<?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-10011398</id><updated>2012-01-17T05:51:13.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>complementos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-1621386880741501421</id><published>2009-07-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:07:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;A águia, será uma águia a valer ou simplesmente um milhafre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Florbela Espanca, &lt;em&gt;Diário&lt;/em&gt;, 1.9.1930)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-1621386880741501421?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/1621386880741501421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=1621386880741501421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1621386880741501421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1621386880741501421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/07/florbela-espanca.html' title='Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6304936118613187526</id><published>2009-06-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:22:38.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guia astrológico de JULHO para os nascidos de 22 Jun a 22 Jul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/strong&gt; – As suas esperanças serão realizadas se puser os seus projectos em prática. Mas, não faça propostas sem esclarecer bem o que se propões fazer. Terá desilusões se levar os seus ideais para além das realidades possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROFISSÃO&lt;/strong&gt; – Período propício a todas as iniciativas pessoais. Qualquer que seja a natureza das suas ocupações obterá bons resultados. Nesta altura, a sua imaginação será muito fecunda, o que será de grande interesse para realizações de grande alcance futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINHEIRO&lt;/strong&gt; – Liberte-se da sua timidez, porque se arrisca a deixar escapar uma boa oportunidade de escapar uma boa oportunidade de fortalecer a sua posição económica. Mês indicado a excelentes compras e vendas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estou a desejar-lhe um mês pleno de êxitos. Se tal não acontecer, não se preocupe pois estas previsões foram feitas para o ano de 1959. Mas pode ser que se repitam já este ano…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6304936118613187526?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6304936118613187526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6304936118613187526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6304936118613187526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6304936118613187526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/06/astrologia.html' title='Astrologia'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2384656213145354722</id><published>2009-06-19T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:10:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os olhos do meu cão enternecem-me. Em que rosto humano, num outro mundo, vi eu já estes olhos de veludo doirado, de cantos ligeiramente macerados, com este mesmo olhar pueril e grave, entre interrogativo e ansioso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Diário&lt;/em&gt;, Florbela Espanca - 13.1.1930)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2384656213145354722?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2384656213145354722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2384656213145354722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2384656213145354722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2384656213145354722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/06/diario-florbela-espanca.html' title='Diário - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8009606370967596235</id><published>2009-06-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:32:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sócrates e o oleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Dizem que um belo dia um oleiro se foi aconselhar com Sécrates. Na incerteza se devia casar ou permanecer solteiro, quis saber a opinião do filósofo. Este,  não tendo dúvidas, foi peremptório:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;- "Faças o que fizeres, vais-te arrepender"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8009606370967596235?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8009606370967596235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8009606370967596235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8009606370967596235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8009606370967596235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/06/socrates-e-o-oleiro.html' title='Sócrates e o oleiro'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8403360289972465539</id><published>2009-06-13T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:34:21.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todo o homem, mesmo o mais culto, a humanidade consiste especialmente naquela porção de homens que residem no seu bairro. todos os outros restantes , à maneira que se afastam desse centro privilegiado, se vão gradualmente distanciando também em relação ao seu sentimento, de sorte que aos mais remotos já quase os não distingue da natureza inanimada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eça de Queiroz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8403360289972465539?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8403360289972465539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8403360289972465539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8403360289972465539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8403360289972465539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-meu-mundo.html' title='O meu mundo'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2773686203995368392</id><published>2009-06-09T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:32:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFORISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imitai a madeira do sândalo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que perfuma o machado que a fere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anónimo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2773686203995368392?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2773686203995368392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2773686203995368392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2773686203995368392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2773686203995368392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/06/aforismo.html' title='AFORISMO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-904467662725381341</id><published>2009-02-22T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:24:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Là&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juste là dèposez-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vie a commencé de ramper hors mes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comme une longue et mince colonne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de fourmis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à la recherche d'un noveau nid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ravji Patel - Murmurado instantes antes de morrer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-904467662725381341?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/904467662725381341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=904467662725381341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/904467662725381341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/904467662725381341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/02/poesia.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8970985028360361338</id><published>2009-01-16T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:02:55.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um vale o que ama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cardeal Comastri)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8970985028360361338?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8970985028360361338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8970985028360361338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8970985028360361338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8970985028360361338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5501468193201967313</id><published>2008-10-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:42:11.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUshRADAS II</title><content type='html'>BUshRADAS II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eles subestimaram-me por baixo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5501468193201967313?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5501468193201967313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5501468193201967313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5501468193201967313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5501468193201967313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/10/bushradas-ii.html' title='BUshRADAS II'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8702958723541196756</id><published>2008-09-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:26:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUshRADAS - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUshRADAS - I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Administração que eu vou trazer é um grupo de homens e mulheres&lt;br /&gt;que estão focalizados no que é melhor para a América,&lt;br /&gt;homens e mulheres honestos,&lt;br /&gt;homens e mulheres decentes,&lt;br /&gt;mulheres que verão o serviço ao nosso país&lt;br /&gt;como um grande privilégio&lt;br /&gt;e que não vão sujar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(George Bush, Des Moines)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8702958723541196756?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8702958723541196756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8702958723541196756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8702958723541196756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8702958723541196756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/09/bushradas-i.html' title='BUshRADAS - I'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-745659093584643113</id><published>2008-09-11T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:05:18.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um político coerente é aquele que, tendo-se vendido uma vez, permanece fiel aos seus princípios vendendo-se o resto da vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anónimo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-745659093584643113?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4701928629013292028</id><published>2008-08-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:46:05.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O MOSQUITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O MOSQUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Satânico é meu pensamento a teu respeito, e ardente é o meu desejo de apertar-te em minha mão, numa sede de vingança incontestável pelo que me fizeste ontem. A noite era quente e calma e eu estava em minha cama, quando, sorrateiramente, te aproximaste. Encostaste o teu corpo sem roupa no meu corpo nu, sem o mínimo pudor! Percebendo minha aparente indiferença, aconchegaste-te a mim e mordeste-me sem escrúpulos. Até nos mais íntimos lugares. Eu adormeci. Hoje quando acordei, procurei-te numa ânsia ardente, mas em vão. Deixaste em meu corpo e no lençol provas irrefutáveis do que entre nós ocorreu durante a noite. Esta noite recolho-me mais cedo, para na mesma cama te esperar. Quando chegares, quero te agarrar com avidez e força.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te apertar com todas as forças de minhas mãos. Só descansarei quando vir sair o sangue quente do seu corpo. Só assim, livrar-me-ei de ti, mosquito Filho da Puta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4701928629013292028?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4701928629013292028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4701928629013292028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4701928629013292028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4701928629013292028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mosquito.html' title='O MOSQUITO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3537314635494019287</id><published>2008-07-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:15:27.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUI BARBOSA</title><content type='html'>A poesia de Rui Barbosa (poeta brasileiro), transcrita a seguir, poderia ter sido escrita hoje, sem mudar uma palavra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SINTO VERGONHA DE MIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Sinto vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por ter sido educador de parte desse povo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por ter batalhado sempre pela justiça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por compactuar com a honestidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por primar pela verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e por ver este povo já chamado varonil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;enveredar pelo caminho da desonra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sinto vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por ter feito parte de uma era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que lutou pela democracia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pela liberdade de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e ter que entregar aos meus filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;simples e abominavelmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a derrota das virtudes pelos vícios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a ausência da sensatez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no julgamento da verdade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a negligência com a família, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;célula-Mater da sociedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a demasiada preocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;com o 'eu' feliz a qualquer custo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;buscando a tal 'felicidade'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;em caminhos eivados de desrespeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;para com o seu próximo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenho vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pela passividade em ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sem despejar meu verbo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a tantas desculpas ditadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pelo orgulho e vaidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a tanta falta de humildade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;para reconhecer um erro cometido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a tantos 'floreios' para justificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; actos criminosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a tanta relutância &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;em esquecer a antiga posição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de sempre 'contestar',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;voltar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e mudar o futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenho vergonha de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pois faço parte de um povo que não reconheço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;enveredando por caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que não quero percorrer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenho vergonha da minha impotência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;da minha falta de garra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;das minhas desilusões e do meu cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não tenho para onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pois amo este meu chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vibro ao ouvir meu Hino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e jamais usei a minha Bandeira para enxugar o meu suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ou enrolar o meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;na pecaminosa manifestação de nacionalidade.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ao lado da vergonha de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tenho tanta pena de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;povo deste mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'De tanto ver triunfar as nulidades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de tanto ver prosperar a desonra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de tanto ver crescer a injustiça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de tanto ver agigantarem-se os poderes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nas mãos dos maus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o homem chega a desanimar da virtude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a rir-se da honra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a ter vergonha de ser honesto'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(Rui Barbosa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3537314635494019287?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3537314635494019287/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3283152323803335714</id><published>2008-06-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:23:14.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem no Inverso sem capa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem no Verão sem cabaça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3283152323803335714?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3283152323803335714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3283152323803335714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3283152323803335714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3283152323803335714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/06/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8192497316738008310</id><published>2008-06-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:24:45.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ETERNIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não é tempo de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;nem da chuva e da neve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não é tempo do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tão esquivo e tão breve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não é tempo de ceifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e dos frutos cortados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não é tempo de festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;nas vinhas e nos prados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não é tempo de ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;de perder ou ganhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(quem andou - ai de nós!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não tem mais para andar);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não é tempo sequer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;de estar alegre ou triste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Vida é imortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;o tempo não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edgar Carneiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8192497316738008310?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8192497316738008310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8192497316738008310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8192497316738008310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8192497316738008310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/06/eternidade.html' title='ETERNIDADE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3723254866574767340</id><published>2008-06-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:29:47.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEITA CULINÁRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARROZ Á ALBERTO PIMENTEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AO EX.MO SR. ALBERTO PIMENTEL, QUE TANTO HONROU ESTE LIVRO, PRECEDENDO-O D’UM PROLOGO, OFFERECE JOÃO DA MATTA O SEGUINTE PRATO DE SUA INVENÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;Cozem-se em agua e pouco sal 500 grammas d’arroz de Veneza, e em estando bem cozido, mas com o grão bem inteiro, tira-se do lume e mistura-se-lhe 100 grammas de boa manteiga, mexendo-se muito bem: quando estiver frio, junta-se-lhe 8 gemmas d’ovos batidos e uma boa porção de queijo parmezão ralado, ligando tudo muito bem emquanto se faz o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Cozem-se em agua e sal 24 couvesinhas chamadas couves de Bruxellas (são uns repollinhos do tamanho d’um ovo de perdiz) depois de cozidas escorre-se-lhe a agua e temperam-se com manteiga e uma pitada de pimenta, e guardam-se n’um prato, emquanto se faz a seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Tira-se a carne toda a dois frangos assados e faz-se em filetes; faz-se também em fatias delgadas um bocado de fêvera de presunto e frege-se em manteiga: em isto estando frito, tira-se e espera-se emquanto se prepara o que segue. Faz-se uma ou mais omelettes d’ovos batidos, fritos em manteiga, porém em frigideira de fundo chato e que fiquem bem delgadas (da grossura de um vintem) o que se obtem, estendendo com um garfo os ovos na occasião de se fritarem; em estando fritos, toma-se uma fôrma (das de fazer pudim) que seja lisa, unta-se toda com manteiga e forra-se o fundo e ilhargas com a omelette que fizemos; em a fôrma estando bem forrada, põe-se uma camada de filetes do frango e presunto em cima do fundo sem o cobrir todo, em cima d’estes filetes uma camada do arroz que acima fizemos, em cima deste umas couvesinhas de Bruxellas, dispostas com arte, em cima d’estas uma camada de arroz, e assim successivamente e pela mesma ordem até ficar a fôrma cheia, notando porém que a última camada deve ser d’arroz; em estando assim cobre-se com uma tampa feita também d’omelette, e mette-se a fôrma n’uma cassarola para cozer em &lt;em&gt;banho-maria&lt;/em&gt;, mas com cuidado para que não entre agua dentro; estando cozida (em 3 quartos de hora se coze), tira-se do forno e serve-se.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Arte de cozinha&lt;/em&gt;, de João da Matta, 1900&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3723254866574767340?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3723254866574767340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3723254866574767340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3723254866574767340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3723254866574767340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/06/receita-culinria.html' title='RECEITA CULINÁRIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-690758676785473051</id><published>2008-05-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:27:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S. PAIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S. PAIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na Torreira, distrito de Aveiro, faz-se, todos os anos, uma festa e romaria a S. Paio, padroeiro da freguesia da Murtosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anda esta festa ligada com a usança deste povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S. Paio é advogado das sezões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por ocasião da romaria e da festa, as mulheres da Murtosa dão ao santo um banho num alguidar cheio de vinho e bebem depois a líquido, cantando com o fervor que lhes inspira a devoção e a pinga, a seguinte quadra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó S. Paio da Torreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ó milagroso santinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hei-de cá voltar para o ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lavar o santo em vinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O santo já está cor de chocolate, mas a devoção aumenta a par do consumo de vinho em que o santo é mergulhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Almanaque, 1950&lt;/em&gt;; ed. Civilização, Lª.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-690758676785473051?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/690758676785473051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=690758676785473051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/690758676785473051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/690758676785473051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-paio.html' title='S. PAIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5426037155841677288</id><published>2008-05-12T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:31:49.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCREVO NUM DOMINGO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESCREVO NUM DOMINDO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Escrevo num domingo, manhã alta, num dia amplo de luz suave, em que, sobre os telhados da cidade interrompida, o azul do céu sempre inédito fecha no esquecimento a existência misteriosa de astros…&lt;br /&gt;É domingo em mim também…&lt;br /&gt;Também meu coração vai a uma igreja que não sabe onde é, e vai vestido de um traje de veludo infante, com a cara corada das primeiras impressões a sorrir sem olhos tristes por cima do colarinho muito grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Livro do desassossego&lt;/em&gt;, Bernardo Soares)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5426037155841677288?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5426037155841677288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5426037155841677288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5426037155841677288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5426037155841677288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/05/escrevo-num-domingo.html' title='ESCREVO NUM DOMINGO...'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7783564802484016152</id><published>2008-04-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:06:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A INDIFERENÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A INDIFERENÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeiro levaram os comunistas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu não me importei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;não era nada comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em seguida levaram alguns operários,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a mim não me afectou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque eu não sou operário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois prenderam os sindicalistas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu não me incomodei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nunca fui sindicalista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo a seguir chegou a vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de alguns padres, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas como nunca fui religioso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também não liguei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora levaram-me a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e quando percebi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já era tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Bertolt Brecht)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7783564802484016152?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7783564802484016152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7783564802484016152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7783564802484016152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7783564802484016152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/04/indiferena.html' title='A INDIFERENÇA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4130917694952508643</id><published>2008-04-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:39:37.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É triste não ter amigos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;É triste não ter amigos? Ainda mais triste é não ter inimigos!&lt;br /&gt;Porque, quem não tem inimigos, é sinal que não tem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem talento que faça sombra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nem carácter que impressione, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nem coragem para que o temam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nem honra contra a qual murmurem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nem bens que lhe cobicem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nem coisa alguma que lhe invejem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Voltaire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4130917694952508643?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4130917694952508643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4130917694952508643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4130917694952508643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4130917694952508643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/04/triste-no-ter-amigos.html' title='É triste não ter amigos?'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8530899754808224638</id><published>2008-04-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:48:01.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naquele «pic-nic» de burgueses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;houve uma cousa simplesmente bela,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que, sem ter história nem grandezas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em todo o caso dava uma aguarela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi quando tu, descendo do burrico,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foste colher, sem imposturas tolas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a um granzoal azul de grão-de-bico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um ramalhete rubro de papoulas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco despois, em cima de uns penhascos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nós acampámos, inda o sol de via;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e houve talhadas de melão, damascos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pão-de-ló molhado em malvasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas, todo púrpuro a sair da renda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos teus dois seios como duas rolas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;era o supremo encanto da merenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o ramalhete rubro das papoulas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cesário Verde)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8530899754808224638?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8530899754808224638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8530899754808224638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8530899754808224638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8530899754808224638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-tarde.html' title='De tarde'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5625002788318051999</id><published>2008-04-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:02:25.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco conhecimento faz que as criaturas se sintam orgulhosas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito conhecimento, que se sintam humildes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que as espigas sem grãos erguem desdenhosamente a cabeça para o céu, enquanto que as cheias as baixam para a terra, sua mãe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo de Vinci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5625002788318051999?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5625002788318051999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5625002788318051999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5625002788318051999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5625002788318051999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/04/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3984008548541539799</id><published>2008-03-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:20:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁSCOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a Páscoa cai em Março,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é ano de mortaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3984008548541539799?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3984008548541539799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3984008548541539799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3984008548541539799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3984008548541539799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/03/pscoa.html' title='PÁSCOA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5247331202368780194</id><published>2008-03-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:54:30.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros usam a virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para comprar o que não tem perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde germina calada a podridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros se compram e se vendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5247331202368780194?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5247331202368780194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5247331202368780194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5247331202368780194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5247331202368780194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/03/poesia.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7014237176895132000</id><published>2008-02-27T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:27:55.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEMOCRACIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Democracia é a designação para um governo de minoria, eleito por uma maioria incompetente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G. Bernard Shaw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7014237176895132000?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7014237176895132000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7014237176895132000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7014237176895132000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7014237176895132000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/democracia.html' title='DEMOCRACIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8230779249930927323</id><published>2008-02-19T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:51:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Esphinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pergunta 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- O que é que entrando nunca mais sahe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R: A desconfiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações&lt;/em&gt; …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8230779249930927323?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8230779249930927323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8230779249930927323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8230779249930927323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8230779249930927323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/esphinge_19.html' title='A Esphinge'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8001316277176907422</id><published>2008-02-18T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:52:14.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS PORTUGUESAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;As portuguesas vistas por um estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A bela carnação das portuguesas, os seus grandes olhos negros, os seus dentes brancos e bem alinhados, os seus longos cabelos de ébano e a sua amável vivacidade colocá-las-iam na linha das europeias mais sedutoras, se à graça das francesas unissem a pequenez do pé espanhol."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Augusto Walhlen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8001316277176907422?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8001316277176907422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8001316277176907422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8001316277176907422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8001316277176907422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-portuguesas.html' title='AS PORTUGUESAS...'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-731572331688776921</id><published>2008-02-14T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:42:13.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONETO DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não me peças palavras, nem baladas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem expressões, nem alma… abre-me o seio,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa cair as pálpebras pesadas,&lt;br /&gt;E entre os seios me apertes sem receio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca sob a minha, ao meio,&lt;br /&gt;Nossas línguas se busquem, desvairadas…&lt;br /&gt;E que os meus flancos nus vibrem no enleio&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas pernas ágeis e delgadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em duas bocas uma língua… - unidos,&lt;br /&gt;Nós trocaremos beijos e gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o nosso sangue misturar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois… - abre os teus olhos, minha amada!&lt;br /&gt;Enterra-os bem nos meus; não digas nada…&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a Vida exprimir-se sem disfarce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(José Régio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-731572331688776921?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/731572331688776921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=731572331688776921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/731572331688776921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/731572331688776921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/soneto-de-amor.html' title='SONETO DE AMOR'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8211323788359840382</id><published>2008-02-12T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:15:54.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM MISTÉRIO TENEBROSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;UM MISTÉRIO TENEBROSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo e Vila Nova de Foscoa, fica uma povoação chamada Vilar de Amargo, onde, (há pouco mais de 330 anos), se passou um caso impressionante, que ficou para sempre envolvido no mais denso mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo consta de um livro do arquivo paroquial, foram, certa noite de 1676, bater à porta do abade João de Barros Brito, dizendo-lhe que se levantasse depressa, para administrar os sacramentos a um enfermo agonizante. O padre arranjou-se sem demora, mas, quando abriu a porta para saber de quem se tratava, deparou com dois homens estranhos, mascarados e armados, que lhe impuseram silêncio e o obrigaram a acompanhá-los à igreja, afirmando que a sua presença ali se tornava urgentíssima.&lt;br /&gt;O templo ficava então a uma certa distância da aldeia e o abade não teve possibilidade de chamar o sacristão nem a fortuna de topar com mais alguém pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;No adro da igreja, encontravam-se alguns companheiros dos mascarados, que intimaram o reverendo a abrir a porta e entraram com ele de roldão, fechando-a novamente, com cuidado. Apresentaram-lhe então uma senhora, de aparência distinta e ricas vestes de seda, dizendo-lhe que a confessasse e lhe administrasse a comunhão – que eles lhe dariam o lavatório!...&lt;br /&gt;Dirigiu-se o abade para o confessionário e, quando estava a ouvir a infeliz, notou que os homens abriam uma sepultura no pavimento da igreja. Compreendendo que o queriam tornar testemunha de um crime monstruoso, que não teria forças para impedir, resolveu o confessor demorar o mais possível o interrogatório, na esperança de que, entretanto, alguém o ajudasse a salvar a criatura. Os criminosos adivinharam-lhe, porém, as intenções e disseram-lhe em tom agreste que pusesse termo à confissão.&lt;br /&gt;Não teve o padre outro remédio senão obedecer e, concedida a absolvição à penitente, deram-lhe os malvados o lavatório, para o que lhe haviam preparado um copo. Após a bebida, a desgraçada caiu morta imediatamente e os seus carrascos trataram logo de a sepultar, abalando em seguida, nos seus cavalos velozes.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi possível averiguar os nomes da infeliz dama nem dos seus misteriosos assassinos e o horror que se apoderou do velho abade foi tal que, passados dias, deixou a igreja, a casa e a família e seguiu para Roma, de onde não regressou mais.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Ver e crer&lt;/em&gt;, Julho, 1945&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8211323788359840382?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8211323788359840382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8211323788359840382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8211323788359840382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8211323788359840382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-mistrio-tenebroso.html' title='UM MISTÉRIO TENEBROSO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2192110165840410858</id><published>2008-02-09T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:12:55.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ESPHINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PERGUNTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nº 16 -&lt;/span&gt; Quaes foram as creaturas que nasceram sem embigo?&lt;br /&gt;R: Adão e Eva&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações&lt;/em&gt; …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2192110165840410858?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2192110165840410858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2192110165840410858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2192110165840410858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2192110165840410858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/02/esphinge.html' title='A ESPHINGE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3605159167934279982</id><published>2008-01-31T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:00:20.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF-SERVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF-SERVICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Certamente que já muitos se interrogaram quanto à origem desta modalidade que obriga as pessoas a servirem-se a si mesmas. [Diga-se que não é do meu agrado andar a fazer equilibrismo com a bandeja, sempre com receio de alguma coisa deixar cair. E um lugar que nunca mais vaga...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bem, mas vamos aos factos. Corria o ano de 1912 nos EUA (onde havia de ser...) e a crise impunha reduzir os gastos com o pessoal (será que a história se repete?). Então dois proprietários de restaurantes pensaram que se os clientes se servissem a eles próprios poderiam despedir alguns funcionários. E, tendo-o pensado, logo o fizeram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Os pioneiros: &lt;em&gt;Alpha Beta Food Market&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Ward's Grocery&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Prometo: Se alguma vez for à Califórnia não porei os pés nestes restaurantes, mesmo que esteja cheiinho de fome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3605159167934279982?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3605159167934279982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3605159167934279982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3605159167934279982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3605159167934279982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-service.html' title='SELF-SERVICE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4740344986176875621</id><published>2008-01-27T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:27:57.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Esphinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 - O que é que nunca se pode acabar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: O que nunca se principiou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações&lt;/em&gt; …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4740344986176875621?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4740344986176875621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4740344986176875621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4740344986176875621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4740344986176875621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge_27.html' title='A Esphinge'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6491753487034322853</id><published>2008-01-17T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:49:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ESPHINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 - O que é que não precisa de outra para ser um par?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;R: Calças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações &lt;/em&gt;…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6491753487034322853?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6491753487034322853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6491753487034322853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6491753487034322853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6491753487034322853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge_17.html' title='A ESPHINGE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6686654216251288040</id><published>2008-01-16T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:47:48.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ESPHINGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8 - Porque Santa Paula ficou viuva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;R: Porque morreu-lhe o marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações &lt;/em&gt;…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6686654216251288040?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6686654216251288040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6686654216251288040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6686654216251288040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6686654216251288040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge_16.html' title='A ESPHINGE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5195977089999176738</id><published>2008-01-12T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:04:26.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALDEIA - CIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ALDEIA - CIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis porque a cidade às vezes me faz impressão: na Aldeia a gente dá os bons-dias a quem passa; a gente sabe quem está doente e empresta um termómetro e empresta o que for preciso, todos falamos com todos, todos nos importamos com todos, as caras são todas conhecidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já na cidade não é assim, depois de dois ou três amigos do coração, há o exército dos amigos de café e das pessoas que a profissão nos obriga a conhecer; o resto do povo e mesmo todos os que não são amigos do coração, estão longe de nós, não convivem verdadeiraente connosco (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Diário&lt;/em&gt;, de Sebastião da Gama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5195977089999176738?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5195977089999176738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5195977089999176738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5195977089999176738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5195977089999176738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/aldeia-cidade.html' title='ALDEIA - CIDADE'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4345501831829842924</id><published>2008-01-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:39:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenha cuidado ao ler livros de saúde. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode morrer de uma gralha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mark Twain, 1853-1910)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4345501831829842924?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4345501831829842924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4345501831829842924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4345501831829842924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4345501831829842924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensamento_11.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5730237942436390755</id><published>2008-01-10T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:17:49.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Esphinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 - O que é que sendo inteira tem o nome de metade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Uma meia&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações …)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5730237942436390755?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5730237942436390755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5730237942436390755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5730237942436390755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5730237942436390755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge_10.html' title='A Esphinge'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8905538250782408778</id><published>2008-01-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:12:45.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Esphinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - &lt;strong&gt;Quando é que o mar se parece com um jardim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Quando é mar de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações&lt;/em&gt; …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8905538250782408778?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8905538250782408778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8905538250782408778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8905538250782408778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8905538250782408778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge_08.html' title='A Esphinge'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-109381022468290585</id><published>2008-01-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:53:20.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Esphinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - Qual das operações aritméticas é a mais antiga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: A multiplicação, que foi recomendada no princípio do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;A Esphinge – palestra inigmatica ou livro de adivinhações&lt;/em&gt; …)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-109381022468290585?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/109381022468290585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=109381022468290585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/109381022468290585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/109381022468290585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/esphinge.html' title='A Esphinge'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-1482927672994492893</id><published>2008-01-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:10:38.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se chover no dia de Reis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lavradores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vos descuideis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6.1.08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-1482927672994492893?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/1482927672994492893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=1482927672994492893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1482927672994492893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1482927672994492893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8770424445036987741</id><published>2008-01-03T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:31:38.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro dever da inteligência é desconfiar dela mesma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8770424445036987741?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8770424445036987741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8770424445036987741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8770424445036987741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8770424445036987741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7603418066421822811</id><published>2007-12-31T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:02:55.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RECEITA DE ANO NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;&lt;br /&gt;novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanhe&lt;br /&gt;ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir&lt;br /&gt;nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegramas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa&lt;br /&gt;fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto de esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um inesquecível 2008&lt;br /&gt;cheio de boas sementeiras&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;melhores colheitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7603418066421822811?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7603418066421822811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7603418066421822811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7603418066421822811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7603418066421822811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/12/mensagem-de-ano-novo.html' title='Mensagem de Ano Novo'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6991166712316050237</id><published>2007-12-26T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:04:12.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De hoje em diante todos os dias ao acordar, direi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Eu hoje vou ser feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou lembrar de agradecer ao sol pelo seu calor e luminosidade. Sentirei queestou vivendo, respirando. Posso desfrutar de todos os recursos da natureza gratuitamente. Não preciso comprar o canto dos pássaros, nem o murmúrio das águas do mar. Lembrarei de sentir a beleza das árvores e das flores. Vou sorrir mais, sempre que puder.Vou cultivar mais amizades e neutralizar as inimizades. Não vou julgar os actos de meus semelhantes ou companheiros. Vou aprimorar os meus. Lembrarei de ligar para alguém para dizer que estou com saudade! Reservarei minutos de silêncio para ter a oportunidade de ouvir. Não vou lamentar nem amargar as injustiças.Vou pensar no que posso fazer para diminuir seus efeitos. Terei sempre em mente que um minuto passado, não volta mais. Vou viver todos os momentos, proveitosamente. Não vou sofrer por antecipação prevendo futuros incertos, nem com atraso, lembrando de coisas sobre as quais não tenho mais acção. Não vou pensar no que não tenho e que gostaria de ter, mas em como ser feliz com o que possuo. E, o maior bem que possuo, é a própria vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou lembrar de ler uma poesia e de ouvir uma canção, vou dedicá-las a alguém. Vou fazer alguma coisa para alguém, sem esperar nada em troca, apenas pelo prazer de ver alguém sorrir. Vou lembrar que existe alguém que me quer bem. Vou dedicar uns minutos de pensamento para os que já se foram, para que saibam que serão sempre uma doce lembrança, até que venhamos a nos encontrar outra vez. Vou procurar dar um pouco de alegria para alguém, especialmente quando sentir que a tristeza e o desânimo querem se aproximar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E, quando a noite chegar, vou olhar para o céu, para as estrelas e para o luar e agradecer a Deus... Porque hoje eu fui feliz!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6991166712316050237?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6991166712316050237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6991166712316050237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6991166712316050237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6991166712316050237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/12/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5917727758240150478</id><published>2007-12-24T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:04:54.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFORISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo Natal, se houver luar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;senta-te ao lar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se houver escuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;semeia outeiros e tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5917727758240150478?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5917727758240150478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5917727758240150478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5917727758240150478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5917727758240150478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/12/aforismo.html' title='AFORISMO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-1989685142884766539</id><published>2007-12-21T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:58:39.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTATÍSTICA - poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTATÍSTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São necessários mil quilos para fazer uma bomba,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cinco gramas de flor para escrever um poema,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dez gramas de plumas para voar no azul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vinte miligramas de medicamentos para salvar um homem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cem gramas de pão para alegrar uma criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e cento e setenta quilos de bolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para casar a filha de um presidente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;O pássaro ferido&lt;/em&gt;, Sidónio Muralha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-1989685142884766539?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/1989685142884766539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=1989685142884766539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1989685142884766539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1989685142884766539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/12/estatstica-poesia.html' title='ESTATÍSTICA - poesia'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-1907236549954440882</id><published>2007-12-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:12:47.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anúncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PAPEL COLADO À PORTA DE UM ESTABELECIMENTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POLICÁRPO BENTOZO&lt;br /&gt;Negossiãnte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ármazães de Mercearia; de binho e outras espessilidádes, como: pirolitos, gazózas, larãnjádas , jinjinhas, sservejas, étcétér… Bêndesse também ortalissas: navos, cinouras, vatatas, coubes de bárias espessilidádes: coube lonbarda, coube felôr, corassão de voi, étcétér…&lt;br /&gt;Estabelessimênto de tálho com cárnes de pôrco e pórca, de bitéla, baca, vorêgo, e cavrito. Bêndesse ssêbo a cinco mál réis cada qilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutro papel, por baixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ôje não sse fia, amanhã ssim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, abaicho acinado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICÁRPO BENTOZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-1907236549954440882?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/1907236549954440882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=1907236549954440882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com o barbeiro velho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Benjamin Franklin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5592889611083586580?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5592889611083586580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5592889611083586580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5592889611083586580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5592889611083586580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/11/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3684004533778090101</id><published>2007-11-01T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:10:17.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está na hora de se embriagarem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De vinho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de poesia ou de virtude,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à Vossa escolha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Charles Baudelaire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3684004533778090101?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3684004533778090101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3684004533778090101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3684004533778090101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3684004533778090101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/11/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2836277426850551315</id><published>2007-10-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:31:06.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUSÊNCIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num deserto sem água&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa noite sem lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num país sem nome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou numa terra nua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por maior que seja o desespero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Sophia de Mello Breyner A.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2836277426850551315?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2836277426850551315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2836277426850551315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2836277426850551315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2836277426850551315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/10/poesia.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7858440825223901396</id><published>2007-09-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:36:46.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENSAIO SOBRE DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENSAIO SOBRE DEUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma das principais&lt;/strong&gt; preocupações de Deus é criar gente nova. Assim, haverá também gente suficiente para cuidar da Terra e dos animais. Deus não cria pessoas adultas, mas só bebés. Eu acho que estes são muito fáceis de fazer porque são mais pequenos. Fazendo-nos bebés, Deus não perde tempo a ensinar-nos a andar ou a falar e deixa essa tarefa aos nossos pais, o que é muito bom para todos.&lt;br /&gt;A segunda ocupação importante de Deus é escutar as nossas orações. Isto dá-lhe muito trabalho, com certeza, porque há algumas pessoas, como os Padres e as Irmãs, rezam a toda a hora e não só quando se vão deitar. Por isso, Deus não tem tempo para ver televisão ou jogar à playstation. Ele já deve estar tão habituado a ouvir toda a gente que às vezes nem precisamos de falar para Ele saber o que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Deus também vê tudo o que a gente faz. Eu acho que há menos gente dessa entre os que vão à igreja.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus é o filho de Deus. Ele está na cruz apesar de ter feito muitas coisas fixes, como andar sobre as águas, multiplicar os pães, ressuscitar os mortos e ensinar aqueles que não queriam aprender. Eu acho é que alguém se cansou dos seus sermões e O matou. Jesus é mesmo bom, porque voltou a viver apesar de O vermos sempre na cruz. Ele ajuda o Pai a escutar as nossas orações e de vez em quando vem visitar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Temos de ir à igreja aos Domingos e também à catequese porque Deus fica contente e a gente também. É melhor fazer as outras coisas de que mais gostamos no Domingo à tarde porque assim temos mais tempo. Se não acreditas em Deus ficarás muito só, porque os teus pais não podem estar sempre contigo, enquanto que Ele está sempre disponível. É bom saber que ele está presente quando tens medo do escuro ou quando não sabes nadar bem. Mas não penses que Deus quer fazer as coisas em teu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vi Deus, mas sei que Ele me vê, mesmo quando jogo às escondidas. Também sei que um dia irei vê-Lo, como já aconteceu com a minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso acredito em Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Anónimo de 8 anos; in &lt;em&gt;Notícias da Madeira&lt;/em&gt;, 15.02.2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7858440825223901396?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7858440825223901396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7858440825223901396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7858440825223901396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7858440825223901396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/09/ensaio-sobre-deus.html' title='ENSAIO SOBRE DEUS'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4948031377610609177</id><published>2007-07-21T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:50:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PENSAMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como quanto maior é a ignorância maior é a audácia, eis porque na nossa terra, onde a ignorância medra com pujante felicidade, a intolerância é profunda e audaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Alfredo Pimenta, &lt;em&gt;Política Portuguesa&lt;/em&gt;, 1913)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4948031377610609177?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4948031377610609177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4948031377610609177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4948031377610609177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4948031377610609177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamento_21.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5363340332114703949</id><published>2007-07-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:46:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu querido Jesus Cristo, tu disseste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pedi, e dar-se-vos-á; buscai, e achareis;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;batei, e abrir-se-vos-á,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por causa dessa promessa, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;concede-me, que não peço ouro nem prata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;uma fé forte e inabalável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixa-me encontrar aquilo que procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não busco prazer nem alegria do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas consolo e alívio, por intermédio da Tua salutar palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre-me, estou batendo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;não desejo o que o mundo considera alto e grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada disso me adianta diante de Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Concede-me, antes, Teu Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que Ele ilumine o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;me fortaleça no medo e na necessidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;me console e me preserve na verdadeira fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e na confiança da Tua graça até ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Martinho Lutero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5363340332114703949?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5363340332114703949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5363340332114703949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5363340332114703949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5363340332114703949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/orao.html' title='ORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8491387128303046489</id><published>2007-07-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:46:03.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ao boi pelo corno, ao homem pela palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8491387128303046489?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8491387128303046489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8491387128303046489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8491387128303046489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8491387128303046489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/provrbio_13.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3801418726946649211</id><published>2007-07-09T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:17:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lebre é de quem a levanta, e o coelho de quem o mata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3801418726946649211?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/3801418726946649211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=3801418726946649211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3801418726946649211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/3801418726946649211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2906525828555686134</id><published>2007-07-03T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:46:20.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carta de guia de casados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A reformação dos costumes coisa é boníssima e santíssima.Tem porém nas casadas seu limite; de maneira que por se darem de todo àqueles bons exercícios, não desamparem os da obrigação de seu estado, no qual Deus deixou virtude e santidade bastante para que, sem saírem dele, se possam salvar todos e todas, a quem compreende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Convém que a casada tenha o seu confessor certo; e este seja pessoa grave e conhecida, e daquelas religiões que mais florescem no lugar onde viver. Muitas senhoras de grande estado vi confessar com curas e párocos de suas freguesias, que quando eles sejam homens doutos e sisudos, julgo por excelente costume. Pois como até na eleição do confessor pode haver desacerto, discreta resignação e desconfiança seria não fiar de seu juízo coisa tão importante, e seguir aquela que a Igreja tem feito, entregando sua consciência à pessoa a quem as entrega aquele a quem Deus e seu Vigário as tem entregado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D. Francisco Manuel de Melo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2906525828555686134?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2906525828555686134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2906525828555686134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2906525828555686134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2906525828555686134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8600702838745330971</id><published>2007-07-02T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:14:22.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO BEM FALAR, DO BEM ESCREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«... vão remexendo no lixo à procura de algo que preste ou que possa ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;concertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (...) não vale a pena &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;debruçarmos-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sobre o tema (...) o facto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; senhor coleccionar sapatos femininos não tem nada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;DNA&lt;/em&gt;, 31.5.03)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«... vão remexendo no lixo à procura de algo que preste ou que possa ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;consertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (...) não vale a pena &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;debruçarmo-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sobre o tema (...) o facto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; senhor coleccionar sapatos femininos não tem nada &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8600702838745330971?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8600702838745330971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8600702838745330971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8600702838745330971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8600702838745330971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-bem-falar-do-bem-escrever.html' title='DO BEM FALAR, DO BEM ESCREVER'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5898551688343802471</id><published>2007-06-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:51:08.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazei-vos mel, comer-vos-ão as moscas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5898551688343802471?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5898551688343802471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5898551688343802471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5898551688343802471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5898551688343802471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/provrbio_27.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6724359154843905871</id><published>2007-06-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:46:21.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATEMÁTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O POTE DE OURO QUE NÃO ESTÁ NA WIKIPÉDIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que vale a pena exige esforço. E, quanto mais vale a pena, mais esforço exige. Isso é particularmente verdade sobre a Matemática: se investirmos um esforço pequeno sobre as matérias, ficando com um conhecimento superficial, de pouco ou nada nos valerá o “esforço”. A Matemática não se aprende na Wikipédia ou navegando pela Internet. Exige pensamento, estudo, concentração, treino e algo para que nos últimos não se inventou substituto – o contacto humano. Aquilo a que normalmente se chama “aulas”.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se isto parece aborrecido, mas é a melhor (se não mesmo a única) maneira de aprender Matemática. E aprender é não só uma aventura maravilhosa, como tem no final o pote de ouro da compreensão do mundo. E para transformar o mundo é preciso primeiro compreendê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Isac Asimov, num conto de mais de 50 anos, relata a seguinte história. Num futuro imaginário, as crianças brincam 364 dias por ano e um dia por ano o seu cérebro fica ligado a uma máquina com discos que lhes administram automaticamente todos os conhecimentos de que necessitam. Assim fazem toda a escolaridade e aprendem tudo o que precisam, da primária à universidade. Todo menos um rapazito. Desde os 7 anos de idade este rapaz foi obrigado a aprender à maneira antiga: estudando, tendo aulas, esforçando-se, compreendendo, investindo o seu tempo. Enquanto os seus amigos brincavam 364 dias, ele estudava. E assim foi, para sua grande frustração, incompreensão e mesmo revolta, até à idade adulta. Nessa altura foi chamado pelas classes governantes da sociedade. Começa por expor toda a sua revolta. Porque é que me trataram assim? Porque é que eu tive de me esforçar para aprender por mim próprio tudo aquilo que ensinaram aos outros sem esforço? E a resposta foi: “Porque tu foste escolhido para escrever os próximos discos”.&lt;br /&gt;O pote de ouro da Matemática é o seguinte: todos os grandes avanços científicos e tecnológicos implicam a utilização de novas ferramentas matemáticas. Para dar um exemplo recente que muitos de nós temos nas mãos , uma desconhecida empresa de indústria pesada, que fabricava pneus e paste de papel, decidiu no final dos anos 60 virar-se para as telecomunicações. Estava num país com enorme densidade de pessoas altamente qualificadas do ponto de vista científico, técnico e matemático, e os grandes problemas matemáticos estavam a surgir. Era uma altura estratégica para entrar. O país era a Finlândia. A empresa era a Nokia, hoje o gigante mundial dos telemóveis.&lt;br /&gt;Continua a fabricar pneus, embora quase ninguém saiba. Mas para isso não é preciso Matemática mais sofisticada do que a do século XVIII.&lt;br /&gt;(Jorge Buescu, &lt;em&gt;Publico&lt;/em&gt;, 22 Jun. 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este jovem professor da FCUL é autor de livros de divulgação científica:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;O mistério do Bilhete de Identidade e outras histórias – Crónicas das fronteiras da Ciência&lt;/em&gt; (2003, 8ª ed.), Gradiva.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Da falsificação de euros aos pequenos mundos – Novas crónicas das fronteiras da Ciência&lt;/em&gt;, (2003), Gradiva.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;O fim do mundo está próximo?,&lt;/em&gt; (2007), Gradiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quer compreender melhor o mundo em que vive, não deixe de ler mesmo que lhe pareça que os seus conhecimentos de Matemática não permitem apreender tudo o que o autor pretende transmitir. No final fará, certamente, um saldo muito positivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6724359154843905871?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6724359154843905871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6724359154843905871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6724359154843905871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6724359154843905871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/matemtica.html' title='MATEMÁTICA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5054269897313017176</id><published>2007-06-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:19:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não faças aos outros o que desejas que façam a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os gostos deles podem não ser os teus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G. Bernard Shaw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5054269897313017176?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5054269897313017176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5054269897313017176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5054269897313017176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5054269897313017176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6781427880846209589</id><published>2007-06-19T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:24:37.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA - Antero de Quental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A um crucifixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não se perdeu teu sangue generoso,&lt;br /&gt;nem padeceste em vão, quem quer que foste,&lt;br /&gt;plebeu antigo, que amarrado ao poste&lt;br /&gt;morreste como vil e faccioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desse sangue maldito e ignominioso&lt;br /&gt;surgiu armada uma invencível hoste…&lt;br /&gt;Paz aos homens e guerra aos deuses! – pôs-te&lt;br /&gt;em vão sobre o altar o vulgo ocioso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pobre que protesta foste a imagem:&lt;br /&gt;Um povo em ti começa, um homem novo:&lt;br /&gt;De ti data essa trágica linhagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso nós, a Plebe, ao pensar nisto,&lt;br /&gt;lembraremos, herdeiros desse povo,&lt;br /&gt;que entre nossos avós se conta Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Antero de Quental)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6781427880846209589?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6781427880846209589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6781427880846209589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6781427880846209589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6781427880846209589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/poesia-antero-de-quental.html' title='POESIA - Antero de Quental'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4217438550302704975</id><published>2007-06-18T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:44:07.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A língua longa é sinal de mão curta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4217438550302704975?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4217438550302704975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4217438550302704975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4217438550302704975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4217438550302704975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2164038962931204509</id><published>2007-06-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T07:46:55.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GASTRONOMIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"... eu fiquei no pátio cervejando e cachimbando com o aprazível Potte."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Relíquia&lt;/em&gt;, Eça de Queirós)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2164038962931204509?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2164038962931204509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2164038962931204509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2164038962931204509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2164038962931204509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/gastronomia.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8600015695908212375</id><published>2007-06-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:54:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGESTÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUGESTÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, que sou cega, posso dar uma sugestão aos que vêem - um conselho àqueles que deveriam fazer completo uso do dom da vista: servi-vos dos vossos olhos como se amanhã fôsseis cegar. O mesmo princípio é válido para os restantes sentidos. Ouvi a música das vozes, o canto de uma ave, os poderosos acordes de uma orquestra, como se amanhã fôsseis vítimas de surdez. Tocai em tudo o que desejais tocar, como se amanhã viésseis a ficar privados da faculdade do tacto. Aspirai o perfume das flores, saboreai com deleite os vossos alimentos, como se amanhã perdêsseis o olfacto e o paladar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Three days to see&lt;/em&gt;, Hellen Keller)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8600015695908212375?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8600015695908212375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8600015695908212375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8600015695908212375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8600015695908212375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/sugesto.html' title='SUGESTÃO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5503495963645366322</id><published>2007-06-04T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:14:27.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTUDAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTUDAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Estudar também é repartir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        também é saber dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que a gente souber dividir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        para multiplicar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       (Ary dos Santos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5503495963645366322?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5503495963645366322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5503495963645366322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5503495963645366322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5503495963645366322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/estudar.html' title='ESTUDAR'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7166249099566585883</id><published>2007-06-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:56:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR E COMPAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR E COMPAIXÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem de haver um equilíbrio entre o desenvolvimento material e o espiritual, e esse equilíbrio só pode ser atingido com base no amor e na compaixão. Amor e compaixão são a essência de todas as religiões.&lt;br /&gt;As religiões podem aprender umas com as outras. O fim último de todas as religiões é fazer seres humanos melhores. Seres humanos melhores são mais tolerantes, mais compassivos e menos egoístas.&lt;br /&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7166249099566585883?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7166249099566585883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7166249099566585883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7166249099566585883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7166249099566585883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/06/amor-e-compaixo.html' title='AMOR E COMPAIXÃO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-3491613415564176728</id><published>2007-05-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:20:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maio pardo faz o pão grado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-3491613415564176728?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-983539888141856628</id><published>2007-05-23T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:56:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UMA SÓ PALAVRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A palavra do teu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incendeia-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na palavra do meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos agora uma só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silenciosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A palavra do meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desmorona-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na palavra do teu corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Casimiro de Brito)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-983539888141856628?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/983539888141856628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=983539888141856628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/983539888141856628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/983539888141856628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesia_23.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2338656550208870667</id><published>2007-05-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:25:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem são os mortos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são os mortos os que em doce calma&lt;br /&gt;a paz desfrutam de uma tumba fria.&lt;br /&gt;Mortos são os que levam morta a alma&lt;br /&gt;e vivem todavia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são os mortos, não, os que recebem&lt;br /&gt;raios de luz em seus despojos mortos.&lt;br /&gt;Os que morrem com honra são os vivos,&lt;br /&gt;os que vivem sem honra são os mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é a vida que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a saudade em seu pudor profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso há mortos que no mundo vivem&lt;br /&gt;e homens que vivem mortos, neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(de Ricardo Palma, peruano (1833-1919)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2338656550208870667?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2338656550208870667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2338656550208870667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2338656550208870667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2338656550208870667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesia.html' title='POESIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5918151508190603689</id><published>2007-04-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:30:08.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORBELA ESPANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VANITAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(VAIDADE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquela que tudo diz e tudo sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que reúne num verso a imensidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para encher todo o mundo! E que deleita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquela de saber vasto e profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aos pés de quem a terra anda curvada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quanto mais no céu eu vou sonhando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e quanto mais no alto vou voando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acordo do meu sonho... e não sou nada!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5918151508190603689?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5918151508190603689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5918151508190603689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5918151508190603689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5918151508190603689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/florbela-espanca.html' title='FLORBELA ESPANCA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7054729770617645173</id><published>2007-04-26T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:22:31.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abril frio e molhado, enche o celeiro e farta o gado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7054729770617645173?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7054729770617645173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7054729770617645173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7054729770617645173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7054729770617645173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-6302049035617207856</id><published>2007-04-19T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:44:46.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARTA DE GUIA DE CASADOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse que seria bom ocupar a mulher no governo doméstico: e é bom, e é necessário, não só para que ela viva ocupada, senão para que o marido tenha menos esse trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas tão miúdas não é bem que pejem o pensamento de um homem; e para os da mulher são mais convenientes. Pergunto: não se rira V. Mce. se vira um elefante carregado com um grão de trigo na tromba? Sim, por certo; e logo louvara a Deus se o visse levar no bico a uma formiga. Diz bem por isso o rifão: «Do homem a praça, da mulher a casa». Os maridos que em tudo querem mandar são dignos de repreensão, igualmente aos que não querem mandar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, Senhor N., fique assentado que o gasto ordinário convém que se entregue à mulher pela contentar, pela ocupar, pela confiar, por lhe dar aqueles cuidados, por lhe desviar outros.&lt;br /&gt;(D. Francisco Manuel de Melo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-6302049035617207856?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/6302049035617207856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=6302049035617207856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6302049035617207856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/6302049035617207856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/guia.html' title='GUIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-201507328238712253</id><published>2007-04-18T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:31:59.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conhece o bife à alemã (&lt;em&gt;deutschesbifteck&lt;/em&gt;), carne picada e saborosa, que hoje é da cozinha internacional? Já o mesmo  se não pode dizer do queijo &lt;em&gt;Quark&lt;/em&gt; onde, com creme fresco, entra &lt;em&gt;kumel&lt;/em&gt;, ou do queijo da &lt;em&gt;Thuringia&lt;/em&gt;. Universal e alemão é entre os queijos o de &lt;em&gt;Munster&lt;/em&gt;, que os alemães não têm em extraordinário apreço&lt;br /&gt;E, se o leitor é, além de gastrónomo, curioso, quando passar em Munich não deixe de ir ao Hotel &lt;em&gt;Vierjahreszeiten&lt;/em&gt;, Restaurante &lt;em&gt;Walterspiel&lt;/em&gt; em Maximilianstrasse, 4, e peça para ver a Biblioteca de Gastronomia Francesa. Dá-nos o feitio alemão, e verá que vale a pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-201507328238712253?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/201507328238712253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=201507328238712253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/201507328238712253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/201507328238712253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia_18.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-712539199411979739</id><published>2007-04-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:00:50.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque na Alemanha come-se muito e bem.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Brasserie Pschorr&lt;/em&gt;, de Munich, tem nos seus reclamos «porções para Gargantua», e o &lt;em&gt;Wittelsbacherhof&lt;/em&gt;, de Spire, no palaitino, afirma que por 5,50 R. M. dará aos seus clientes um «repasto pantagruélico». Se ao lisonjear esta matéria quer o meu leitor o lisonjear dos olhos, vá a Berlim, ao &lt;em&gt;Café Vaterland&lt;/em&gt;, em Postdamer Platz, e aí encontrará doze grandes salas, cada uma correspondendo a uma província da Alemanha, onde se servem os pratos regionais, por criadas em trajos característicos, ao som de músicas a elas peculiares. Mas é um ambiente espiritual o que deseja, como o de procurar Wagner em Beiruth? Procure em Bremen o &lt;em&gt;Rats Keller&lt;/em&gt;, onde passaram velhos poetas e escritores conhecidos, e, aí, mandando subir da cave velhíssimos vinhos, terá sua evocação.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-712539199411979739?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/712539199411979739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=712539199411979739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/712539199411979739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/712539199411979739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia_17.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-1946262833196286714</id><published>2007-04-16T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:30:01.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm fama as salsichas de Nuremberg, o salmão fumado, a sopa de ervilha seca ou de couves e o &lt;em&gt;eisbein&lt;/em&gt; (saborosíssimos pimentos em vinagre).&lt;br /&gt;Sim , porque na  Alemanha come-se muito e bem.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-1946262833196286714?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/1946262833196286714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=1946262833196286714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1946262833196286714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/1946262833196286714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia_16.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-8768456571453205462</id><published>2007-04-12T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:08:26.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vale a pena provar o presunto da &lt;em&gt;Westphalia&lt;/em&gt;, com que poucos podem competir, o salmão do &lt;em&gt;Rheno&lt;/em&gt;, os patos de &lt;em&gt;Vierland&lt;/em&gt;, as trutas de &lt;em&gt;Eifel&lt;/em&gt; e, da Floresta negra, o seu caviar; ir a essa mesma Floresta Negra beber o seu &lt;em&gt;Kirsch&lt;/em&gt; ou a sua &lt;em&gt;framboesa&lt;/em&gt;; a Nuremberg, ao &lt;em&gt;Bratwurstherzlein&lt;/em&gt;, um dos mais velhos restaurantes da Alemanha, comer as suas famosas salsichas, rivais das de Francfort, ou ao viveiro do &lt;em&gt;Fischküche Luftsprung&lt;/em&gt; deliciar-se com as suas carpas fritas ou cozidas com manteiga, segundo as velhas receitas do cozinheiro da casa, misteriosas e sagradas como ritos religiosos. Também se pode ir a Essen, a cidade das máquinas, comer o pão negro de luxo, o &lt;em&gt;pumpernickel&lt;/em&gt;, ou a Colónia, as &lt;em&gt;anguille du Rhin avec pommes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;vertes&lt;/em&gt; e as &lt;em&gt;delikatesseen&lt;/em&gt; de uma cozinha farta e cuidada.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-8768456571453205462?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/8768456571453205462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=8768456571453205462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8768456571453205462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/8768456571453205462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia_12.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5086468689359286890</id><published>2007-04-11T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:44:32.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem só em Munich se bebe cerveja. Bebe-se em toda a Alemanha. A cerveja é a bebida nacional. É famosíssima a de &lt;em&gt;Kulmbach&lt;/em&gt;, e quanto a vinhos, não é menos famoso o do &lt;em&gt;Rheno&lt;/em&gt;, de reputação universal; os vinhos de &lt;em&gt;Bade&lt;/em&gt;, os de &lt;em&gt;Mosella&lt;/em&gt;, do &lt;em&gt;Palatinado&lt;/em&gt;, o vinho branco da &lt;em&gt;Francónia&lt;/em&gt; e o vinho espumoso de &lt;em&gt;Assmannhausen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5086468689359286890?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5086468689359286890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5086468689359286890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5086468689359286890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5086468689359286890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia_11.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4522316909679270658</id><published>2007-04-10T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T04:01:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cozinha alemã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Alemanha, sob o ponto de vista culinário, tem especialidades excelentes. Ela é, incontestavelmente, o país dos enchidos, da &lt;em&gt;choucroute&lt;/em&gt; (couve fermentada que, nas províncias do sul, se come com &lt;em&gt;spätzle&lt;/em&gt;, uma pasta mole muito agradável) e da cerveja. A cerveja tem a sua Roma em Munich e o seu S. Pedro no Hofbrauhaus, talvez a maior cervejaria da Alemanha. Da Alemanha e do mundo. Palácio em estilo renascesça. Uma escadaria monumental conduz às salas do restaurante. Um claustro. Ao centro, uma fonte sobrepujada por um leão de pedra. À roda, dois milhares de pessoas, pelo menos, comem, bebem e fazem barulho.&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4522316909679270658?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4522316909679270658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4522316909679270658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4522316909679270658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4522316909679270658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastronomia.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-4828382509110837308</id><published>2007-03-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:55:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os leões morreriam de fome se não saíssem das suas tocas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ár.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-4828382509110837308?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/4828382509110837308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=4828382509110837308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4828382509110837308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/4828382509110837308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/03/provrbio_30.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7564324269662938575</id><published>2007-03-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T05:31:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fama perturba os artistas que a alcançaram; por isso, as suas primeiras obras são frequentemente as melhores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ludwig Van Beethoven)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7564324269662938575?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7564324269662938575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7564324269662938575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7564324269662938575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7564324269662938575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensamento_20.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-2661249732145966680</id><published>2007-03-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:36:57.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo deveria ser tornado tão simples quanto possível, mas não mais simples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A. Einstein)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-2661249732145966680?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/2661249732145966680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=2661249732145966680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2661249732145966680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/2661249732145966680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-7953478632895244382</id><published>2007-03-09T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:48:53.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não chover em Março, e Abril, venderá El-Rei o carro, e o carril.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-7953478632895244382?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/7953478632895244382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=7953478632895244382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7953478632895244382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/7953478632895244382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/03/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-5090262021867693658</id><published>2007-03-07T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:53:22.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Láctea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIA LÁCTEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim também, que descuidado vistes,&lt;br /&gt;encantado e aumentando o próprio encanto,&lt;br /&gt;teres notado que outras coisas canto&lt;br /&gt;muito dibersas das que outrora ouvistes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas amastes, sem dúvida... Portanto,&lt;br /&gt;meditai nas tristezas que sentistes:&lt;br /&gt;Que eu, por mim, não conheço coisas tristes,&lt;br /&gt;que mais aflijam, que torturem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama inventa as penas em que vive:&lt;br /&gt;E, em lugar de acalmar as penas, antes&lt;br /&gt;busca novo pesar com que as avive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabei que é por isso que assim ando:&lt;br /&gt;Que é dos loucos somente e dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;na maior alegria andar chorando.&lt;br /&gt;(Olavo Bilac)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-5090262021867693658?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/5090262021867693658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=5090262021867693658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5090262021867693658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/5090262021867693658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/03/via-lctea.html' title='Via Láctea'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-117164347029575265</id><published>2007-02-16T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:31:10.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Obscenidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA OBSCENIDADE À PORNOGRAFIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;A História aponta-nos diversas fases de decadência moral, de degradação, em todos ou em quase todos os povos.&lt;br /&gt;Assírios e caldeus; egípcios e hebreus; gregos e troianos; romanos e bisantinos; europeus do Renanscimento ou Asiáticos lascivos; homens do século XVIIII ou do século XX, todas estas gentes, e muitas outras, tiveram fases mórbidas de degeneração moral sob o signo da obscenidade, da pornografia, da sensualidade - mascarada pelo culto de Astarteia ou de Vénus; eufóricas nas festas dionisíacas ou nas bacanais; poéticas nos arroubos de Safo; literárias nos contos de Decameron de Bocácio; rebelesianas no tempo do Rei-Sol; e &lt;strong&gt;beatlesca&lt;/strong&gt; ou &lt;strong&gt;hippiesca&lt;/strong&gt; em nossos dias, sendo de notar, contudo, que não são os jovens guedelhudos os únicos cultores da pornografia e da obscenidade do nosso tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Pode dizer-se que há épocas sociais de sanidade mental em que florescem os valores morais em todos os campos, da Religião à Arte, da Polícia à Justiça, da Ciência à Caridade, do Trabalho ao Heroísmo -  e há épocas de decadência sob o signo maléfico da obscenidade e da pornografia.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Labor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, nº 286, 1970, por F. Falcão Machado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[E nós, em 2007, que época estamos a travessar?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-117164347029575265?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/117164347029575265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=117164347029575265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117164347029575265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117164347029575265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-obscenidade.html' title='Da Obscenidade...'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-117130283476571086</id><published>2007-02-12T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:53:54.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPRESSÕES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar é na vidada natureza o que melhor define e mais se aproxima à vida do espírito. (Alves Mendes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fomos à barra. Sobre o céu cerúleo brilhava o sol como um botão enorme e cintilante. As árvores choravam o orvalho da manhã, parecendo uma fantasia de cristais rutilando à luz do sol. A alma da paisagem é a luz e nós namoramos o sol que ilude a melancolia em uns estonteios de azul e de oiro. Que ternura de sol, que maravilha de luz!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de almoçarmos, seguimos até Aveiro. (…) O céu era puro, vivo o sol, a brisa fresca. Nem uma nuvem toldava o horizonte pleníssimo de sol e de luz. A aragem do mar, com os seus murmúrios rítmicos e fagueiros, tinham o supremo encanto de uma grande consolação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(In Impressões – A vuela pluma, de Acácio Rosa. 1893)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-117130283476571086?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/117130283476571086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=117130283476571086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117130283476571086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117130283476571086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/02/impresses.html' title='Impressões'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-117061885919407071</id><published>2007-02-04T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:54:19.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vida não vale nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nada vale uma vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(André Malraux)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-117061885919407071?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/117061885919407071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=117061885919407071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117061885919407071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117061885919407071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/02/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-117024623139718950</id><published>2007-01-31T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:23:51.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração das chaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORAÇÃO DAS CHAVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos, Senhor, num mundo fechado com duas voltas, fechado por milhares, por milhões de chaves.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem as suas: as da casa, as do carro, as do escritório e as do cofre...&lt;br /&gt;E como se isso não bastasse, ainda procuramos, sem cessar, uma outra chave: a do sucesso, a da felicidade, a do poder e a dos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Vós, Senhor, que abristes os olhos aos cegos e os ouvidos aos surdos, dai-nos hoje a única chave que nos falta: a que não fecha, mas liberta, a que abre a porta da felicidade e do amor a todos os homens, a chave do Vosso Reino.&lt;br /&gt;(F. Sejourné)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-117024623139718950?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/117024623139718950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=117024623139718950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117024623139718950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/117024623139718950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/orao-das-chaves.html' title='Oração das chaves'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116957525992663760</id><published>2007-01-23T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:00:59.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem com cada mal ao médico, nem com cada trampa ao letrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1790)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116957525992663760?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116957525992663760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116957525992663760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116957525992663760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116957525992663760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/provrbio_23.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116949097844734865</id><published>2007-01-22T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:36:18.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mulher que não afaga as crianças e do homem que se esquece dos seus brios, nada do que é bom, e do que é belo devemos esperar.&lt;br /&gt;(M. M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116949097844734865?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116949097844734865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116949097844734865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116949097844734865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116949097844734865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento_22.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116905646828970076</id><published>2007-01-17T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:54:28.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A política, pelo fanatismo ou por interesses individuais, inutiliza muitos espíritos lúcidos e brilhantes, que podiam com a palavra ou com a pena tornar-se úteis à humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;(. M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116905646828970076?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116905646828970076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116905646828970076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116905646828970076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116905646828970076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento_17.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116888125000987502</id><published>2007-01-15T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:14:10.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A velhice, que se dá um trabalho infinito para tornar invisíveis as tristes devastações dos invernos que tem atravessado, assemelha-se extraordinariamente à criança muito pequena que, para esconder-se, depois de pensar muito, se mete detrás da cortina de cambraia transparente da janela e diz, cheia de entusiasmo: - Aonde estou eu? Aposto que ninguém me encontra!&lt;br /&gt;(M. M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116888125000987502?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116888125000987502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116888125000987502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116888125000987502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116888125000987502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento_15.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116845331445471989</id><published>2007-01-10T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:21:54.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem afirme que ninguém se conhece a si próprio: que são os nossos amigos e os que vivem mais intimamente ligados connosco os competentes para nos julgarem. Eu por mim penso o contrário e não creio que fosse de difícil acesso a porta do Templo de Delfos, que tinha por legenda - conhece-te e ti mesmo antes de entrar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Pois se nós que vivemos na intimidade do nosso pensamento, espelho fiel da nossa alma, não conhecermos os nossos defeitos e as nossas virtudes, como podem os outros julgar-nos? Eles que apenas podem apreciar as nossas manifestações exteriores ouvindo-nos e vendo-nos? E se não nos conhecemos, com que direitos afirmamos que os nossos olhos e os nossos ouvidos estão perfeitamente despreocupados quando julgamos os outros? Que o afecto ou a malevolência não alteram em nós as duas faculdades de ver e de julgar?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estaria a responsabilidade da nossa consciência se não nos conhecêssemos?&lt;br /&gt;(M. M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116845331445471989?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116845331445471989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116845331445471989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116845331445471989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116845331445471989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento_10.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116834624551141443</id><published>2007-01-09T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:37:25.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O falador é como a cigarra que morre à força de cantar: a cigarra canta sem saber o que faz, o falador fala sem saber o que diz.&lt;br /&gt;(M.M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116834624551141443?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116834624551141443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116834624551141443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116834624551141443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116834624551141443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento_09.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116827654033870735</id><published>2007-01-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:15:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAGMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmento do Jornal d'uma senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres, na discussão, podem comparar-se às moscas sobre o doce: quanto mais procuram desviá-las, com maior tenacidade eslas voltam.&lt;br /&gt;(M.M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116827654033870735?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116827654033870735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116827654033870735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116827654033870735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116827654033870735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragmento.html' title='FRAGMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116799313843403221</id><published>2007-01-05T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T02:32:18.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janeiro molhado, se não é bom para o pão, não é mau para o gado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. 1780)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116799313843403221?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116799313843403221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116799313843403221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116799313843403221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116799313843403221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2007/01/provrbio.html' title='PROVÉRBIO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116654853143651723</id><published>2006-12-19T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:15:33.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém é suficientemente competente para governar outras pessoas sem o seu consentimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Abraham Lincoln)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116654853143651723?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116654853143651723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116654853143651723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116654853143651723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116654853143651723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2006/12/pensamento_19.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116600941987137152</id><published>2006-12-13T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:30:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA - Bulhão Pato</title><content type='html'>RETRATO D'UMA PORTUGUESA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Branco-mate o tom da cor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pé airoso, breve, estreito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boca - botão em flor;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a linha curva do peito!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrisos abrindo em pérolas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distinção, graça no porte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pupilas como relâmpagos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que podem dar vida ou morte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N'essa forma sobre-humana, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que mais seduz, mais domina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A carne, porção mundana?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ideal, porção divina?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomam como orgulho indómito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seu olhar fascinador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fascina também e é tímida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma estrela do Senhor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No grande baile sorria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais triste do que ditosa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois de tal modo estaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se acaso fosse orgulhosa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como d'esse branco-pálido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ressaem as negras comas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminha, formosa única,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cercada de luz e aromas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São tantos os teus poderes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;triunfadora invencível,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nas outras mulheres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a própria inveja é possível!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surgiste real e etérea!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N'estes dias positivos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus ressuscitou romântico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao sol dos teus olhos vivos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bulhão Pato, 1885)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116600941987137152?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116600941987137152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116600941987137152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do serviço de suas casas. Verdadeiramente eles as festejarão tanto, porque colhem lá delas tão pouca novidade, que vem a ser novidade o achar lá uma destas mulheres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Carta de guia de casados, D. Francisco Manuel de Melo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116592363382430845?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116592363382430845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116592363382430845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116592363382430845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116592363382430845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2006/12/prosa.html' title='PROSA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116532109648062707</id><published>2006-12-05T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T04:18:16.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só as mulheres e os médicos sabem como a mentira é necessária e benéfica ao homem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anatole France)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116532109648062707?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116532109648062707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116532109648062707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116532109648062707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116532109648062707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2006/12/pensamento.html' title='PENSAMENTO'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116525264240438396</id><published>2006-12-04T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:17:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VÁRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BONDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que nascemos, dependemos dos cuidados e do carinho dos nossos pais. Mais tarde, na vida, quando adoecemos e ficamos velhos, dependemos de novo da bondade dos outros. Dependendo  tanto da bondade alheia no princípio e fim da nossa vida, como podemos, no meio, justificar, esquecer a bondade para com os outros?&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116525264240438396?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116525264240438396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116525264240438396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116525264240438396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116525264240438396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2006/12/vria.html' title='VÁRIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011398.post-116489493809966529</id><published>2006-11-30T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:55:38.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRONOMIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COZINHA ITALIANA - IX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não falamos de sopas como a &lt;em&gt;Busega&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;Mille fanti&lt;/em&gt;, e outros pitéus como o &lt;em&gt;Gnocchi romano&lt;/em&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;Stucchi genovese&lt;/em&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;zampino&lt;/em&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;osso-boccone&lt;/em&gt;, os &lt;em&gt;brasccioli milanesi&lt;/em&gt;, etc. Não falamos dos doces. Não falamos dos licores.&lt;br /&gt;A  Itália tem uma culinária. Não admira. Vem dos romanos onde ainda são lembrados os Apicius e que teve entre os seus grandes generais Luculus. Este quando comia em casa dizia ao cozinheiro: «Luculus ceia em casa de Luculus» o que queria dizer traduzindo em vulgar: vê lá como te portas que o patrão hoje come cá...&lt;br /&gt;(In &lt;em&gt;Volúpia - A nona arte: a gastronomia&lt;/em&gt;, de Albino Forjaz de Sampaio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011398-116489493809966529?l=complementos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/feeds/116489493809966529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011398&amp;postID=116489493809966529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116489493809966529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011398/posts/default/116489493809966529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complementos.blogspot.com/2006/11/gastronomia_30.html' title='GASTRONOMIA'/><author><name>Énio Semedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878509991615330521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
