<?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-5569142</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:48:01.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>achoeu</title><subtitle type='html'>Apetece-me dizer, para ouvir o que me dizem. Ou escrever, para ler o que me escrevem. &lt;a href="mailto:achoeu@yahoo.com"&gt;Digam coisas&lt;/a&gt;. Henrique Burnay</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>515</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1500309042777872178</id><published>2010-06-13T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:06:05.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões</title><summary type='text'>Os cínicos também se desiludem. Positivamente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1500309042777872178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1500309042777872178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#1500309042777872178' title='Ilusões'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-2817703397442406328</id><published>2010-04-14T20:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:02:00.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas simples</title><summary type='text'>- Que fizeste hoje?- Três pessoas sorrir.- Quatro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/2817703397442406328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/2817703397442406328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2817703397442406328' title='Coisas simples'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-8944603993254716189</id><published>2010-04-02T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:30:07.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The others</title><summary type='text'>"... the only thing that has made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times that I was able to truly connect with another person."A sinlge Man</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/8944603993254716189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/8944603993254716189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8944603993254716189' title='The others'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-228415561695460667</id><published>2010-02-28T23:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:53:39.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Homens sós</title><summary type='text'>Um óptimo filme sobre gente que fuma e outros prazeres e solidões. E sobre o tempo de cada um.- Se o presente é uma merda, o que é que te faz pensar que o futuro vai ser melhor.- Pode ser.(Citação sem rigor académico)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/228415561695460667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/228415561695460667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#228415561695460667' title='Homens sós'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-5892910227589854301</id><published>2010-02-25T22:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:18:15.338Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><summary type='text'>Os velhos sabem que foram novos, mas os novos não sabem que vão ser velhos.Os novos acham que vão ser novos para sempre, os velhos acham que ainda são.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5892910227589854301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5892910227589854301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5892910227589854301' title='O tempo'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-3809937832932458787</id><published>2009-11-20T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:42:13.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem Título</title><summary type='text'>Casa é um lugar que inventamos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3809937832932458787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3809937832932458787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3809937832932458787' title='Sem Título'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-4543170935072187170</id><published>2009-11-08T14:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:57:21.292Z</updated><title type='text'>Lembrar</title><summary type='text'>O fim é o lugar onde começam as memórias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4543170935072187170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4543170935072187170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4543170935072187170' title='Lembrar'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-36690034122266206</id><published>2009-09-20T12:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:54:25.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabrela</title><summary type='text'>- A chuva abalou.- Não chegou a chegar.Como uma tarde de verão que não tivemos .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/36690034122266206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/36690034122266206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#36690034122266206' title='Cabrela'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-5317988526959578220</id><published>2009-08-03T23:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:42:46.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sinceridades</title><summary type='text'>Ela quer vingar-se de outro; ele quer  vingar-se dela. Por isso fodem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5317988526959578220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5317988526959578220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5317988526959578220' title='sinceridades'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-5686077792320405612</id><published>2009-06-21T23:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:22:52.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perdoam-se actos, não se desculpa o carácter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5686077792320405612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5686077792320405612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5686077792320405612' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-7106600811833125606</id><published>2009-05-29T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:41:00.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amar-te-me. Ou amar-me-te?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7106600811833125606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7106600811833125606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7106600811833125606' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-3004892329864006603</id><published>2009-05-01T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:42:38.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3004892329864006603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3004892329864006603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3004892329864006603' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-7053853417548274024</id><published>2009-04-25T17:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:47:15.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- A festa foi óptima. Cheguei a casa e caí na cama. Nem me despi.- Podia ter sido melhor, portanto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7053853417548274024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7053853417548274024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7053853417548274024' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-4208621320293463570</id><published>2009-04-25T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:20:26.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título</title><summary type='text'>O mal de uma juventude feliz é ter boas memórias demasiado cedo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4208621320293463570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4208621320293463570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4208621320293463570' title='Sem título'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-7199986985214780559</id><published>2009-04-07T17:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:47:20.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida dos outros e as janelas de Amesterdão</title><summary type='text'>A vida dos outros, a intimidade dos conhecidos, não me interessa. O que é privado é para ficar aí mesmo, atrás de um portão e de um muro. Mas a privacidade dos estranhos, confesso, atrai-me.Gosto de ouvir as conversas das mesas do lado, espreitar o livro que quem também vai no autocarro está a ler, ver as caras dentro dos outros carros e imaginar vidas. A graça é essa. Podemos invadir a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7199986985214780559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7199986985214780559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7199986985214780559' title='A vida dos outros e as janelas de Amesterdão'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1624323946528056907</id><published>2009-04-07T17:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:25:42.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi o que ela trouxe</title><summary type='text'>Amores perfeitos, da floristaUm romance, do armárioUm bom bocado, que o senhor Joaquim quis darE chá de tília, para acalmar o menino.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1624323946528056907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1624323946528056907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1624323946528056907' title='Foi o que ela trouxe'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-7646277038808296491</id><published>2009-03-29T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:43:03.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um quarto com janela para o campo. Dois pares de botas. Um cão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7646277038808296491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7646277038808296491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7646277038808296491' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-7601128610472719805</id><published>2009-03-26T20:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:46:23.422Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No fimdo mesmo caminhohá lugares diferentes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7601128610472719805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/7601128610472719805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7601128610472719805' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1757707361050994310</id><published>2009-03-26T20:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:44:39.129Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os homens que nunca foram felizes nunca choram.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1757707361050994310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1757707361050994310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1757707361050994310' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1518128396645923895</id><published>2009-03-26T20:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:42:32.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somos paisagens. Lugares de passagem uns dos outros.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1518128396645923895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1518128396645923895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1518128396645923895' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-349772961961976089</id><published>2009-03-24T23:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:04:47.386Z</updated><title type='text'>O que fazer</title><summary type='text'>Não aprendi a amar melhor, não aprendi a relativizar, não aprendi a gozar todos os minutos da vida. Nem sequer aprendi a compreender os caminhos de Deus. Não Lhe faço essa pergunta.A única coisa que aprendi foi que a única pergunta que conta é: o que fazer?E aprendi que ter amado salva, mesmo quando não há salvação.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/349772961961976089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/349772961961976089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#349772961961976089' title='O que fazer'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-8233737757874549920</id><published>2009-03-24T22:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:54:29.672Z</updated><title type='text'>É sempre assim</title><summary type='text'>Se pudesse voltar atrás, cometia outros erros.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/8233737757874549920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/8233737757874549920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8233737757874549920' title='É sempre assim'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-4255100602879997515</id><published>2009-03-24T22:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:53:10.464Z</updated><title type='text'>O corpo</title><summary type='text'>Vemo-nos no facebook, seguimo-nos no twitter, lemo-nos no blog, falamos no skype, podíamos conversar no messenger. Mas falta o corpo. Não há amor sem corpo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4255100602879997515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4255100602879997515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4255100602879997515' title='O corpo'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1520387463302628593</id><published>2008-08-29T23:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:07:48.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><summary type='text'>Devo ter incorporado o sistema windows. Passo a vida a reinstalar-me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1520387463302628593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1520387463302628593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1520387463302628593' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1103533693137729502</id><published>2007-12-07T04:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:03:06.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Aliki Burnay, 1939 - 2007</title><summary type='text'>A história da Vida da minha Mãe foi uma história de amar. A Minha Mãe amou a Vida e tudo o que ela tem de grande. Amou o sol, o mar e sobretudo as pessoas. Mas amou também o que faz a diferença.Amou os beijos do avô Rabi, as ondas da praia de Santo Amaro de Oeiras, as visitas à tia Nitza nas grades do colégio do Bom Sucesso e amou o tio Jorge como uma luz. Amou as amigas do liceu que ficaram para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1103533693137729502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1103533693137729502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1103533693137729502' title='Aliki Burnay, 1939 - 2007'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-816516861574831496</id><published>2007-12-07T03:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:01:46.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser amável</title><summary type='text'>Now, where was He? Why didn’t He stop it? What possible point can there be to such a tragedy? Isn’t God supposed to be good? Isn’t God supposed to love us?Now, that’s the nub of the matter: love. I think I’m right in saying that by “love”, most of us mean either kindness or being “in love”. But surely when we say that God loves us we don’t mean that God is in love with us... do we? Not sitting by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/816516861574831496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/816516861574831496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#816516861574831496' title='Ser amável'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1751733400349477986</id><published>2007-07-21T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:05:06.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><summary type='text'>"Pain is a fact. But a thing or two we can do, and since we can, we must. As for the rest, who knows? Let´s wait and see".(Srulik) A perfect peace, Amos Oz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1751733400349477986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1751733400349477986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1751733400349477986' title='Pain'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-3298076304782093985</id><published>2007-06-13T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:47:34.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><summary type='text'>Apetece-me sempre ser outro, e esse também não.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3298076304782093985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/3298076304782093985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3298076304782093985' title='Eu'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-5215548918017141246</id><published>2007-03-15T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:14:04.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Aos 35, 2º parte</title><summary type='text'>Florença, aos 35. Tudo o que é mais belo também é mais antigo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5215548918017141246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/5215548918017141246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5215548918017141246' title='Aos 35, 2º parte'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-1474702889459564347</id><published>2007-03-15T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:12:13.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Aos 35</title><summary type='text'>Não volto a ter 34. Nem tudo o resto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1474702889459564347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/1474702889459564347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1474702889459564347' title='Aos 35'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-4977070926778028193</id><published>2007-03-15T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:11:47.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma das poucas coisas que aprendi</title><summary type='text'>Não se volta atrás. Não se emenda um erro, não se altera um passado, não se faz bem o que se fez mal. Antes que a vida seja uma sucessão de falhas, do que uma repetição de enganos. O que está feito, bem ou mal, ficou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4977070926778028193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/4977070926778028193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4977070926778028193' title='Uma das poucas coisas que aprendi'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116502379037505020</id><published>2006-12-02T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:22:13.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Post de electricidade</title><summary type='text'>Gostava de, de vez em quando, ao fim do dia estar contigo numa sala a ver filmes estúpidos na televisão e depois irmos dormir. Mais nada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116502379037505020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116502379037505020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116502379037505020' title='Post de electricidade'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116403413576473217</id><published>2006-11-20T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:57:26.856Z</updated><title type='text'> É disto que se fala</title><summary type='text'>Espero que seja tão bom de ler como está a ser bom prepará-lo. .31 da Armada, a partir de dia 25, no computador que tiver mais à mão</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116403413576473217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116403413576473217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116403413576473217' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://31daarmada.blogs.sapo.pt/&quot;&gt; É disto que se fala&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116361388235818329</id><published>2006-11-15T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:04:42.360Z</updated><title type='text'>31? 31? Ah, oiço falar disso. Diz que vai ser bom.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116361388235818329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116361388235818329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116361388235818329' title='31? 31? Ah, oiço falar disso. Diz que vai ser bom.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116361322074547268</id><published>2006-11-15T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:53:40.760Z</updated><title type='text'>A pensar em ter saudades.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116361322074547268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116361322074547268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116361322074547268' title='A pensar em ter saudades.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116345267204649465</id><published>2006-11-13T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:21:06.120Z</updated><title type='text'>O Princípio e o fim II</title><summary type='text'>Este Blog foi o que calhou. Um sítio onde eu vinha, onde sítio onde ninguém ia, um sítio onde alguém algumas vezes foi. Isso e muito mais. Foi um pretexto para eu ver blogs, para descobrir gente que não conhecia, desfazer preconceitos sobre alguns que já conhecia e saudavelmente confirmar muitas ideias feitas. Foi bom, sem que tenha sido muito. Dentro de dias fecha. Dentro de dias vou ser menos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116345267204649465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116345267204649465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116345267204649465' title='O Princípio e o fim II'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116345106518506606</id><published>2006-11-13T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:20:38.663Z</updated><title type='text'>O Princípio e o fim</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116345106518506606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116345106518506606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116345106518506606' title='O Princípio e o fim'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116259042450402739</id><published>2006-11-03T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:20:00.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Problemas não exactamente de linguagem</title><summary type='text'>Uma coisa que pode ser amada é amável, mas uma coisa de que se pode ter saudades não é saudável.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116259042450402739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116259042450402739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116259042450402739' title='Problemas não exactamente de linguagem'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116119261477865487</id><published>2006-10-18T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:30:14.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de expectativas e hábitos</title><summary type='text'>Mão amiga, como se dizia antigamente, enviou o seguite comentário:"Espreitei agora o teu blog e fiquei surpresa com o post sobre o Souto Moura. (embora não faça parte do coro de críticos) Parece-me é que "ser decente" e "não usar o cargo para outros fins" deveriam ser dados adquiridos para e por quem quer que seja que exerça cargos públicos. Assim, sendo não me parece que a decência ou o uso não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116119261477865487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116119261477865487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116119261477865487' title='Uma questão de expectativas e hábitos'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116102376471683303</id><published>2006-10-16T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:36:04.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Súbito e injustificado elogio</title><summary type='text'>Há uns anos uma jornalista sinceramente inteligente mas inevitavelmente tão anti-americana como muitos acham que deve ser um jornalista, dizia-me: "os americanos não têm estátuas de intelectuais, têm poucas". Pois é, têm-nos vivos. São mesmo quem tem mais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116102376471683303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116102376471683303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116102376471683303' title='Súbito e injustificado elogio'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-116033607433928012</id><published>2006-10-08T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:34:34.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um homem decente</title><summary type='text'>Souto Moura é um homem decente que não tem a tentação de abuso do poder. Tem defeitos, tem fragilidades, tem inabilidades, teve falta de percepção, mas foi um Procurador Geral da República decente, que não usou o cargo para outros fins ou com outros propósitos que os supostos no exercício da função. Percebo os ódios que alguns lhe têm, não percebo o coro. Veremos o que aí vem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116033607433928012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/116033607433928012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116033607433928012' title='Um homem decente'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115842886532082863</id><published>2006-09-16T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:47:45.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega</title><summary type='text'>Um “intelectual” que acredita mais na teoria conspirativa do 11 de Setembro do que na existência de terrorismo islâmico; um ex-presidente da República que acha que o “in god we trust” das notas de dólar equivale a fanatismo religioso, que explica que o ataque às Torres Gémeas equivale à rapinagem do museu de Bagdade (ele disse isto), que defende que as razões de queixa do Islão contra o Ocidente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115842886532082863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115842886532082863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115842886532082863' title='Chega'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115816587928873895</id><published>2006-09-13T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:44:39.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ajudar a perceber o Paquistão</title><summary type='text'>Ontem no Parlamento Europeu:"Dúvidem das minhas capacidades mas não dúvidem das minhas intenções." "Pior do que a al kaida são os taliban que gozam de apoio popular." "Pior do que Bin Laden é o Mulah Omar, que está operacional e activo." "A acção militar é necessária mas só serve para ganhar tempo, depois é preciso fazer política." Dito isto, o General Pervez Musharraf acrescentou que isso só se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115816587928873895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115816587928873895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115816587928873895' title='Para ajudar a perceber o Paquistão'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115796658761521363</id><published>2006-09-11T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:36:14.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de Setembro</title><summary type='text'>Cinco anos passados, é provável que se tenham evitado muitos ataques, mas parece evidente que não se evitou a continuação da guerra. Esse é o problema. O pior é que não é nada evidente que seja possível fazê-lo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115796658761521363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115796658761521363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115796658761521363' title='11 de Setembro'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115796611191683386</id><published>2006-09-11T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:15:11.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Capuchinho vermelho e mentiroso</title><summary type='text'>O capuchinho vermelho, aka Padre Melícias, apareceu-me ontem na televisão, muito excitado depois de ter corrido não sei quanto tempo, a dizer que uns disparates sobre correr pela solidariedade e partir da Torre de Belém para as Descobertas ser tudo igual e equivalente. Nada de extraordinário. A única coisa que me espanta é vê-lo na Torre de Belém. é que, tal como foi quando fotografaram ali o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115796611191683386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115796611191683386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115796611191683386' title='Capuchinho vermelho e mentiroso'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115771025821994702</id><published>2006-09-08T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:19:20.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria da compreensão</title><summary type='text'>Quinta-feira à noite, durante mais de uma hora o canal France 2 transmitiu um programa de informação, feito por franceses, de enorme qualidade técnica. Um daqueles documentários com voz off onde as informações são confirmadas por depoimentos. Durante quase hora e meia, o locutor e os depoentes explicam, ponto por ponto, a tese conspirativa do mais clássico anti-bushismo. Bush é profissionalmente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115771025821994702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115771025821994702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115771025821994702' title='Teoria da compreensão'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115740036945228381</id><published>2006-09-04T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:06:09.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À atenção dos economistas</title><summary type='text'>Tradicionalmente os economistas explicam que a inflação é um dos maiores males de uma economia, um imposto escondido, além de ser uma enorme desvantagem competitiva. Não discuto, não percebo o suficiente. Mas, quando uma significativa parte dos rendimento dos particulares estão, irremediavelmente na maior parte dos casos, comprometidos com o pagamento de rendas mensais por empréstimos contraídos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115740036945228381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115740036945228381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115740036945228381' title='À atenção dos economistas'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115735999876703618</id><published>2006-09-04T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:21:14.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusão óbvia</title><summary type='text'>Do Público de hoje: "Sexo seguro pode ser condicionado pelo preço elevado dos preservativos. As farmácias vendem só duas marcas e cobram os valores mais elevados do mercado, ao passo que nas grandes superfícies existe maior variedade e preços mais competitivos."Conclusão óbvia: nas grandes superfícies há maior possibilidade de obter variedade e sexo seguro. É sempre bom saber.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115735999876703618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115735999876703618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115735999876703618' title='Conclusão óbvia'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115730703556881285</id><published>2006-09-03T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:10:35.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Bairro Alto para a Atalaia</title><summary type='text'>Como prova a marcha do Bloco, isto está bom é para o PC à antiga. Desemprego, direitos de Abril, os Mellos, os Espírito Santos e os Champallimauds, sindicatos e greves. Coisas de que o PC e o seu Jerónimo percebem bem. Louçã viu o Padrinho, é demasiado urbano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730703556881285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730703556881285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730703556881285' title='Do Bairro Alto para a Atalaia'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115730660374505246</id><published>2006-09-03T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:14:50.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse a sério</title><summary type='text'>A nomeação do próximo Procurador-Geral da República prova bem várias coisas sobre Portugal e a política portuguesa. Independentemente do que diz a Constituição ou não, o que me interessa é a discussão teórica. Num país onde o Parlamento fosse respeitado e respeitável – pelo menos em tese, mas sobretudo em nome da defesa da democracia parlamentar – devia ser impossível nomear um PGR (ou um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730660374505246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730660374505246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730660374505246' title='Se fosse a sério'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115730566671095620</id><published>2006-09-03T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:14:06.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><summary type='text'>Às vezes tratava Deus por Tu. Às vezes não, parecia-lhe mal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730566671095620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115730566671095620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730566671095620' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115269936691993895</id><published>2006-07-12T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:16:06.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><summary type='text'>esqueço-me de que a vida não acaba necessariamente aos 35.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115269936691993895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115269936691993895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115269936691993895' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115219171308440513</id><published>2006-07-06T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:15:13.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colaborar é um hábito generalizado</title><summary type='text'>A leitura do que o Parlamento Europeu diz de vez em quando pode ser útil. A propósito da censura na Internet, o PE diz coisas como:- A  China e pelo menos 14 outros países podem ser considerados como inimigos da liberdade de expressão em linha: Bielorrússia, Birmânia, Cuba, Irão, Líbia, Maldivas, Nepal, Coreia do Norte, Usbequistão, Arábia Saudita, Síria, Tunísia, Turquemenistão e Vietname.- 61 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115219171308440513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115219171308440513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115219171308440513' title='Colaborar é um hábito generalizado'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115211347704080286</id><published>2006-07-05T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:31:17.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda a CIA voadora</title><summary type='text'>Fazendo uma análise ao documento resulta que há uma lista de alegados raptos, torturas, prisões e outras patifarias cometidas pela CIA e muito provavelmente pelos governos europeus, ou pelo menos com o seu conhecimento, sem que alguma vez resulte evidente a prova que justifica a convicção da Comissão. De tal modo assim é que o relatório está repleto de expressões que revelam a falta de certeza, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115211347704080286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115211347704080286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211347704080286' title='Ainda a CIA voadora'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115211317995690419</id><published>2006-07-05T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:45:03.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O estranho caso da CIA que voava</title><summary type='text'>O Parlamento Europeu vai, mais uma vez, discutir os vôos da CIA.Amanhã veremos qual é a versão final, mas o que o relator sobre os supostos vôos e raptos da CIA queria que fosse aprovado incluía algumas das passagens que abaixo transcrevo. O que é mais impressionante nesta história é o desencontro entre a vontade de encontrar um escândalo e a capacidade de o investigar. Não sei se houve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115211317995690419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115211317995690419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211317995690419' title='O estranho caso da CIA que voava'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115202937000412231</id><published>2006-07-04T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:09:30.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bien entendu, veremos quem ganha.</title><summary type='text'>A Câmara de Estrasburgo avisa o Parlamento Europeu que amanhã os franceses vão celebrar:"Communication au personnel  Session de Juillet 2006Fermeture de la circulation au centre ville de Strasbourgle mardi 4 et le mercredi 5 juillet à partir de 21H00 En raison de l'enthousiasme populaire engendré par les matches de football de la coupe du monde au centre ville de Strasbourg et pour prévenir les </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115202937000412231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115202937000412231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202937000412231' title='Bien entendu, veremos quem ganha.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115202917328128305</id><published>2006-07-04T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:06:13.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulação</title><summary type='text'>PM palestiniano pede a sequestradores que protejam soldadoO primeiro-ministro palestiniano, Ismail Haniyeh, pediu hoje aos sequestradores do soldado israelita que o protejam, manifestando esperança em que a crise se resolva de forma pacífica. «O Governo palestiniano, desde o primeiro minuto deste incidente, recordou e continua a recordar a necessidade de proteger a vida do soldado israelita e de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115202917328128305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115202917328128305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202917328128305' title='Manipulação'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115201774271010318</id><published>2006-07-04T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:55:42.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para recordar</title><summary type='text'>A notícia, sendo horrível, Inglaterra: Emigrante português detido por assassinar filha, não é, evidentemente única ou original. Mas se calhar é melhor guardá-la, para quando vierem falar da intrínseca maldade dos imigrantes. Dos outros imigrantes, claro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115201774271010318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115201774271010318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115201774271010318' title='Para recordar'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115201168414535617</id><published>2006-07-04T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:14:44.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!</title><summary type='text'>McCain - Lieberman. Já escolhi o meu ticket para as próximas presidenciais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115201168414535617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115201168414535617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115201168414535617' title='Next!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115194839752229051</id><published>2006-07-03T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:39:57.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabeça Fria</title><summary type='text'>Segundo declarou aos jornais o Ministro dos Negócios Estrangeiros, a presidência finlandesa da União Europeia, que esta semana se apresenta no Parlamento Europeu, não pretende "fazer milagres". Apesar de irem ratificar o Tratado Constitucional, os finlandeses não parecem demasiado preocupados com o tema e dizem dar prioridade a influenciar a estratégia de alargamento - a que são favoráveis e cujo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115194839752229051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115194839752229051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115194839752229051' title='Cabeça Fria'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115134329001564729</id><published>2006-06-26T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:34:50.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morreu um Jornalista II</title><summary type='text'>Leio mais sobre a morte de Martin Adler e percebo que não morreu no meio de uma manifestação, apanhado por um tiro. Foi assassinado, morto por uma bala disparada de trás. Mais terrível, claro, mas não menos previsível. Há uma coisa que reparo agora que não disse. Nos telefonemas, nos e-mails, em todas as reportagens que o Martin nos enviava, nunca se sentia uma ponta que fosse de orgulho, de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115134329001564729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115134329001564729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115134329001564729' title='Morreu um Jornalista II'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115132585016578990</id><published>2006-06-26T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:44:10.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morreu um jornalista</title><summary type='text'>Martin Adler morreu sexta-feira, 23 de Junho, em Mogadíscio, leio hoje Diário Digital, que dá conta da morte de um jornalista sueco. Algumas das melhores reportagens publicadas em Portugal, na Grande Reportagem mas não só, foram escritas pelo Martin. Longe dos roteiros das notícias da moda, o Martin Adler parecia ser movido pelo interesse e pela coragem - coragem física mesmo. Contava histórias </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115132585016578990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115132585016578990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115132585016578990' title='Morreu um jornalista'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115088742321592163</id><published>2006-06-21T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:02:03.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dilema chinês. Isso e outras coisas.</title><summary type='text'>Se deixamos entrar livremente os seus produtos, as nossas produções de mão-de-obra intensiva (e cujo transporte de longa distância tenha custos toleráveis) encerram. Se impusermos quotas, o que é feito na China sê-lo-á na Tailândia, Índia ou outro lugar qualquer (o que poderia ter o efeito positivo de estimular vários pólos - e poderes - asiáticos), ainda que o efeito interno seja exactamente o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115088742321592163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115088742321592163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115088742321592163' title='Um dilema chinês. Isso e outras coisas.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115081229685688701</id><published>2006-06-20T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:04:56.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teremos Homem?</title><summary type='text'>O principal resultado da cimeira do fim-de-semana passado em Bruxelas é que passa a haver a intenção de apresentar resultados. Na linguagem local quer isto dizer que se vai tentar demonstrar aos cidadãos que a União Europeia tem utilidade, por utilidade entendendo-se, hoje pelo menos, crescimento económico. É aqui que pode começar alguma coisa de interessante para Barroso. Depois de passar um ano</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115081229685688701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115081229685688701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115081229685688701' title='Teremos Homem?'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115053803110338888</id><published>2006-06-17T10:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:53:51.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uff, finalmente o bom senso</title><summary type='text'>Finalmente os dirigentes (líderes parece-me um exagero) europeus decidiram pôr fim ao espetáculo repetitivo de ao fim de cada cimeira se verificar que ninguém sabia o que fazer com o maldito Tratado Constitucional. Com a imagem da "europa" institucional tão desgastada, a confissão cíclica da impotência e desorientação eram, de facto, dispensáveis e sobretudo prejudiciais. Lá para 2008 se verá o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115053803110338888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115053803110338888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115053803110338888' title='Uff, finalmente o bom senso'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115030632019563605</id><published>2006-06-14T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:32:00.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já que aqui estou de novo</title><summary type='text'>Agora que voltei, posso dar os parabéns ao  Francisco  pelo Grande Prémio de Romance e Novela 2006 para o Longe de Manaus. Não li o livro, mas por mim deviam dar prémios ao Francisco pelo menos uma vez por ano. Mesmo quando ele andasse distraído.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115030632019563605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115030632019563605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115030632019563605' title='Já que aqui estou de novo'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115027954749922973</id><published>2006-06-14T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:05:47.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A diferença que os diminuitivos fazem</title><summary type='text'>Ontem entrou-me uma joaninha pelo quarto. Ontem entrou-me uma Joana pelo quarto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115027954749922973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115027954749922973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115027954749922973' title='A diferença que os diminuitivos fazem'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115021830755888655</id><published>2006-06-13T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:05:07.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez um homem que achava suspeito a CIA ir ao Afeganistão</title><summary type='text'>Segundo o Diário Digital, Cláudio Fava, o homem que está a fazer o relatório do Parlamento Europeu sobre os supostos raptos da CIA, declarou hoje, em Estrasburgo, que "os países de origem e destino de muitos dos 1.080 voos que integram a lista não são destinos propriamente «turísticos»".Eu não defendo que a CIA possa raptar gente, na Europa ou fora dela, nem quero que o assunto seja ignorado, mas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115021830755888655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115021830755888655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021830755888655' title='Era uma vez um homem que achava suspeito a CIA ir ao Afeganistão'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-115011934701605083</id><published>2006-06-12T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:35:47.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frouxos</title><summary type='text'>O que mais me impressionou ontem, em Colónia, não foi a selecção - pouco entusiasmante e entusiasmada - mas sim a claque. Nas ruas beberam cerveja com convicção e gritaram Portugal allez com paixão, como se por uma vez fosse um orgulho gritar o nome do País. Há qualquer coisa de catarse nisto. Mas no estádio não foi assim. No nosso caso é a selecção de que puxa pela claque, quando faz uma jogada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115011934701605083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/115011934701605083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115011934701605083' title='Frouxos'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114596034078605198</id><published>2006-04-25T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:19:00.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O essencial</title><summary type='text'>Ao que parece o País está concentrado numa questão essencial: Cavaco usa o cravo ou não. Eu acho que o País ensandeceu, mas pronto, é provável que essa seja a questão essencial.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114596034078605198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114596034078605198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114596034078605198' title='O essencial'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114250303267929336</id><published>2006-03-16T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:57:12.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Nos anos ofereça livros</title><summary type='text'>Clássicos à borla.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114250303267929336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114250303267929336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114250303267929336' title='Nos anos ofereça livros'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114233350719366785</id><published>2006-03-14T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:03:42.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Geração de 70</title><summary type='text'>Sobretudo para quem nasceu na geração de 70. Anúncios, spots de televisão, músicas. Memórias, tipo fotografias de verão. Não sei quem seja o Paulo Ferreira, mas está de parabéns.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114233350719366785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114233350719366785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114233350719366785' title='Geração de 70'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114233248412622219</id><published>2006-03-14T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:34:44.136Z</updated><title type='text'>O Assessor</title><summary type='text'>Em Portugal estas histórias nunca se contam. Nada de extraordinário, apenas o rapaz que escreve os discursos de Rice, mas é pena que na nossa cultura isto seja um segredo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114233248412622219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114233248412622219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114233248412622219' title='O Assessor'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114226537171031699</id><published>2006-03-13T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:03:13.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Isto pega-se</title><summary type='text'>Mais uns. Os Sinédrios também se vão embora. Começo a sentir-me como o indígena da aldeia junto à praia onde as famílias da cidade vão passar o verão. Chegam, fazem uma grande animação, tornam o lugar habitável e, depois da intensidade, vão-se embora. Outros, os indígenas, vão disfrutando da companhia e depois aqui ficam, mais ou menos sós, sobretudo discretos, até nova revoada. Normalmente gosto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114226537171031699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114226537171031699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114226537171031699' title='Isto pega-se'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114226361269324671</id><published>2006-03-13T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:39:24.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas previsíveis</title><summary type='text'>A Constança  diz sobre o texto de Pacheco Pereira na Sábado, e reproduzido no Abrupto , praticamente o mesmo que tinha pensado escrever. Poupo-me, por isso, ao exercício. Trabalhei n'O Independente do Paulo, também lhe ganhei uma amizade, nem sempre concordo com o Portas político, não sou arma nem tropa de ninguém. E, no entanto, escrevo na Atlântico. Mas já escrevia quando a Helena Matos era </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114226361269324671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114226361269324671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114226361269324671' title='Coisas previsíveis'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114192157426906123</id><published>2006-03-09T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:26:14.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Daqui a cinco anos há mais</title><summary type='text'>Os ingénuos, que imaginam que Cavaco já tem a reeleição garantida (ou que acha que tem), deviam reparar na constituição do gabinete do Presidente da República. Um chefe da Casa Civil que foi secretário de Estado da Administração Local e um assessor especializado em "voltas a Portugal". Cavaco não é ingénuo nem descuidado. Em matéria de não-político estamos conversados.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114192157426906123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114192157426906123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114192157426906123' title='Daqui a cinco anos há mais'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114183957099696857</id><published>2006-03-08T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:39:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Theodore Dalrymple started posting!</title><summary type='text'>Theodore Dalrymple, que no tempo do Vasco e da Constança era traduzido n'O Independente, escreve num blog do escritor holandês Leon de Winter. E o que escreve sobre a questão islâmica na Europa é exacatmente o que importa reflectir. Um mínimo de realismo é necessário.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183957099696857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183957099696857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114183957099696857' title='Theodore Dalrymple started posting!'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114183904698438694</id><published>2006-03-08T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:30:47.013Z</updated><title type='text'>A questão islâmica</title><summary type='text'>Quem quiser perceber o que aí vem, o que é o sentimento profundo dos europeus - caso ainda não tenha reparado - faça o favor de ver o que foram os temas de discussão nas eleições locais holandesas: emigração, comunidades islâmicas. Negar a realidade costuma ser uma ideia generosa. E estúpida.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183904698438694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183904698438694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114183904698438694' title='A questão islâmica'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114183182870215508</id><published>2006-03-08T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:30:28.716Z</updated><title type='text'>o 11 de Março e a ETA</title><summary type='text'>Como suspeitava na altura quem tinha informação, e como era razoavelmente previsível, começa a ser revelada a ligação da ETA aos atentados de 11 de Março. No mínimo, a ETA terá dado apoio logísito, ou facilitado meios. A capa de ontem e de hoje do El Mundo é o começo da reposição da verdade. Para além da questão da verdade - e dos mea culpa que alguns terão de fazer (ou deveriam) -o que aqui é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183182870215508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114183182870215508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114183182870215508' title='o 11 de Março e a ETA'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114174696899556421</id><published>2006-03-07T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:58:09.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Informação útil</title><summary type='text'>Uma das razões porque estive sem vir aqui nos últimos tempos:"&gt;http://www.strandbooks.com/home/Perto, na rua 14, entre a 5ª e a 6ª avenidas, há uma loja que vende malas de viagem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114174696899556421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114174696899556421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174696899556421' title='Informação útil'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114055578635174728</id><published>2006-02-21T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:03:06.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Ups, não faço coro</title><summary type='text'>Começo por um aviso: não conheço a história bem, não li tudo sobre o assunto, não acompanhei de perto nem notícias do envelope 9 nem notícias das buscas. Mas há duas coisas que me parecem relevantes. Não há profissões  insusceptíveis de serem investigadas. Sobretudo se é possível que a explicação para o ocorrido passe, exactamente, por perceber como é que determinads pessoas conseguiram ver em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114055578635174728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114055578635174728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114055578635174728' title='Ups, não faço coro'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-114055406001972712</id><published>2006-02-21T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:46:00.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Um erro</title><summary type='text'>O Mundo não fica nem um milímetro melhor ou mais seguro porque alguém que defende - ou defendeu - que o Holocausto não existiu é preso. A má-fé não se proíbe, muito menos prende. Combate-se.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114055406001972712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/114055406001972712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114055406001972712' title='Um erro'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113986496348137652</id><published>2006-02-13T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:09:23.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Agostinho da Silva</title><summary type='text'>Agostinho da Silva foi uma das melhores maneiras de ser português.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113986496348137652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113986496348137652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113986496348137652' title='Agostinho da Silva'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113940178079152170</id><published>2006-02-08T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:09:21.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Federem-se</title><summary type='text'>Quando as embaixadas de um país membro da União Europeia são incendiadas, o MNE português resolve emitir um comunicado onde nem de raspão fala em solidariedade com a Dinamarca. O nosso MNE - por acaso federalista - tem uma noção curiosa do que é uma Comunidade. Compreende-se. Em tempo de crise, em Portugal, como na maior parte dos países da UE, cada um trata de defender-se. Ignorando o vizinho, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940178079152170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940178079152170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940178079152170' title='Federem-se'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113940064836610784</id><published>2006-02-08T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:10:48.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Comprimidos para rir</title><summary type='text'>Para quem, como eu, não costuma concordar com a Aspirina B, é uma agradável surpresa achar-lhe graça.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940064836610784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940064836610784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940064836610784' title='Comprimidos para rir'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113940028066043285</id><published>2006-02-08T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:04:40.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Genial e sem necessidade de mais comentários.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940028066043285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113940028066043285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940028066043285' title=''/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113939908457228729</id><published>2006-02-08T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:44:44.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeiras de meninos</title><summary type='text'>Para quem se impressionou com a história do envelope número 9, a história das escutas na Grécia - que pode ser lida aqui - é bem mais exuberante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939908457228729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939908457228729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939908457228729' title='Brincadeiras de meninos'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113939513678332225</id><published>2006-02-08T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:38:56.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome a board</title><summary type='text'>No DN de hoje Pedro Rolo Duarte faz um mea culpa que merece, no mínimo, um elogio de quem anda pelos blogues.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939513678332225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939513678332225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939513678332225' title='Welcome a board'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113939442781612146</id><published>2006-02-08T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:27:07.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Papel passado</title><summary type='text'>Havia várias razões para desconfiar da lucidez do ex-Professor Freitas do Amaral. O comunicado de ontem torna a presença perante junta médica perfeitamente dispensável. Portugal, diz o cavalheiro, lamenta a publicação dos cartoons (Portugal, onde se desenhou o preservatiovo no nariz do Papa e se escreveu o Evangelho segundo Jesus Cristo e, felizmente, ninguém bombou), mas em nada objecta aos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939442781612146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939442781612146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939442781612146' title='Papel passado'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113939373804480419</id><published>2006-02-08T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:16:50.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Crónica de uma morte anunciada</title><summary type='text'>O movimento Alegre já nem o aborto quer discutir, porque o tema não é consensual. Se nem nisto acordam, acordam em quê? Como era de prever, o poeta voltou ao conforto do Parlamento e o movimento dirige-se para o seu destino: o fim. Oxalá não seja ruidoso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939373804480419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113939373804480419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939373804480419' title='Crónica de uma morte anunciada'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113924312229059158</id><published>2006-02-06T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:33:08.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Merkel on top</title><summary type='text'>Segundo o Financial Times, Angela Merkel tem cerca de 80% de apoio nas sondagens, e 41% dos alemães confia que vão haver melhorias na sua economia. Se o nosso probelma fosse só de ambiente, havia boas nótícias. O pior é que, não sendo, pode ser que estas acabem por ser más notícias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113924312229059158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113924312229059158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924312229059158' title='Merkel on top'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113924180508152472</id><published>2006-02-06T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:03:25.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Não seja por isso, até porque não é isso que está em causa.</title><summary type='text'>Os cartoons da Liga Árabe europeia estão aqui. Não são assim tão ofensivos, nem revelam grande sentido de humor, mas isso é irrelevante. É no facto de ninguém lhes ter incendiado a sede que está a diferença. Será assim tão difícil de perceber, ou querem que faça um desenho?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113924180508152472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113924180508152472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924180508152472' title='Não seja por isso, até porque não é isso que está em causa.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113914836489021274</id><published>2006-02-05T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:06:04.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Ver as diferenças</title><summary type='text'>Mas será que o  Eduardo Pitta acha mesmo que se fosse um jornal de referência a publicar cartoons as multidões já não incendiavam embaixadas? Insisto, o problema aqui não está nos cartoons, está na reacção.Mais, será que o  Eduardo Pitta não descobre com facilidade milhares de vezes em que outras religiões foram insultadas sem que alguma coisa idêntica acontecesse? E, por favor,não me diga que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113914836489021274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113914836489021274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914836489021274' title='Ver as diferenças'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113914666520199225</id><published>2006-02-05T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:37:45.253Z</updated><title type='text'>MAS QUEM É QUE DISSE QUE ISTO ERA SOBRE A LIBERDADE DE EXPRESSÃO?</title><summary type='text'>Olha, Ana,isto acabou de acontecer: duas, ou já são três?, embaixadas - ou consulados - incendiados. É parecido, não é? É tudo a mesma coisa, não é? Como o jornal em causa merece pouco respeito - e a rapaziada do islão fez questão de referir esse detalhe - a tão amada liberdade de expressão não merece grande perda de tempo. E já não vou falar de novo do Papa e do preservativo ou de tanta Arte do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113914666520199225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113914666520199225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914666520199225' title='MAS QUEM É QUE DISSE QUE ISTO ERA SOBRE A LIBERDADE DE EXPRESSÃO?'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113900728999837597</id><published>2006-02-03T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:54:50.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedimos desculpa por este incómodo, em breve regressaremos à barbárie.</title><summary type='text'>E quando estes milhões de moderados e cordatos crentes acharem que as nossas mulheres de cara destapada são uma ofensa às suas convicções?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113900728999837597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113900728999837597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113900728999837597' title='Pedimos desculpa por este incómodo, em breve regressaremos à barbárie.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113898998987481133</id><published>2006-02-03T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:22:26.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Um filme que vai lucrar</title><summary type='text'>Ainda não o vi, mas pelo título e pelo trailer, suspeito que http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433116/ tendo um enredo substancialmente diferente, ainda assim tem alguma coisa a ver.O Filme chama-se Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World e não consigo que o link funcione. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433116/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898998987481133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898998987481133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898998987481133' title='Um filme que vai lucrar'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113898888842114579</id><published>2006-02-03T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:51:25.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Glória a Vós</title><summary type='text'>Como não são muitas as vezes em que estou de acordo com o  João Pedro Henriques , aqui fica a vénia devida pelo post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898888842114579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898888842114579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898888842114579' title='Glória a Vós'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113898798876093233</id><published>2006-02-03T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:33:08.823Z</updated><title type='text'>A diferença entre um cartoon e uma bomba</title><summary type='text'>Xenofobia  Da Literatura  O Acidental RMD E outros. Pelos vistos são muitos os que não percebem a diferença entre sentir-se incomodado, triste, ofendido, revoltado e ameaçar fazer explodir um lugar. Um pouco de memória e lembravam-se do Papa com o preservativo no nariz. Com certeza que muitos católicos se sentiram chocados e ofendidos. E muitos terão recusado voltar a comprar o Expresso, mas não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898798876093233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898798876093233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898798876093233' title='A diferença entre um cartoon e uma bomba'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113898611357461192</id><published>2006-02-03T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:01:53.576Z</updated><title type='text'>E aindy há mais</title><summary type='text'>O António Ribeiro Ferreira  também cá anda a solo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898611357461192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898611357461192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898611357461192' title='E aindy há mais'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569142.post-113898571249187995</id><published>2006-02-03T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:59:19.233Z</updated><title type='text'>O mundo visto de Bruxelas.</title><summary type='text'>"L’objectif d’intégrer des communautés différentes par leur religion, leur culture ou leur affiliation politique guide mon action quotidienne en tant que Commissaire européen en charge des politiques d’intégration et de la défense des droits fondamentaux. Il s’agit d’ailleurs d’un objectif inspiré par un principe libéral qui régit la vie et l’histoire de notre continent, de l’Union européenne et </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898571249187995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569142/posts/default/113898571249187995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achoeu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898571249187995' title='O mundo visto de Bruxelas.'/><author><name>HB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206302981710960517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
