<?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-5478454</id><updated>2011-11-23T00:39:11.351Z</updated><category term='aforismos'/><category term='chaimites túnel marquês rossio obras de santa engrácia azulejos'/><category term='em 2008 faço-vos uma espera'/><category term='no label'/><category term='ladroagem sim'/><category term='petróleo amigos peniche'/><category term='pedro arroja'/><category term='sócrates não me cales por favor'/><category term='mas comigo não'/><category term='canudo dourado'/><category term='charrua não te apagues:és grande'/><category term='demito-me ou não me demito?'/><category term='24 de maio feira do livro'/><title type='text'>ZuluDasMeiasAltas</title><subtitle type='html'>Digo c&amp;aacute;ustico, digo ir&amp;oacute;nico, digo sarc&amp;aacute;stico, digo poesia em voz alta, e n&amp;atilde;o digo mais nada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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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-5478454.post-6168647832404701063</id><published>2010-06-30T07:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:56:59.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YO TENGO UN FILO</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6168647832404701063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6168647832404701063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6168647832404701063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6168647832404701063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-tengo-un-filo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-2147894281356586413</id><published>2010-01-21T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:40:38.404Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abre os olhos fecha a porta a ferida o salão dos banqueteslivra-te do sono, desenha os teus passos ébrios a canduraengorda a vaidade das tuas vestes lustrosas celebra-as umaa uma a que a nudez se estenda o ritual funesto da partidaEstranha na dor os momentos de adiante a ressaca do vividosê pragmático, voa com as tuas asas de alabastro à quedajanta com deuses fotografa-os contigo torna-te num </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2147894281356586413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=2147894281356586413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2147894281356586413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2147894281356586413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2010/01/abre-os-olhos-fecha-porta-ferida-o.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-3176514602384505079</id><published>2010-01-07T01:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:18:54.071Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devolve-me a sanidade mental que perdi, por me teres esquecido; quando me afastaste; quando viraste a tua direcção para um caminho diferente; trilho estranho esse que percorreste só.Malcolm Lowry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3176514602384505079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3176514602384505079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3176514602384505079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3176514602384505079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2010/01/devolve-me-sanidade-mental-que-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-8347173372640264347</id><published>2009-12-30T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:27:14.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>À luz da tua palavraonde me começa a jorna renascem pássaros de olhosque bolinam  em ondulaçõesverticais Voltam sempre como a forrarde infância um oceano que me cegaos braços que nadam até à margem conduzindo a dortransportando as pedras que se nos ficarampor abrir tal os meus olhos  nuno travanca   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8347173372640264347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8347173372640264347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8347173372640264347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8347173372640264347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/12/luz-da-tua-palavra-onde-me-comeca-jorna.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-5999517785473076044</id><published>2009-12-30T22:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:26:41.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje que a casa é mais mornagalopantes me surgem os desviosfalta-me a morte, de a caçaros beijos que me fecham os olhose aspergem de insanidade os sonhosfalta a arbitrariedade do teu gestoalguns litros de pecado, há uma luz que nunca se apagahoje que o céu é mais frioe esvoaçantes se notam os pássarosfalta-me o golpe, as asasos ligeiros tremores que salivoe transpareço na acção que te acolhefalta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5999517785473076044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a quatro de novembro realizar-se-á um concerto de homenagem a joão aguardela no centro cultural de belém pelas 21 horas. nesse concerto será anunciada a criação do prémio megafone cuja atribuição, a entidades individuais ou colectivas, visa destacar trabalhos musicais relacionados com as raízes da música tradicional portuguesa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8255671174218805189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8255671174218805189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8255671174218805189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8255671174218805189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/quatro-de-novembro-realizar-se-um.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-8504854361776499726</id><published>2009-10-26T23:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:24:40.292Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8504854361776499726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8504854361776499726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8504854361776499726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8504854361776499726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5958563935640870796</id><published>2009-10-26T16:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:59:05.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>durante a cerimónia de tomada de posse do XVIII governo constitucional da república portuguesa a dupla Neto e Falâncio, os “Homens da Luta”, não quiseram perder a oportunidade de marcar presença. Não puderam entrar por não possuírem os necessários convites, embora permanecesse a dúvida no íntimo da dupla se tal facto não se devia ao facto de não fazer parte da sua indumentária a gravata. Munidos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5958563935640870796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5958563935640870796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5958563935640870796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5958563935640870796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/durante-cerimonia-de-tomada-de-posse-do.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-8142411470630885940</id><published>2009-10-08T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:27:41.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A romancista alemã, de origem Romena, Herta Mueller, de 56 anos, foi distinguida com o Prémio Nobel da Literatura por causa da «densidade da sua poesia e franqueza da sua prosa» que descreve o «universo dos desapossados».Nascida a 17 de Agosto de 1953,  Mueller viu a sua obra ser proibida no seu país de origem durante o regime de Nicolae Ceauşescu, o que levou a ela e ao seu marido a emigrarem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8142411470630885940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8142411470630885940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8142411470630885940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8142411470630885940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/romancista-alema-de-origem-romena-herta.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-4934413583204719523</id><published>2009-10-08T10:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:18:26.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>na palma da mãoa liberdade de consumir o mundoantes que ele nos esbofeteie irremediavelmente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4934413583204719523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=4934413583204719523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4934413583204719523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4934413583204719523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/na-palma-da-mao-liberdade-de-consumir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-179589189015167124</id><published>2009-10-06T11:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:19:50.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TUDO ISTO NO FUNDO É UMA FÁBULA&amp;eu só nasci pastor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/179589189015167124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=179589189015167124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/179589189015167124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/179589189015167124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/tudo-isto-no-fundo-e-uma-fabula-eu-so.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-285804285650237352</id><published>2009-10-06T11:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:20:03.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O zulu, renascido, diz:está a chover neste momentoeste é um momento chuvosoa chuva, esta, é um momentoesta é a chuva e um momentoestá a ser neste momento a chuvaa chuva, no momento, além de estar, é.não haverá muito mais a dizer,renascido não significa em momento algum melhoria do que quer que seja.Para si, esta chuva. Só porque sim. Dito-o assim e nem houvera melhor que a chuva.guarda-zulu-chuva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/285804285650237352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=285804285650237352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/285804285650237352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/285804285650237352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-zulu-renascido-diz-esta-chover-neste.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-3886529169443729650</id><published>2009-08-06T12:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:20:15.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Azz Ezz Izz Ozz Uzz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3886529169443729650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3886529169443729650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3886529169443729650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3886529169443729650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/08/izz.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-8338401899509762098</id><published>2009-06-03T10:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:50:23.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REABRE BREVEMENTE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8338401899509762098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8338401899509762098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3528848662342009281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3528848662342009281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3528848662342009281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3528848662342009281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2009/04/detesto-despedidas.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-467648105835422549</id><published>2008-12-05T10:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:13:04.285Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feitas as contas o erário público dispendeu com a Casa da Música mais 228% (duzentos e vinte e oito) do que aquilo que havia sido previsto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/467648105835422549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=467648105835422549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/467648105835422549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/467648105835422549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/12/feitas-as-contas-o-errio-pblico.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-3422908449321540435</id><published>2008-12-05T10:32:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:14:18.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jorge Palma casou-se com Rita Tomé, a sua namorada de longa data, em Las Vegas, no passado dia 27 de Novembro, na capela Viva Las Vegas numa cerimónia presenciada por um sósia de Elvis Presley. &lt;!-- infotext1 --&gt;&lt;!----&gt;  &lt;!-- infotext2 --&gt;</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-5537770219888098230</id><published>2008-10-07T16:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:43:56.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>se soubesse a afronta com que me reviem diversos e episódicos olharesdar-te-ia parte da natureza,o meu quinhão inteiro,a oportunidade escassade encontrar a paz que me pertenceu,inanimada, imóvel.se soubesses o princípiodos meus sufocantes finsdar-me-ias a natureza inteira,o meu escasso quinhão,a oportunidade de te encontrar imóvel,inanimada e em paz,lado a lado a mim,pontiagudo, cortante, cruel,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5537770219888098230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5537770219888098230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5537770219888098230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5537770219888098230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-soubesse-afronta-com-que-me-revi-em.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-4335267570567352839</id><published>2008-08-11T15:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:37:25.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Férias (quais férias?)O veraneante mais incauto revela a sua capacidade e destreza em estender a toalha a alguns metros da água, anuncia a sua máscula identidade com a pressão necessária para fazer equilibrar o chapéu de sol, finge conhecer todos os poros do seu corpo inundando cada um deles com protector solar, ajeita os óculos de sol, senta-se a meio da toalha perfeitamente esticada, inclina-se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4335267570567352839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=4335267570567352839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4335267570567352839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4335267570567352839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/08/frias-quais-frias-o-veraneante-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-6207300944318772125</id><published>2008-07-14T15:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:14:29.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O feminino do palpável(com e sem apalpação)O facto histórico e legado provisional intuído desse admirável mundo másculo influi, directamente, na dependência e integração no processo de arquétipo nuclear feminino. Uma eventual identidade feminina ainda vai demorar tempo a construir. A consciência feminina foi assimilada como uma espécie de contraponto da masculina, o que é, de todo em todo, um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6207300944318772125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6207300944318772125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6207300944318772125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6207300944318772125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-feminino-do-palpvel-com-e-sem-apalpao.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1734859683485507798</id><published>2008-07-14T11:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:45:21.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  grandiosa a intempérie      súbita das mãos o olhar rotundo que encerra   gritaria livre             incomensurável    vácuo de bonança   em explosão eminentetudo e o também                                             fascínio nuno travanca  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1734859683485507798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1734859683485507798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-7432894025654999604</id><published>2008-06-28T13:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:23:00.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7432894025654999604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7432894025654999604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7432894025654999604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7432894025654999604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-8058746131089137551</id><published>2008-06-27T22:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:00:56.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8058746131089137551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8058746131089137551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8058746131089137551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8058746131089137551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-5896803627470559653</id><published>2008-06-27T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:16:47.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escuto o silêncio protectordos bombardeamentos de medos,os coleccionadores de sangue joviale o teu vaporoso amor.São sons que consigo isolar,definir perfeitamente – um dia foi o teu corpo.A vantagem de levar um amor para a guerraé a surdez com que nos fica – resiste ao ferimento.A paixão que jamais voltará a assolarantes seja apaziguada a íntima lucidezimiscui-se no desinteresse súbitocriado em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5896803627470559653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5896803627470559653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5896803627470559653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5896803627470559653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/escuto-o-silncio-protector-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-7765466441037604922</id><published>2008-06-16T16:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:43:28.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou-me a verdaqui a dez anosalcoólicoa regatear os trocoscom umas poesiascom umas filosofias a maisa ser repreendidoa ser motivo de risotaAlcoólicoa insultar os deusesa maldizer o mundoeis-me daqui a dez anos.A. Pedro Ribeiro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7765466441037604922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7765466441037604922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7765466441037604922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7765466441037604922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/estou-me-ver-daqui-dez-anos-alcolico.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5279251442449014582</id><published>2008-06-16T14:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:55:07.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saio à rua, perdão, avenida. Tiro, do bolso esquerdo, um aglomerado de cartões, representantes de empresas e gente óbvia no geral. Rasgo-os ao meio antes de me sentar numa vaga da esplanada do café de esquina. Peço um café e um bagaço. O cheirinho, sou eu que ministro. Nem sempre foi assim.  Lanço uma gargalhada, para ver se pega. Alguns vizinhos de ocasião olham com estranheza, acabam o seu café</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5279251442449014582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5279251442449014582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5279251442449014582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5279251442449014582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/saio-rua-perdo-avenida.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-7300300716638205227</id><published>2008-06-04T18:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:08:51.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há uma peça de piano que foi hoje inacabada.os seus longos dedos viajam entre o branco e o negro sugerindo a harmonia das coisaso piano de cauda senta-se em bicos de pés faz a vénia quase deitadoo público levanta-se erguendo as mãos efusivas, aplaudem sem maise a peça abandona a sala, incompreendida, debaixo de um ruído excessivo, incomensurável, inadiável, que não pode suportar.nt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7300300716638205227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7300300716638205227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7300300716638205227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7300300716638205227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-uma-pea-de-piano-que-foi-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-504782558282956955</id><published>2008-05-21T15:48:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:52:09.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Etimologia vs Fonética...Venceu a fonética e saímos todos a perder porque quem nos representa no hemiciclo, provavelmente, não conhece quem representa, ou talvez conheça...ou talvez conheça...mal vai este país...por uma língua sem regras, passa a escrever-se aquilo que se diz, como se diz...saum uns sem berguonhas...estes políticus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/504782558282956955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=504782558282956955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/504782558282956955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/504782558282956955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/05/etimologia-vs-fontica.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-7491107792356931258</id><published>2008-04-30T11:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:52:23.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"É difícil não baixar o nível com certas pessoas. Se mantiver o nível, elas não percebem. Não vou citar o José Régio ou o António Nobre com alguém do futebol senão ainda me perguntam se são presidentes da Firestone ou da Goodyear"Jorge Nuno Pinto da Costa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7491107792356931258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7491107792356931258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7491107792356931258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7491107792356931258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/04/difcil-no-baixar-o-nvel-com-certas.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-2150848231470581391</id><published>2008-04-30T11:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:52:37.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ora aí está o que é! gasolina mais cara, ó yé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2150848231470581391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=2150848231470581391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2150848231470581391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2150848231470581391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/04/ora-est-o-que-gasolina-mais-cara-y.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1736595686035343473</id><published>2008-01-22T12:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:52:53.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou profundamente decepcionado com a tacanhez demagógica e a falta de escrúpulos preconizada pelo Governo Socialista no que concerne à aplicação da lei do tabaco. Fico atónito quando em programas em canal aberto do Estado se defendam coisas a que já nos vamos habituando (alguns de nós) tais como o BEM INEFÁVEL de controlar os hábitos de vida dos Portugueses.vamos a pontos:1. Admito que o fumo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1736595686035343473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1736595686035343473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1736595686035343473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1736595686035343473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/estou-profundamente-decepcionado-com.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-7074489526811251983</id><published>2008-01-14T12:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:53:09.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ángel González(1922-2008)CREPÚSCULO, ALBUQUERQUE, INVIERNO  No fue un sueño,lo vi:La nieve ardía.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7074489526811251983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7074489526811251983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7074489526811251983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7074489526811251983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/ngel-gonzlez1922-2008-crepsculo.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-8736074068101699521</id><published>2008-01-08T14:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:53:24.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Escrevo como um profissional, à linha, as palavras pouco importam, são ambíguas e inúteis. As palavras não somos nós. E tu, leitor, és um pretexto: testemunha, confidente, cúmplice, vítima ou juiz, jamais nos conheceremos, jamais saberás quem sou, onde te minto, onde chorei, onde nos podíamos ambos rir a bom rir da nossa pavorosa condição de gente morta ou gente que vai morrer."Luiz Pacheco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8736074068101699521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8736074068101699521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8736074068101699521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8736074068101699521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/escrevo-como-um-profissional-linha-as.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5812214155088981497</id><published>2008-01-08T14:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:53:41.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Luiz Pacheco (1925-2008) é um dos poucos monstros literários que se passeou drasticamente pelo séc. XX.Muito para além das piadas mendigadas, do passa para cá que eu já lá vou,  da figura teatral e incontornável, da ousadia, do jargão que fazia as delícias dos ouvidos habituados a outras guerras e outras submissões, foi um escritor do quotidiano, daquilo que se passa nas nossas barbas e não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5812214155088981497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5812214155088981497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5812214155088981497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5812214155088981497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-luiz-pacheco-1925-2008-um-dos-poucos.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5389207742762745354</id><published>2008-01-02T15:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:54:02.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lei do tabaco só não é inacreditável na medida em que, por um lado é dúbia, e por outro porque a mentalidade portuguesa confunde-se com imitações baratas daquilo que os outros têm de pior.obrigado josé sócrates por quereres controlar as nossas vontades.de seguida será decretado que todos teremos de fazer jogging e ser uma espécie de engenheiros.por falar nisso:zé diogo pá, 1,6gr/l  é para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5389207742762745354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5389207742762745354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5389207742762745354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5389207742762745354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/lei-do-tabaco-s-no-inacreditvel-na.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-8129787690322586197</id><published>2008-01-01T16:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:54:32.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>à maria khépribeleza enquanto processo respiratórioela solve mecanicamente o sanguequando inspira melancólico outro diauma pequena árvore mostra-me as asasos vôos impróprios que lhe descobreas luzes ofuscadas do seu límpido sonoe então expira, tal prazo que não liprocessa-se ante um corpete apertadouma respiração dúbiaobstinadamente reflectiram o silêncioos passeios dos lagos espelhadosa raiva </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8129787690322586197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8129787690322586197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8129787690322586197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8129787690322586197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2008/01/maria-khpri-beleza-enquanto-processo.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-8799717376159503188</id><published>2007-11-14T15:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:54:57.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      nasce a sombra impoluta    pelo vidro sem pressa.um vagar atordoado no ventre  a arder de frio.     escorre líquida molhando os pés a quem passa,  em devaneio     quase quieta  assente num ombro de túmulos  de gelo     derrete-me as mãos  póstumas        e permanece num terrenovirado ao sol     na minha longa boca ouve-se  silêncio até o horizonte perder     pesa no quebrar do vidro  nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8799717376159503188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8799717376159503188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8799717376159503188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8799717376159503188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/nasce-sombra-impoluta-pelo-vidro-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-1365297092246976685</id><published>2007-11-14T13:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:55:17.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liam poemas e asasem passos circundanteshoje, como ontem,ontem como amanhãnt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1365297092246976685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1365297092246976685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1365297092246976685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1365297092246976685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/liam-poemas-e-asas-por-passos.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-7250043300572130727</id><published>2007-11-11T16:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:58:59.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dando seguimento à correnteDjuna Barnes«Entro na minha morte e não produzo nenhum conforto, nem mesmo nos sonhos.»(excerto de O Bosque da Noite, Relógio d´Água Editores, 1987)Recebi, há provavelmente mais do que muito tempo, um amável desafio do Rui que quase quebrei enquanto corrente, mas, porque temos deveres de consciência para com os amigos, agora passo ao outro e não ao mesmo: ágata ramos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7250043300572130727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7250043300572130727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7250043300572130727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7250043300572130727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/11/dando-seguimento-corrente-djuna-barnes.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1778095588007018872</id><published>2007-10-18T16:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:56:28.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alcanço uma janela.esta encontra-se descalça e aparentanão respirar. falta-mepor fim, o ar.nt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1778095588007018872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1778095588007018872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1778095588007018872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1778095588007018872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/10/alcano-uma-janela.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6395084617336316651</id><published>2007-09-11T16:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:56:56.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não, não estive de férias!se tivesse ido de férias teria tido tempo para escrever no Blog...agora toda a gente ouve Pavarotti...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6395084617336316651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6395084617336316651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6395084617336316651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6395084617336316651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-no-estive-de-frias-se-tivesse-ido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-8501744273268054788</id><published>2007-09-11T15:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:57:16.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olha um aviãozinho. olha outro. olha tantos aviõezinhos.Curiosidades de indígenas:aeroporto francisco sá-carneiro... que por acaso se despenhou num avião.quem terá sido o corajoso que deu este nome ao aeroporto? algum OTArio...para quando um porta-aviões xô ministro?D5;E4;b7  - água; um tiro no porta-aviões.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/8501744273268054788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=8501744273268054788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8501744273268054788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/8501744273268054788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/olha-um-aviozinho.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1865934160629647634</id><published>2007-09-11T11:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:57:39.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o outro dia enquanto ia treinar tiro com arco para o campo de golfe das amoreiras e treinar as minhas danças indígenas no alunos de apolo e o meu canto do cisne numa poça de água originada provavelmente por um cano roto ali da zona, olhei para cima e deparei-me com um garrafal reclamo que dizia McCann escrito no cimo de um edifício de escritórios. eu sei que já vi aquele nome em qualquer lado mas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1865934160629647634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1865934160629647634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1865934160629647634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1865934160629647634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-outro-dia-enquanto-ia-treinar-tiro.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5415810331149779348</id><published>2007-07-16T16:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:58:01.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sg cinzento é o sg extra light?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5415810331149779348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5415810331149779348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5415810331149779348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5415810331149779348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/sg-cinzento-o-sg-extra-light.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-1807789052829911589</id><published>2007-07-16T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:58:21.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o costa ganha em lisboa. habemos costas!saíu de número 2 do Governo direitinho a nº1 da Câmara Municipal de Lisboa.este costa é irmão do outro costa, o director de informação da sic notícias.passamos à análise:costa ganha mas ninguém lhe tira a derrota da votação por helena roseta.carmona ganha a negrão mas ninguém lhe tira a derrota da votação que o candidato que não sabia a lição ippar epul e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1807789052829911589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1807789052829911589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1807789052829911589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1807789052829911589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-costa-ganha-em-lisboa.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-949512074606893691</id><published>2007-07-16T15:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:58:38.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>já lá vão 4 anos e picos de existência, insistência e insurgência do zuludasmeiasaltas.é um caso sério de longevidade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/949512074606893691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=949512074606893691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/949512074606893691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/949512074606893691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-l-vo-4-anos-e-picos-de-existncia.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-94233025166573328</id><published>2007-07-16T15:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:58:56.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acho de uma leviandade a toda a prova o que têm feito ao herman josé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/94233025166573328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=94233025166573328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/94233025166573328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/94233025166573328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/acho-de-uma-leviandade-toda-prova-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-9131485617724071613</id><published>2007-07-05T14:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:59:20.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Era só para perguntar ao tipo que tirou engenharia na Univ. Independente quando é que me paga o IVA que me cobrou sobre o IA indevidamente...seu,zulu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/9131485617724071613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=9131485617724071613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/9131485617724071613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/9131485617724071613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/07/era-s-para-perguntar-ao-tipo-que-tirou.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-1100711230063284110</id><published>2007-06-28T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:59:42.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o lugar das lanternas no corporeverte a favor do ocasoe acaso o dia raiea luz difusa perde a chamasucumbe ao suor da manhãnuno travanca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1100711230063284110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1100711230063284110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1100711230063284110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1100711230063284110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-lugar-das-lanternas-no-corpo-reverte.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1337862039404769752</id><published>2007-06-28T11:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:00:06.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não gosto que faças issoNão gosto que useso isqueiroque teficoudo passadoparaatear ocigarro.Não gosto que faças isso.Agora queestáscomigonãoacho bemque recorrasao calorda chamaantigapara te acender o sorriso.João Luís Barreto Guimarães</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-3396985298732449316</id><published>2007-06-27T12:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:00:43.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o simplex é um bocado complicadex!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3396985298732449316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3396985298732449316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3396985298732449316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3396985298732449316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-simplex-um-bocado-complicadex.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-7403654654176458494</id><published>2007-05-23T12:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:01:04.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 de maio feira do livro'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feira do livro a partir de amanhã?!é já a seguir... carteira ao alto, religião em prática.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7403654654176458494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7403654654176458494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7403654654176458494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7403654654176458494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/feira-do-livro-partir-de-amanh-j-seguir.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5886871669354297685</id><published>2007-05-23T11:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:01:24.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em 2008 faço-vos uma espera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mas comigo não'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladroagem sim'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>os serviços multibanco passarão a ser taxados em 2008é o fim, PARA MIM, do multibanco.zulu vs banca - combate de titãs! não percam!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5886871669354297685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5886871669354297685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5886871669354297685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5886871669354297685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/os-servios-multibanco-passaro-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-2224997789149610685</id><published>2007-05-23T11:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:01:44.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sócrates não me cales por favor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charrua não te apagues:és grande'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caros leitores:Se tiverem doutoramento, mestrado, 12ºano, licenciatura, um rabo giro, mesmo que seja falso, enviem-me por fax que eu resolvo-vos o assunto.ao fazerem um comentário a este post estarão a fazê-lo por fernando charrua, o professor que um dia a actual censura do nosso país quis calar. Estarão a fazê-lo pela liberdade de expressão e pelo direito ao riso.és grande, charrua. és grande!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2224997789149610685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=2224997789149610685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2224997789149610685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2224997789149610685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/caros-leitores-se-tiverem-doutoramento.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-3285714603619020812</id><published>2007-05-05T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:02:01.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demito-me ou não me demito?'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come oncar me oncar monar o d ri gu es</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3285714603619020812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3285714603619020812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3285714603619020812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3285714603619020812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-on-car-me-on-car-mona-r-o-d-ri-gu.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-4021841063456873200</id><published>2007-04-23T17:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:02:20.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a discussão pública do percurso académico de josé sócrates é um castigo divinoalberto joão jardim dixit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4021841063456873200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=4021841063456873200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4021841063456873200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4021841063456873200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/discusso-pblica-do-percurso-acadmico-de.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-3594054130539680763</id><published>2007-04-23T17:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:02:38.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o livro também tem dia,é hoje.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3594054130539680763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3594054130539680763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3594054130539680763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3594054130539680763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-livro-tambm-tem-dia-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-840993478087749870</id><published>2007-04-19T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:03:17.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petróleo amigos peniche'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>há petróleo em peniche!alguém me pode esclarecer sobre isto. é que eu tenho ideia de que há petróleo em todo o lado, as profundidades é que variam...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/840993478087749870/comments/default' title='Enviar 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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-5478454.post-5877725487034298896</id><published>2007-04-19T14:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:03:33.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaimites túnel marquês rossio obras de santa engrácia azulejos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dia 25 de abril vai inaugurar PARTE do túnel do marquês.Parece que já estou a ver os primeiros utilizadores do traçado, nas suas chaimites!à primeira vista os azulejos pareceram-me um tanto ou quanto "demodé"vá lá, vá lá, não terem escolhido o 1 de maio...por falar em túneis, como é que se vai dali para o Rossio?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5877725487034298896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5877725487034298896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5877725487034298896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5877725487034298896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/dia-25-de-abril-vai-inaugurar-parte-do.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6753811915307454700</id><published>2007-04-19T14:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:03:52.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Governo admite fazer 2º aeroporto antes da Ota...Prevê-se a ruptura completa da capacidade de resposta do aeroporto da portela lá para o ano de 2015, altura em que o projecto da Ota (ou outro qualquer projecto similar em local diverso) ainda não estará erigido.O ministro mário lino veio já referir que admite a possibilidade de construir um aeroporto de carácter provisório (os locais mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6753811915307454700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6753811915307454700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6753811915307454700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6753811915307454700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/governo-admite-fazer-2-aeroporto-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6231605143459837287</id><published>2007-04-19T12:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:04:33.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"(...) não entendi a sua entrepretação da questão!"e a minha interpretação será que percebeu?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6231605143459837287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6231605143459837287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6231605143459837287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6231605143459837287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5830510228236888050</id><published>2007-04-18T12:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:04:54.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedro arroja'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ilustre professor pedro arroja que um dia me disse que o consumo de droga era desejável. dessa forma haveria mais possibilidades dos adictos morrerem depressa. um liberalista incondicional que me disse um dia que era relativamente fácil ganhar dinheiro na bolsa, agora fala de estruturas familiares, latinas, sul europeias, católicas e as do norte da europa, anglo-saxónicas, e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5830510228236888050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5830510228236888050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5830510228236888050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5830510228236888050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-ilustre-professor-pedro-arroja-que-um.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5040738533236361975</id><published>2007-04-18T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:05:30.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- já foi substituído.- quem?- não é quem, é o quê!- o quê?- aquilo.- quem?- o quê!- o quê?- passou-me.  já ouviste a história do sócrates?- bem me parecia que era quem...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5040738533236361975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5040738533236361975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5040738533236361975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5040738533236361975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/j-foi-substitudo.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5922020255125856715</id><published>2007-04-18T11:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:05:51.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A data que nos sugere, parece-me adequada tendo em atenção que Abril costuma ser um mês pouco fiável. Abril, águas mil!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5922020255125856715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5922020255125856715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5922020255125856715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5922020255125856715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/data-que-nos-sugere-parece-me-adequada.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-7031451698085935095</id><published>2007-04-18T11:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:01:59.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estamos em tempo de aforismos, porque a moda é feita de pequenas mordaças, que me ficam tão bem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7031451698085935095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7031451698085935095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7031451698085935095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7031451698085935095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/estamos-em-tempo-de-aforismos-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-7946880556087479685</id><published>2007-04-12T22:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:01:24.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui longe de mais dentro de mim.Sebastião Alba</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7946880556087479685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7946880556087479685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7946880556087479685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7946880556087479685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/fui-longe-de-mais-dentro-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-952202781937985604</id><published>2007-04-10T15:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:01:10.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canudo dourado'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>josé sócrates pinto de sousa foi um aluno tão brilhante, tão brilhante, que se "formou" num dia do Senhor (domingo) de Agosto.num curso de 31 cadeiras o actual primeiro-ministro terá pedido equivalência a 25 cadeiras e terá feito 5 cadeiras. o outro engenheiro (o guterres do pib) fez as contas e não há dúvidas: 31 - 25 = 5ter-se-á licenciado num ano em que nenhum outro aluno se terá formado no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/952202781937985604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=952202781937985604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/952202781937985604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/952202781937985604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/jos-scrates-pinto-de-sousa-foi-um-aluno.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-2643218913888385524</id><published>2007-04-10T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:00:52.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um estudo conclui que a cafeína e a nicotina evitam doença de parkinson.em portugal, no que concerne à nicotina, tudo leva a crer que apenas em áreas superiores a 100m2...ou terapia caseira...ou pensinhos nos braços...sinais de fumo do zulu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2643218913888385524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=2643218913888385524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2643218913888385524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2643218913888385524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-estudo-conclui-que-cafena-e-nicotina.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6810855203087787849</id><published>2007-03-27T14:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:02:55.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o teatro.o dia do teatro.o dia mundial do teatro.sai de cena quem não é de cena.abre o pano. zulu teatral</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6810855203087787849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6810855203087787849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6810855203087787849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6810855203087787849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-teatro.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-3358035565288991689</id><published>2007-03-23T15:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:02:40.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>para quem ontem teve a oportunidade de ver a grande (miniatura) entrevista com o major valentim loureiro ( já promovido após ter sido expulso do exército por ter sido indiciado num caso de desvio de dinheiros que tinham como destino cantinas do exército) terá reparado na enorme gaffe que este cometeu ao deixar sair um "tráfico de influências" que depressa tentou emendar, expressão esta que em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3358035565288991689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3358035565288991689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3358035565288991689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3358035565288991689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-quem-ontem-teve-oportunidade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5982046692687101027</id><published>2007-03-21T14:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:02:24.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dia 21 é o dia mundial da poesiaé o dia da árvoreplanta um poema e escreve uma árvore.saudações prima Vera.2+2=4 (quase sempre)no domingo não se esqueçam de adiantar o relógio uma hora.cuidado com as alergias.de resto nós por cá tudo bem.zulu de passagem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5982046692687101027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5982046692687101027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5982046692687101027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5982046692687101027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-21-o-dia-mundial-da-poesia-o-dia-da.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-3559751115938500204</id><published>2007-03-19T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:39:36.231Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "(...) tinha nos olhos o sorriso mais bonito que se pode ter. Sempre teve. Fitava-me a direito. De tanta ternura é que morreu"alface    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/3559751115938500204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=3559751115938500204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3559751115938500204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/3559751115938500204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6007319325087668351</id><published>2007-03-19T16:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:06:16.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Seu legado... Agradeço-o profundamente. Amo-o em cada gesto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6007319325087668351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6007319325087668351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6007319325087668351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6007319325087668351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-seu-legado.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5383501316686729923</id><published>2007-03-14T15:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:03:25.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no label'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>andamos todos a olhar pela janela. a contenda tende a agravar-se. há dias em que o sossego só faz parte da hiperactividade. este lugar é um lugar térreo. aquele prédio pisca-me, de novo, o olho. são tantas as antenas que se a voragem fosse medida ao grama, teria muitos gramas de tempo de antena. digo-o só como se tudo o que me aparenta, seja. o meu amigo do dedo deixa-me a roupa a cheirar. às </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5383501316686729923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5383501316686729923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5383501316686729923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5383501316686729923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/andamos-todos-olhar-pela-janela.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-2813656461428404051</id><published>2007-03-07T07:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:03:41.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La mort elle aussi brille par son absence"morreu ontem o sociólogo, poeta e fotógrafo francês Jean Baudrillard.pensador da causa quotidiana, de teses extremas, da desconstrução da realidade, dos planos descontínuos, idiossincráticos e dissociáveis.VIO avesso do céugravado em cobree desensolarada a própria águaentre o fim da feirae o mercado de floresquando ultrapassamos a imagemuns dos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/2813656461428404051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=2813656461428404051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2813656461428404051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/2813656461428404051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-mort-elle-aussi-brille-par-son.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-6667082254975933010</id><published>2007-03-02T20:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:04:00.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>morreu o alface.cá vai lisboae o pai porreiro que ganha muito dinheirocasado coma mãe porreira para a vida inteiraos lusíadas alfacinhasestão em sentido com o fim das bichascom filhos assim que dão cabo de mim?o sr. lá saberá.alfaçada de palavras de alface com um pesarosoó alface, tem cuidado com os rapazeszulu cor-de-alface</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/6667082254975933010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=6667082254975933010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6667082254975933010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/6667082254975933010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/morreu-o-alface.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-10656928630831506</id><published>2007-03-01T11:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:04:17.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ingestão diária de álcool pode prolongar tempo de vida"in jornal SOLe o zulu mais não diz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/10656928630831506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=10656928630831506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/10656928630831506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/10656928630831506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/03/ingesto-diria-de-lcool-pode-prolongar.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5756582289298538125</id><published>2007-02-07T11:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:04:30.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aviso à navegação:O voto em branco no referendo, sobre a IVG não importa as razões que levam a esse sentido de voto, continua a ser VÁLIDO, como em outros sufrágios.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5756582289298538125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5756582289298538125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5756582289298538125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5756582289298538125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/02/aviso-navegao-o-voto-em-branco-no.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-7726096185065237265</id><published>2007-02-06T17:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:04:55.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas questões sobre o rocambolesco sufrágio do referendus horribilis (parte II):Pelas minhas contas o próximo referendo (parte III) sobre a IVG será... lá para 2016?...Não se percebe o que fazem os deputados...Parlamentarismo Representativo quer dizer alguma coisa de relevante?Para quando o voto electrónico?Quem ganha com o NÃO? Quem ganha com o SIM?Quem responder que é a Mulher leva um chuto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/7726096185065237265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=7726096185065237265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7726096185065237265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/7726096185065237265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/02/algumas-questes-sobre-o-rocambolesco.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-1615995913447592335</id><published>2007-01-30T17:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:05:09.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O compositor checo Karel Svoboda, autor da banda sonora dos desenhos animados "Abelha Maia", morreu no passado domingo, aos 68 anos de idade.Resta-nos o Tozé Brito que fez a letra e a Ágata que emprestou a voz à versão portuguesa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/1615995913447592335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=1615995913447592335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1615995913447592335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/1615995913447592335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-compositor-checo-karel-svoboda-autor.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-4963925012672873010</id><published>2007-01-29T12:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:05:23.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Está em cima da mesa do governo e autarquias um dossier que visa estudar a introdução de portagens à entrada das cidades de forma a dissuadir o trânsito de automóveis e diminuir as emissões de CO2.A questão é a seguinte, caminha-se a passos largos para a difusão das tecnologias ditas amigas do ambiente. No mercado já se encontram comercializáveis, pelo menos três modelos de marcas sobejamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/4963925012672873010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=4963925012672873010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4963925012672873010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/4963925012672873010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/est-em-cima-da-mesa-do-governo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-5023643876081060210</id><published>2007-01-28T01:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:05:41.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um convento a menos e o que será, será.cubazululibre</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/5023643876081060210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=5023643876081060210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5023643876081060210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/5023643876081060210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-convento-menos-e-o-que-ser-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-9123463059765056171</id><published>2007-01-27T14:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:06:12.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o meu amor é teu. herdei-o do teu amor, e deixei-toem testamento tal qual mo deixaste a mim.quando morrero estado fica com a parte tangível do nosso corpocoitadopouco mais do que os ossosnuno travanca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/9123463059765056171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=9123463059765056171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/9123463059765056171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/9123463059765056171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-meu-amor-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116948505438908849</id><published>2007-01-22T16:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:06:57.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Primeiro-Ministro, José Sócrates Carvalho Pinto de SousaEx-presidente do Conselho de Arbitragem da Federação Portuguesa de Futebol,  José António Pinto de Sousa, é um dos 27 acusados no núcleo original do processo Apito Douradoo que o zulu foi descobrir...ambos são Pinto de Sousa!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116948505438908849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116948505438908849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116948505438908849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116948505438908849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-primeiro-ministro-jos-scrates.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116946313658152232</id><published>2007-01-22T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:52:16.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão (15.08.1938- 19.01.2007)Dou graças a meus olhosque apaziguaram o meu cérebroestarrecido pela literatura.Outrora era o poder das letras,a beberagem, o filtro das sílabasque brotavam em espiraldas páginas dos mestres insanos.Era eu num alto poço, com o fundono topo inverso da minha cabeça,a sorver o crânio dos antepassados.Era eu, no mais dentro de uma britadeiramental, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116946313658152232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116946313658152232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116946313658152232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116946313658152232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/fiama-hasse-pais-brando-15.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-116885958136100142</id><published>2007-01-15T11:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:08:54.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>os dez mais da lista dos "grandes portugueses" e suas respectivas biografias OficiaisCamões1524 ou 1525: Datas prováveis do nascimento de Luís Vaz de Camões, talvez em Lisboa. - 1548: Desterro no Ribatejo; alista-se no Ultramar. - 1549: Embarca para Ceuta; perde o olho direito numa escaramuça contra os Mouros. - 1551: Regressa a Lisboa. - 1552: Numa briga, fere um funcionário da Cavalariça Real e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116885958136100142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116885958136100142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116885958136100142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116885958136100142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/os-dez-mais-da-lista-dos-grandes.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116849872275145711</id><published>2007-01-11T06:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:09:14.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem quer que tenha gostado do filme Apocalypto do mel gibson, por favor, enuncie ao zulu as razões porque o zulu, sinceramente, não consigue encontrar um pingo de interesse.valha-nos a ciência dos sonhoszulu cinéfilo, a saga</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116849872275145711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116849872275145711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116849872275145711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116849872275145711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/quem-quer-que-tenha-gostado-do-filme.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-116828274097569425</id><published>2007-01-08T18:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:09:51.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um rato descobre um caminho e diz a toda a gente sob forma de telegrama que se chama vasco.na véspera, uma família substituíu toda a gama de electrodomésticos.amanhã, após ler o correio, ainda a meio da leitura do jornal diário, vão degustar como habitualmente um queijo, sem uma taça de vinho.na vizinhança não há família de ratos, que se conheça, tão abastada.na página 38 a notícia de um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116828274097569425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116828274097569425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116828274097569425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116828274097569425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-rato-descobre-um-caminho-e-diz-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116784809635877679</id><published>2007-01-03T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:14:56.383Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prémio Municipal de Poesia Nuno Júdice é criado em 2007 pela Câmara Municipal de Aveiro em parceria com a Universidade de Aveiro e o Grupo Poético de Aveiro e abre as inscrições dia 04.01.2007 estando abertas até 16.02.2007O zulu abre aqui inscrições direccionadas para Câmaras Municipais: As Câmaras Municipais interessadas em adoptar o nome de nuno travanca para o milésimo nonagésimo terceiro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116784809635877679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116784809635877679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116784809635877679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116784809635877679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2007/01/prmio-municipal-de-poesia-nuno-jdice.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116534482188622142</id><published>2006-12-05T18:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:12:00.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRÉMIO CERVANTES 2006 para António GamonedaDiante das vinhas abrasadas pelo Inverno, penso no medo e na luz (uma única substância dentro dos meus olhos), penso na chuva e nas distâncias atravessadas pela ira.gamoneda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116534482188622142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116534482188622142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116534482188622142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116534482188622142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/12/prmio-cervantes-2006-para-antnio.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116454740404307904</id><published>2006-11-26T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:23:24.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cesariny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116454740404307904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116454740404307904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116454740404307904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116454740404307904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/11/cesariny.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5478454.post-116454567652656292</id><published>2006-11-26T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:20:05.816Z</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P CESARINY</title><summary type='text'>Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos nasceu em Lisboa no ano de 1923. Estudou na Escola António Arroio (onde conheceu, entre outros, Marcelino Vespeira, Júlio Pomar, Fernando Azevedo ou Cruzeiro Seixas) e na Academia da Grande Chaumière em Paris, onde contactou com artistas do grupo DADA e surrealistas. O seu percurso conta ainda com uma aprendizagem musical com Fernando Lopes Graça. Passou pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116454567652656292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=116454567652656292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116454567652656292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/116454567652656292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/11/rip-cesariny.html' title='R.I.P CESARINY'/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-116015839533975290</id><published>2006-10-06T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:13:15.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>os mestiços indefinidosdefinitivoshábeis de mãossugam agora cidades inteiraspelo olhar do filho adivinham pela memória saudáveis trocaspraças infindáveis de pernasfinitas tecem a orla da fêmeae desconfiam o lugar reagem em uníssonodentro e fora da jaula aprenderam que da sumidadedo domadorpodem retirar o melhor alimento e a ele, benevolentesde quando a quandomatam a fomecom cautela de filho  não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/116015839533975290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Deep Purple. mysterious and deep, nobody quite knows whats behind you but you like this because it shows you who caresDeep Purple94%lilac69%Blue69%Orange63%Black56%Green56%Yellow50%Red50%Pink44%Wot colour is ur soul?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/115870360286671771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=115870360286671771&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115870360286671771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115870360286671771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-scored-as-deep-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-115626580227853210</id><published>2006-08-22T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:56:42.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por dentro do início delerenascem chernes, taínhas do sado,lugares de homens de braços longos provavelmente se o desenharmosde fora para dentroestaremos a chegar de ládo chamamento a sua rede hojeé um episódio de marretasum fim de tarde na taberna daí que se olhar além da praiase vir velhos companheirose outros que nunca o foram a maré lhe suba até ao movimento ciliare vaze, pela cara abaixo por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-115454131031793957</id><published>2006-08-02T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:55:10.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personagens do imaginário zuluAnonymous - Nasceu em Sucedâneo de Post. É, não direi insurrecto, nem inconveniente, mas atento e revelador de domínio de técnicas de manejamento de armas brancas invejável. Mantém uma ténue relação com a realidade, prova disso é a sucessiva intenção de reagir às adversidades virtuais, qual D. Quixote de La Mancha em hora de ponta na ponte 25 de Outubro (ao final da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/115454131031793957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=115454131031793957&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115454131031793957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115454131031793957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/08/personagens-do-imaginrio-zulu.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-115255012160932679</id><published>2006-07-10T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:46:10.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personagens do imaginário zuluXô Dona Ironia da Piedade - Nasceu em cortex de baixo em ano apagado pelo tempo. É professora de canto na Escola muy Básica da contradição, onde pode dar largas à sua expressão. É bem intencionada, mas incompreendida. A sua forma de estar na vida instiga a que uns a amem e outros tantos a odeiem. Mantém uma relação intempestuosa com Xô Tór Sarcasmus de quem tem um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/115255012160932679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=115255012160932679&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115255012160932679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115255012160932679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/07/personagens-do-imaginrio-zulu-x-dona.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478454.post-115220765197898582</id><published>2006-07-06T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:44:11.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personagens do imaginário zuluXô Tór Sarcasmus - Nasceu na zona do cortex em ano indeterminado. para além de dominar à letra, e além desta, uma mensagem, ainda consegue reiterar-lhe de forma continuada diversos exageros. É formado em expressão dramática e hermenêutica à bolognesa. Veste-se vulgarmente de subtileza, e entende-se às mil maravilhas com a D. Ironia com quem mantém uma relação. É pai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/feeds/115220765197898582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5478454&amp;postID=115220765197898582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115220765197898582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478454/posts/default/115220765197898582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuludasmeiasaltas.blogspot.com/2006/07/personagens-do-imaginrio-zulu-x-tr.html' title=''/><author><name>n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774802738921982283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
