçamento de Estado e isso implica negociação, ou não fosse complicado comprar votos nos dias que correm. O PP aproveita sempre estes acontecimentos para soltar aquelas afirmações</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7413632273246888099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7413632273246888099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/com-eleies-porta-o-ps-acobardou-se.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4764357770002586698</id><published>2008-10-16T10:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:02:40.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma coisa é verdade. Ninguém pode acusar o Carlos Queirós de mentir. A primeira coisa que disse assim que chegou foi “comigo as coisas vão ser diferentes”. E vão.Não vamos à fase final do mundial. Copyright (e um abraço) devido(s) ao N.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4764357770002586698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4764357770002586698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-coisa-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2093182945993996015</id><published>2008-10-15T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:17:36.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não faz sentido falar em miolo de mexilhão ou de camarão. Se há coisa que aqueles bichinhos parecem é ser bastante acéfalos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2093182945993996015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2093182945993996015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-faz-sentido-falar-em-miolo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6928641665826680589</id><published>2008-10-14T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:55:52.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O mais assustador - de uma casa-de-banho num restaurante dos EUA são as chapas metálicas perto dos lavatórios onde se pode ler qualquer coisa como “employees must wash hands”.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6928641665826680589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6928641665826680589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-mais-assustador-de-uma-casa-de-banho.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7990693109037752810</id><published>2008-10-13T09:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:45:32.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As duas faixas do túnel de Lincoln - terminam numa das centenas de ruas transversais que cruzam a dúzia de avenidas e desenham os rectangulares “blocks”. A deslocação de ar do vidro aberto do taxista de Trinidad e Tobago é agradável naquele ambiente pesado devido à humidade. A perspectiva vertical da cidade está ainda encoberta: o nevoeiro esconde o topo dos edifícios esguios.O aspecto é o mesmo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7990693109037752810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7990693109037752810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-duas-faixas-do-tnel-de-lincoln.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-143630145940363649</id><published>2008-10-11T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:24:53.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nova Iorque nas alturas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/143630145940363649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/143630145940363649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/nova-iorque-nas-alturas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SPDENNBa_jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hWr7zI-miCs/s72-c/Nova+Iorque+563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-9096071301522114701</id><published>2008-10-10T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:33:35.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tinha sessenta anos mas ainda estava aí para as curvas. E então dizia-se uma sexygenária.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/9096071301522114701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/9096071301522114701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/tinha-sessenta-anos-mas-ainda-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4022142214371906897</id><published>2008-10-09T08:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:55:24.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blow me – Se algum dia, por acaso do destino, acabar a vender bonecas de insuflar, eis o slogan ideal para usar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4022142214371906897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4022142214371906897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blow-me-se-algum-dia-por-acaso-do.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3615827772979128580</id><published>2008-10-08T12:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:39:50.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este blog entrou em paragem cardio-respiratória. Vamos começar por tentar uma massagem cardíaca. Se não resultar, intensificamos com murraças no peito. No limite, temos sempre soluções químicas e desfibrilhadores.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3615827772979128580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3615827772979128580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/este-blog-entrou-em-paragem-cardio.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1240289317533100666</id><published>2008-09-23T12:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:16:45.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há dias em que a Pandora parece ter mais do que uma simples caixa. Antes um caixote grande ou um baú pesado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1240289317533100666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1240289317533100666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/h-dias-em-que-pandora-parece-ter-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8659839492714299061</id><published>2008-09-22T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:49:08.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não faz muito sentido que os tatuadores perguntem aos clientes se estão contentes com a tatuagem que acabaram de fazer. Não há propriamente muito que possam fazer se não gostarem do desenho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8659839492714299061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8659839492714299061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-faz-muito-sentido-que-os-tatuadores.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2235791321575819411</id><published>2008-09-21T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:01:17.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os amigos diziam-lhe, eufóricos, que ia entrar para a História com tamanho feito. Depois, ficavam atónitos, desconcertados perante a sua cara de desdém e incompreensão. E então perguntaram-lhe a razão de tamanho desinteresse e observaram enquanto os lábios dele desenharam a resposta:Mas se eu nem sequer me inscrevi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2235791321575819411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2235791321575819411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/os-amigos-diziam-lhe-eufricos-que-ia.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-864809591260384388</id><published>2008-09-20T21:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:38:41.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dos piores empregos - que podem arranjar a uma pessoa que sofre de rinite alérgica é trabalhar numa loja de tapetes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/864809591260384388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/864809591260384388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-dos-piores-empregos-que-podem.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4845316450835502849</id><published>2008-09-18T18:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:46:43.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Envoltos na ânsia - de mostrar aos outros que existem e são muita bons, estou convencido que os chineses terão feito uma triagem aos atletas com potencial olímpico e, àqueles que não tinham possibilidades de ir à edição normal, cortaram-lhes um braço ou uma perna para que pudessem ir aos paraolímpicos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4845316450835502849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4845316450835502849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/envoltos-na-nsia-de-mostrar-aos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5455338080281151692</id><published>2008-09-16T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:37:47.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Via tão mal - que dormia de óculos postos para que os seus sonhos tivessem imagens nítidas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5455338080281151692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5455338080281151692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/via-to-mal-que-dormia-de-culos-postos.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8312993555465278057</id><published>2008-09-14T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:33:47.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há já alguns - que não se ouvem as palmas nas cabines dos aviões que, carregados de emigrantes, se imobilizavam em segurança no asfalto da Portela. Nós riamo-nos porque achávamos bimbo: era uma espécie de garrafão de cinco litros das viagens aéreas, uma chouriça e bacalhau enfiados na mala. Lembro-me disto sempre que acaba uma aula de fitness e as pessoas batem palmas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8312993555465278057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8312993555465278057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/h-j-alguns-que-no-se-ouvem-as-palmas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2356080577009168251</id><published>2008-09-09T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:53:35.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Treuze</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2356080577009168251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2356080577009168251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/treuze.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SMZxt9tx1KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3ClhRfzfEYA/s72-c/Roger_Federer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-8587729141588154968</id><published>2008-08-31T13:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:56:39.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chamam sempre ao vencedor dos 100 metros o homem mais rápido do mundo. Está errado. Ele é o homem mais rápido do mundo mas a correr aquela distância. A correr os dez mil ou a maratona ao lado dos especialistas já não seria nada parecido com Lightning Bolt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8587729141588154968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/8587729141588154968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/chamam-sempre-ao-vencedor-dos-100.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1193149729740269362</id><published>2008-08-28T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:58:17.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No melhor pano«O Mercedes SLK prateado de Reinhold afasta-se de Bolzano a grande velocidade, encaminhando-se para as montanhas, rumo a Schloss Juval, o castelo onde vive. Um estranho porta-chaves balouça na ignição do carro: uma garra de animal, agarrada a uma mecha de pêlo cor de areia. “É uma garra de iéti”, explicou Reinhold, rindo. A Quarta Fase do itinerário de Messner pela vida foi dedicada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1193149729740269362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1193149729740269362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-melhor-pano-o-mercedes-slk-prateado.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3914005133492970849</id><published>2008-08-26T10:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:33:49.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No futebol há centrais, laterais defesas, médios defensivos, trincos, guarda-redes, pontas-de-lança, extremos, números-dez e décimo-segundo jogador; no andebol há guarda-redes, centrais, laterais, pontas e pivots; no basquetebol há os postes, os bases e os extremos, no voleibol há distribuidor; no rugby há pilar, segunda-linha, hooker, asa, ponta, fullback; no baseball há batters, pitchers.Só </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3914005133492970849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3914005133492970849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-futebol-h-centrais-laterais-defesas.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4732357654664576937</id><published>2008-08-25T15:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:26:36.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politiquice e Volta a Portugal - O Jardim bem quer aumentar a distância ao pelotão da entrevista-dada-no-local-e-com-a-indumentária-mais-caricatos ao prestar declarações em tronco nu, entre dois mergulhos na praia. Mas não consegue. Ainda não chega. Na minha cabeça, o camisola amarela ainda é o Major a falar com os jornalistas à porta de casa em roupão e chinelos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4732357654664576937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4732357654664576937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/politiquice-e-volta-portugal-o-jardim.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3028556352002484323</id><published>2008-08-23T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:27:19.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Separados à nascença</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3028556352002484323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3028556352002484323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/separados-nascena.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SLAeK1W6reI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZejBnH5wyJ8/s72-c/JeffDaniels_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1289983382383708263</id><published>2008-08-21T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:20:09.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje não podia ser outra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1289983382383708263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1289983382383708263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoje-no-podia-ser-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SK2Vp7_Wo7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/yUgD0jATH0w/s72-c/nelson_evora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4090524022707313910</id><published>2008-08-20T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:31:41.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De cada vez que ouço o assobio do David Fonseca - no último single acho que ele está cada vez mais próximo de iniciar uma carreira na construção civil. Só falta treinar as frases de gosto duvidoso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4090524022707313910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4090524022707313910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-cada-vez-que-ouo-o-assobio-do-david.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-3180361157242735868</id><published>2008-08-19T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:44:26.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Acho que mostrei aquilo que vali"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3180361157242735868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/3180361157242735868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/acho-que-mostrei-aquilo-que-vali.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SKp5v86-sLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oMPHUVEShk4/s72-c/vanessa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-6096751564180573260</id><published>2008-08-18T21:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:16:29.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As coisas estranhas que se fumam na Jamaica - fazem com que os jamaicanos voem. Literalmente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6096751564180573260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/6096751564180573260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-coisas-estranhas-que-se-fumam-na.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SKnYUos-wfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CW0_kXR_s3k/s72-c/0,,15307991-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5322667123111858515</id><published>2008-08-17T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:42:41.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O preço do ouro subiu bastante no último ano e os especialistas atribuem a culpa à crise financeira internacional e às características de activo de refúgio do metal. Estão errados. O ouro valorizou a partir do momento em que os chineses, no final do ano passado e início deste, começaram a cunhar as medalhas para este mês de Agosto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5322667123111858515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5322667123111858515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-preo-do-ouro-subiu-bastante-no-ltimo.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5331126625310360030</id><published>2008-08-16T13:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:36:42.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As atletas de marcha, normalmente, não marcham nada bem. Já as do heptatlo, por sua vez, não marcham nada mal...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5331126625310360030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5331126625310360030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-atletas-de-marcha-normalmente-no.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5558493389484704765</id><published>2008-08-15T21:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:08:33.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acredito em protectores solares produzidos no Reino Unido quase tanto como material para ski made in República Dominicana. Agora se fossem chapéus de chuva, a história seria outra.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5558493389484704765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5558493389484704765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/acredito-em-protectores-solares.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4859312524601737159</id><published>2008-08-14T11:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:50:32.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca gostei de jogos de computador. Exigem muito esforço e dedicação para passar as intermináveis armadilhas e inimigos. Duas, três tentativas infrutíferas e desligo o computador, enfastiado com o melão de ser batido por um objecto tão irritantemente certinho como é um PC.  Um dos poucos que cheguei a jogar foi o Prince of Persia. Uma das razões para que tal acontecesse foi, seguramente, um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4859312524601737159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4859312524601737159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/nunca-gostei-de-jogos-de-computador.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-7809869314697011334</id><published>2008-08-13T15:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:14:44.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muitos restaurantes têm pratos do dia. Mas nunca da pratos da noite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7809869314697011334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/7809869314697011334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/muitos-restaurantes-tm-pratos-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1754698500291684757</id><published>2008-08-11T21:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:28:59.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não é só a nadar que o Phelps parece um peixe. Aquele prognatismo na boquinha grande fá-lo parecer uma autêntica faneca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1754698500291684757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1754698500291684757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-s-nadar-que-o-phelps-parece-um-peixe.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1796929806998365276</id><published>2008-08-05T14:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:39:43.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai se me fosse dada a oportunidade de mudar nomes de terras portuguesas – Fraldas da Rainha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1796929806998365276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1796929806998365276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ai-se-me-fosse-dada-oportunidade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2461301545991572490</id><published>2008-08-04T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:16:33.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«Swann, lui, ne cherchait pas à trouver jolies les femmes avec qui il passait son temps, mais à passer son temps avec les femmes qu’il avait d’abord trouvées jolies.»Un amour de Swann, Marcel Proust</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2461301545991572490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2461301545991572490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/08/swann-lui-ne-cherchait-pas-trouver.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2343837156130393339</id><published>2008-07-31T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:48:19.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trazes ruído no teu olhar. Como se os teus olhos gritassem em vez de lacrimejar. Barulho. Só vejo barulho. Abafado com uma expressão de disfarce. A raiva. Essa raiva que te vai derrotar. Vai levar-te à exaustão. E, quando o fizer, deixarás de conseguir manter os olhos ruidosos: soltarão lágrimas espessas ao som dos teus gritos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2343837156130393339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2343837156130393339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/trazes-rudo-no-teu-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-2989156264646134117</id><published>2008-07-30T21:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:17:10.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Percorria os canais num zapping frenético, ansioso e acabava invariavelmente no início da grelha. Prosseguia, carregava furiosamente nos botões mas todos os programas lhe pareciam desinteressantes, desajustados. E então sentia-se totalmente manietado: como seria possível que, com o comando em mão, símbolo maior da liberdade de escolha, estivesse tão preso? Foi numa dessas alturas que se deu conta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2989156264646134117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/2989156264646134117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/percorria-os-canais-num-zapping.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1794965709306481207</id><published>2008-07-28T16:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:18:00.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um folheto da Michelin com o seguinte slogan: “Trate dos seus pneus!”. Mais parece publicidade do Holmes Place ou da Solinca no início do verão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1794965709306481207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1794965709306481207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-folheto-da-michelin-com-o-seguinte.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-9095595012843595407</id><published>2008-07-27T10:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:01:03.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando momentaneamente acordo da letargia de conduzir no Túnel do Marquês, pergunto a mim próprio se não seria mais rápido ir pela superfície. É certo que há os semafóros. Mas debaixo da terra há os radares que inibem andar mais rápido que cinquenta, uma velocidade que, naquele asfalto novo e cuidado, embala suavemente e canta canções de adormecer. A morte da bezerra. Pior só mesmo ficar atrás </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/9095595012843595407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/9095595012843595407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-momentaneamente-acordo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5428539851500483665</id><published>2008-07-14T20:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:39:47.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não faz muito sentido - ver carros com a  inscrição "Polícia Marítima". Mas há mais questões que se colocam a propósito desta força de segurança. Onde anda a Polícia Aérea? Onde anda a Polícia Ferroviária? Ou será que só os marinheiros é que são uns bandidos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5428539851500483665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5428539851500483665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-faz-muito-sentido-ver-carros-com.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-522795812890248233</id><published>2008-07-14T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:09:14.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dolce fare niente</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/522795812890248233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/522795812890248233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dolce-fare-niente.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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/_qlkBhHlIiA0/SHtPy5O0SII/AAAAAAAAAJE/DRtHg8NCDOY/s72-c/Livro_pai+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-18652693771087495</id><published>2008-07-11T19:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:45:56.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Settle for nothing now and we'll settle for nothing later - Quando for grande quero ser como o Tom Morello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/18652693771087495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/18652693771087495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/settle-for-nothing-now-and-well-settle.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-1343200399891398406</id><published>2008-07-10T16:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:30:42.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho alguma dificuldade em perceber que se caracterize um álbum como "consistente". Sempre que ouço alguém fazê-lo tenho instintivamente a sensação que são críticos de culinária a discorrer sobre baba de camelo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1343200399891398406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/1343200399891398406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/tenho-alguma-dificuldade-em-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-5578290935159566161</id><published>2008-07-09T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:50:35.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E quando tiveres o abismo mesmo à tua frente, de tal forma explícito, gritante, escancarado para que dele não possas escapar, não tenhas medo. Mas também não o encares, não o fites, olhos nos olhos: a atracção é demasiado forte para que consigas desviar a cara.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5578290935159566161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/5578290935159566161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-quando-tiveres-o-abismo-mesmo-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619731.post-4596726637576933519</id><published>2008-07-09T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:31:44.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É um favor que nos fazem. Favor é pouco: isto quase que dá direito a feriado nacional.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4596726637576933519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619731/posts/default/4596726637576933519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasrevoltosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-favor-que-nos-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05600728476563029020</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></entry></feed>
