<?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-3467091</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:30:57.488Z</updated><title type='text'>AnotherPlanet</title><subtitle type='html'>fui gente 
agora quero voltar a ser bicho </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-108971246217997808</id><published>2004-07-13T09:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-13T09:54:22.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fui genteagora quero voltar a ser bicho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108971246217997808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108971246217997808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2004/07/fui-gente-agora-quero-voltar-ser-bicho.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-108906597515167170</id><published>2004-07-05T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:21:33.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chego cansada e irritada. estado de espiríto neura, raiva melancólica.and then music....quando a música é suficiente para me trazer a paz, então tudo está bem.ando sem paciência para palavras. ando muda. não quero que me falem. gosto que me esqueçam.nada sou se de mim não se lembram. nada me é exigido se não existir a não ser para mim.responsável por mim. só respondo por mim. só respondo para mim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108906597515167170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108906597515167170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2004/07/chego-cansada-e-irritada_05.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-108826252387034893</id><published>2004-06-26T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-26T15:08:43.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e aí a temos, a festa de portugal....vamos ter um PM da caras, um ex-PM que decide que a sua carreira e prestígio estão à frente de qualquer país no qual empenhou a palavra dele e a vida dos outros.que importam as promessas e os tais projectos de 1 mandato, ou mais?que importa se neste momento o nosso governo tem  uma extrema-direita não eleita no poder, e vai ter um PM que não foi a cara do seu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108826252387034893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/108826252387034893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2004/06/e-isto-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-106598923342684936</id><published>2003-10-12T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:39:11.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Filhos de famílias com algum relevo social</title><summary type='text'>assim se referiu JPP, membro do partido do governo, no telejornal da SIC ao falar dos estudantes universitários - que deviam ter mais tento na língua porque são "filhos de famílias com algum relevo social"é assim que pensa a maioria no poder - só estudam os que podem, os que têm dinheiro, os que pertencem a "famílias com algum relevo social".os outros, os outros que procurem o seu lugar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106598923342684936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106598923342684936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/10/filhos-de-famlias-com-algum-relevo.html' title='Filhos de famílias com algum relevo social'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-106423333769079243</id><published>2003-09-22T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-22T12:32:20.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Somos todos prisioneiros!</title><summary type='text'>Prisioneiros das fronteiras dos países onde nascemos. Não somos livres de circular, de mudar de vida, país, lingua, emprego... Estamos presos com amarras ao lugar onde nascemos.Com as condições económicas actuais seria, para a maioria de nós, um acto de loucura lançar-se no acaso de emigrar para outro país. E mesmo tendo as condições financeiras para o poder fazer, quem nos garante de podermos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106423333769079243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106423333769079243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/09/somos-todos-prisioneiros.html' title='Somos todos prisioneiros!'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-106337307007145335</id><published>2003-09-12T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:47:26.513Z</updated><title type='text'>E eles estão de volta!!!</title><summary type='text'>Artistas UnidosE as saudades que eu tinha!!! :)))))Desde 2000 que vou a todas as peças desta companhia. Chegar Setembro era sentir o prazer de voltar ao teatro. De ver gente real num palco. De ver textos fantásticos, actores apaixonados, espaços inventados...O fecho da Capital senti-o com a tristeza de ter perdido algo insubstituível. Ontem fui ao Taborda! Setembro voltou!!! :))))A Festa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106337307007145335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/106337307007145335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/09/e-eles-esto-de-volta.html' title='E eles est&amp;atilde;o de volta!!!'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105966183869622013</id><published>2003-07-31T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-31T14:30:38.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Eu não sofro de insanidade, aprecio cada minuto dela."Edgar Allan Poe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105966183869622013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105966183869622013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/eu-no-sofro-de-insanidade-aprecio-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105826478908499343</id><published>2003-07-15T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-15T11:26:03.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Apontamentos sobre Nietzsche</title><summary type='text'>Os ataques de Nietzsche à ideia moderna de democracia têm como pano de fundo a convicção profunda (certamente baseada na sua experiência da Europa do seu tempo) de que existe uma sobreposição entre democracia e igualitarismo, ou seja, que a ideia de democracia está presa da ideia de indiferenciação entre os indivíduos que se anulam inevitavelmente. in prefácio para O Anticristo, António Marques</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105826478908499343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105826478908499343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/apontamentos-sobre-nietzsche.html' title='Apontamentos sobre Nietzsche'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105812726203075156</id><published>2003-07-13T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-13T20:14:22.006Z</updated><title type='text'>O telejornal!</title><summary type='text'>Tiazorras de oitentas a falar de erros da natureza. Putos de 18 anos com tesão porque vêm lésbicas na telenovela das nove, mas que nem pensar em ver 2 gajos aos beijos!Nada muda. Não acredito na evolução nem na frescura de uma nova geração.A merda é sempre a mesma. Os preconceitos são todos os mesmos. A única coisa que mudou é que agora não existe uma censura que proiba falar-se no assunto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105812726203075156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105812726203075156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/o-telejornal.html' title='O telejornal!'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105812217390955261</id><published>2003-07-13T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-13T19:15:21.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou a ler José e os Seus Irmãos de Thomas Mann. Ainda não sei que pensar deste livro. Ao primeiro impacto entusiasmou-me e interessou-me.Mann ou investigou muito para este livro, ou tem conhecimentos alargados e profundos de história e mitologia relacionada com religião.Nesta primeira parte Mann disseca todos os mitos das crenças cristãs, desde o dilúvio, onde procura fenómenos naturais que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105812217390955261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105812217390955261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/estou-ler-jos-e-os-seus-irmos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105802081590607960</id><published>2003-07-12T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-12T15:00:13.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ciclo Peter SempelDeliciei-me com este ciclo. Ver o Cave e o Blixa no grande ecrã soou-me irresistível.Já me tinha "cruzado" com o site do Sempel há algum tempo... bastante tempo parece-me. Na altura vi por lá os filmes e as fotos e fiquei a babar-me a olhar para aquilo e a pensar que nunca iria passar-me pelas mãos/olhos.Quando me cruzei com a informação relativa a este ciclo posso dizer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105802081590607960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105802081590607960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/ciclo-peter-sempel-deliciei-me-com.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105784231190899048</id><published>2003-07-10T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-10T13:06:16.820Z</updated><title type='text'>BULLETPROOF...  I wish I was</title><summary type='text'>Limb by limb and tooth by toothTearing up inside of meEvery day every hourI wish that I was bullet proofWax meMould meHeat the pins and stab them inYou have turned me into thisJust wish that it was bullet proofSo pay the money and take a shotLeadfill the hole in meI could burst a million bubblesAll surrogate and bullet proofAnd bullet proofAnd bullet proofAnd bullet proof </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105784231190899048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105784231190899048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/bulletproof-i-wish-i-was.html' title='BULLETPROOF...  I wish I was'/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105778784022597682</id><published>2003-07-09T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-09T21:57:41.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actualmente na nossa sociedade, existe nas pessoas uma tendência, muitas vezes sublinhada pela imprensa e pelos outros meios de comunicação, para procurarem a derrota. A partir do meu próprio campo de actividade, conheço numerosos casos dessa automutilação que faz com que indivíduos de valor reduzam por sua própria escolha as suas possibilidades de evolução. Existe uma categoria inteira de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105778784022597682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105778784022597682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/actualmente-na-nossa-sociedade-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105759635874140541</id><published>2003-07-07T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:46:23.683Z</updated><title type='text'>O Que as Crianças Americanas Não Podem Ler </title><summary type='text'>Regras recolhidas em "The Language Police", de Diane Ravitch, a partir das directivas de editores de manuais e exames para escolas dos EUA. Note-se que este rol não é exaustivo; uma lista semelhante ocupa mais de 30 páginas no livro de Ravitch, que diz continuar a receber novos exemplos dos seus leitores.· palavras proibidas - Actriz (palavra considerada sexista; usar actor para os dois sexos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105759635874140541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105759635874140541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/o-que-as-crianas-americanas-no-podem.html' title='O Que as Crianças Americanas N&amp;atilde;o Podem Ler '/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105759597220713860</id><published>2003-07-07T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:44:15.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se fosse uma comédia, seria daquelas que provocam gargalhadas pelo surreal da situação, por tocar as raias do absurdo...Pressões de Grupos Radicais Provocam Censura nas Escolas dos EUA Por PEDRO RIBEIROPúblico, Segunda-feira, 07 de Julho de 2003 Um manual de liceu propunha um texto sobre um homem cego que, sem ajuda, subiu ao cimo do monte McKinley (no Alaska, a maior montanha dos EUA). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105759597220713860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105759597220713860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/se-fosse-uma-comdia-seria-daquelas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105751384952958569</id><published>2003-07-06T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-06T17:50:49.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's Wallie?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105751384952958569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105751384952958569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/wheres-wallie.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105743627305631329</id><published>2003-07-05T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-05T20:17:53.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where I end and you beginThere's a gap in betweenThere's a gap where we meetWhere I end and you beginAnd I'm sorry for usThe dinosaurs roam the earthThe sky turns greenWhere I end and you beginI am up in the cloudsI am up in the cloudsAnd I can't and I can't come downI can watch and cant take partWhere I end and where you startWhere you, you left me aloneYou left me aloneX'll mark</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105743627305631329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105743627305631329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/where-i-end-and-you-begin-theres-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105731433502311067</id><published>2003-07-04T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-04T10:32:44.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oito golfinhos visitaram ontem a Marina de VilamouraUm “espectáculo inédito e emocionante” – diz quem viuOntem (quarta-feira), dia 2 Julho, ao princípio da tarde, o interior da Marina de Vilamoura, foi visitado por um grupo de oito golfinhos, proporcionando um espectáculo que, segundo os responsáveis daquela infra-estrutura “encantou e emocionou os muitos veraneantes que ali se encontravam”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105731433502311067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105731433502311067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/oito-golfinhos-visitaram-ontem-marina.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105724017568564652</id><published>2003-07-03T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-03T13:49:35.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moral para Médicos. - O doente é um parasita da sociedade. Em certas situações é inconveniente viver mais tempo. O vegetar prolongado em cobarde dependência dos médicos e praticantes, depois de se ter perdido o sentido e o direito à vida, deveria arrastar atrás de si, na sociedade, um profundo desprezo. Os médicos, por seu lado, deveriam ser os mediadores de tal desprezo - não receitas, mas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105724017568564652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105724017568564652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/moral-para-mdicos.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105714167581952932</id><published>2003-07-02T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-02T10:28:14.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O «belo em si» é unicamente uma palavra, não um conceito. No belo, o homem põe-se como medida da perfeição; em casos selectos, adora-se a si mesmo. Uma espécie não pode senão deste modo dizer sim apenas a si mesma. O seu instinto mais ínfimo, o de autoconservação e de auto-expansão, irradia ainda mais em tais sublimidades. O homem crê que o próprio mundo está repleto de beleza - esquece-se de si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105714167581952932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105714167581952932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/o-belo-em-si-unicamente-uma-palavra-no.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105708156320243698</id><published>2003-07-01T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-01T17:46:03.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os homens de mais espírito, suponho que são os mais ousados, experimentam também, de longe, as mais dolorosas tragédias; precisamente por isso honram a vida, porque esta lhes contrapõe o seu máximo antagonismo.in Crepúsculo dos Ídolos, Nietzsche</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105708156320243698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105708156320243698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/07/os-homens-de-mais-esprito-suponho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105697782565811642</id><published>2003-06-30T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-30T13:40:39.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em todos os tempos se quis «reformar» os homens: a isto, acima de tudo, se chamou moral. Mas, sob a mesma palavra, está oculta a tendência mais oposta. Tanto a domação da besta-homem como a educação de um determinado género-homem recebeu o nome de «melhora»; mas estes termini zoológicos exprimem realidades - realidades, é certo, acerca das quais o «melhorador» típico, o sacerdote, nada sabe - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105697782565811642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105697782565811642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/06/em-todos-os-tempos-se-quis-reformar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-105670869013397756</id><published>2003-06-27T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-27T10:11:30.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Wolf at the Doordrag him out your window dragging out your dead singing i miss you snakes and ladders flip the lidout pops the cracker smacks you in the head knifes you in the neckkicks you in the teeth steel toe caps takes all your credit cardsget up get the gungeget the eggs get the flan in the facethe flan in the face the flan in the facedance you fucker dance you fucker</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105670869013397756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/105670869013397756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/06/wolf-at-door-drag-him-out-your-window.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-95941438</id><published>2003-06-23T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-23T11:02:33.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salauds!Salaud, nome violentamente injurioso, aplicado por Sartre aos indivíduos que, segundo ele, pretendem escapar à angústia de serem totalmente livres, adoptando uma atitude mentirosa em relação a outrem ou a si próprios.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/95941438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/95941438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/06/salauds-salaud-nome-violentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-95941419</id><published>2003-06-23T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-23T11:02:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tenho vergonha pelo senhor Achille. Somos da mesma espécie, devíamos formar bloco contra eles. Mas o senhor Achille deixou-me, passou-se para o outro lado: acredita honestamente na experiência. Não na dele, nem na minha: na do doutor Rogé. Há bocado sentia-se esquisito, tinha a impressão de estar muito só; agora sabe que há outros no seu género, muitos outros: o doutor Rogé encontrou-os, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/95941419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/95941419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/06/tenho-vergonha-pelo-senhor-achille.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-94591329</id><published>2003-05-19T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-19T18:09:39.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"É preciso que a loucura dos massacres seja extraordinariamente imperiosa para se disporem a perdoar o roubo de uma lata de conserva! - que digo eu? - a esquecer! É bem verdade que não estamos habituados a admirar todos os dias uma imensidão de bandidos com opulência que o mundo inteiro, tal como nós, venera, e cuja existência, desde que a examinemos um pouco mais de perto, se revela um longo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/94591329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/94591329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/05/line.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-93397386</id><published>2003-04-28T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-24T13:38:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark Eitzel    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/93397386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/93397386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/04/mark-eitzel.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-92734588</id><published>2003-04-16T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-16T20:14:55.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"[...] todos nós perdemos o hábito da vida, todos nós somos mais ou menos coxos. A tal ponto nos desacostumámos dela, até, que chegamos a sentir uma espécie de repulsa pela «vida viva» e odiamos que no-la lembrem. Pouco falta para que a encaremos como um trabalho, quase um serviço, e estamos todos de acordo, no fundo, que é melhor nos livros. E por que nos agitamos às vezes, por que deliramos, o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/92734588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/92734588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-91907592</id><published>2003-04-03T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-03T11:35:23.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artigo de Arundhati Roy (O deus das pequenas coisas) no Guardian sobre a guerra no Iraque: http://www.guardian.co.uk/Iraq/Story/0,2763,927849,00.htmlMesopotamia. Babylon. The Tigris and Euphrates How many children, in how many classrooms, over how many centuries, have hang-glided through the past, transported on the wings of these words? And now the bombs are falling, incinerating and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91907592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91907592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/04/artigo-de-arundhati-roy-o-deus-das.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-91479102</id><published>2003-03-27T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-27T13:58:49.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Publicado na secção Espaço Público - Cartas ao DirectorTudo o Que É Sólido Público, Quinta-feira, 27 de Março de 20031. Das imagens mais brutais que esta guerra até agora exibiu não se contam os corpos destroçados ou as crianças nas vascas dos hospitais, nem sequer o enfermeiro que manipula corpos como num talho, ou "marines" que exteriorizam o gáudio de um "rocket" sem espinhas no alvo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91479102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91479102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/03/publicado-na-secnio-jacinto-pascoal.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-91129208</id><published>2003-03-21T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:04:50.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SARAMAGO«Esta MERDA que se chama mundo»José Saramago, entrevistado pela TSF, ainda acredita na mudança das consciências do Homem.  O escritor Nobel da literatura disse na TSF que «não é possível (aos Estados Unidos) enganar toda a gente» e entre os que não foram enganados estão os milhares de pessoas que se manifestaram e manifestam em todo o mundo contra esta Guerra.Por isso José </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91129208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91129208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/03/saramago-leo.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-91118813</id><published>2003-03-21T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-21T12:10:03.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George Por MIGUEL SOUSA TAVARESPúblico, Sexta-feira, 21 de Março de 2003 "George" era o título da revista política fundada por John Kennedy Jr., filho do eternamente lembrado Presidente Kennedy. O nome escolhido para a revista reportava ao do primeiro Presidente dos Estados Unidos, George Washington, e, na visão do seu criador, isso queria significar um regresso à reflexão sobre os temas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91118813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/91118813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/03/george-por-miguel-sousa-tavares-po.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-89769046</id><published>2003-02-26T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-26T10:45:22.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FRONTEIRAS PERDIDASInterrogações de Um Idiota ÚtilPúblico, Segunda-feira, 24 de Fevereiro de 2003José Eduardo Agualusa Idiota Útil - Não entendo o argumento segundo o qual é necessário matar inocentes hoje para salvar mais inocentes amanhã. Como distinguir o malfeitor do salvador se ambos se mostram dispostos a assassinar inocentes? Idiota Armado - Ora, idiota, pelo número de inocentes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/89769046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/89769046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/02/fronteiras-perdidas-interrogaes-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-88099455</id><published>2003-01-27T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-27T18:49:19.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Consegui Correr com a Preta Por Rui Cardoso MartinsPúblico, Segunda-feira, 27 de Janeiro de 2003 Há prioridades na vida de toda a gente, mas a do senhor Costa era uma prioridade muito grande. Os que acompanharam o caso ficaram admirados com a quantidade de energia, paixão, planeamento, horas de vigília e papelada que ele gastou para conseguir, no sua singular formulação, correr com a preta. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/88099455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/88099455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/01/consegui-correr-com-preta-por-rui.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-87739155</id><published>2003-01-20T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-20T18:48:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O amor romântico é como um traje, que, como não é eterno, dura tanto quanto dura; e, em breve, sob a veste do ideal que formámos, que se esfacela, surge o corpo real da pessoa humana, em que o vestimos. O amor romântico, portanto, é um caminho de desilusão. Só o não é quando a desilusão, aceite desde o príncipio, decide variar de ideal constantemente, tecer constantemente, nas oficinas da alma,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/87739155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/87739155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/01/o-amor-romntico-como-um-traje-que-como.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-86958640</id><published>2003-01-05T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-05T11:46:59.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ser famoso Alice Vieira , escritoraSenhores da produção, espero que ao receberem estas minhas humildes linhas estejam todos de saúde, que eu bem, felizmente. Quer dizer, bem, bem não estou, pois há que tempos que mando cartas, e me inscrevo para tudo, e vou para a porta dos estúdios e nada. Eu até nem quero muito. Não me interessa ganhar essa coisa do elo não sei quantos, eu até nem sei o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86958640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86958640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2003/01/ser-famoso-alice-vieira-escritora.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-86634263</id><published>2002-12-28T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-24T15:12:39.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ZIGGY STARDUST AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS Directed by DA Pennebaker. (PG) 91 min; July 3th 1973   "Not only is it the last show of the year, it's the last show we'll ever do." With those words, David Bowie pronounced the death of Ziggy Stardust, the creation that made him a star. After retiring the fabulous guise of this messianic space alien, Bowie would adopt many more personas in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86634263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86634263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/ziggy-stardust-and-spiders-from-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-86476974</id><published>2002-12-24T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-25T01:36:45.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bela prenda de Natal.....Andaram a enrolar tanto tempo com manobras de diversão, para no fim conseguirem exactamente o que queriam....Filhos da Puta!!!!    Artistas Unidos Podem Acabar Público, Terça-feira, 24 de Dezembro de 2002  Concluída a carreira de "Baal", de Brecht, em Maio, os Artistas Unidos deverão acabar, disse ontem Jorge Silva Melo depois de uma reunião com o secretário </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86476974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/86476974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/bela-prenda-de-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-85939016</id><published>2002-12-13T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-13T10:19:42.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OLHEM PARA OS PÉS DELEJorge Silva Melo Público, Sexta-feira, 06 de Dezembro de 2002 Olhem bem para o chão do palco do pequeno auditório da Culturgest, em Lisboa, onde ontem estreou "O Encarregado", de Harold Pinter. Olhem bem para os pés de Jorge Silva Melo (Davies). São pés que se mexem assustados, que pululam, que se viram e reviram, descalçam e calçam, que (tememos) ficarão mirrados nuns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85939016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85939016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/olhem-para-os-po-henriques.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-85780346</id><published>2002-12-10T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T10:52:45.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85780346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85780346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-85533377</id><published>2002-12-05T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-05T13:21:50.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Caminho do Terceiro MundoPor José Pacheco PereiraPúblico, Quinta-feira, 05 de Dezembro de 2002 Lamento dizer sobre o actual escândalo centrado na Casa Pia que não acredito um átomo em qualquer intenção altruísta no seu tratamento comunicacional Tenho a duvidosa honra de ter sido, há meia dúzia de anos, em plena democracia, talvez o único português sobre o qual um director de um órgão de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85533377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85533377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/caminho-do-terceiro-mundo-por-jos.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-85392339</id><published>2002-12-02T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-02T20:41:59.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Para mim, tudo tinha parado. Mesmo que o dia nascesse, mesmo que as coisas vivas começassem lentamente a acordar. Para mim, tudo tinha parado. O dia podia nascer, os pássaros podiam cantar, que, para mim, o tempo tinha parado num tempo de noite e de morte. Para mim, os pássaros não existiam, porque eu não acreditava nos pássaros a cantarem. Mas os corpos começavam a mexer-se. Os pássaros </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85392339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85392339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/12/para-mim-tudo-tinha-parado.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-85058743</id><published>2002-11-25T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:57:09.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am Minethe selfish, they're all standing in linefaithing and hoping to buy themselves timeme, i figure, as each breath goes byi only own my mindthe north is to south what the clock is to timethere's east and there's west and there's everywhere lifei know i was born and i know that i'll diethe in-between is minei am mineand the feeling, it gets left behindall the innocence lost at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85058743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/85058743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-am-mine-selfish-theyre-all-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-82922704</id><published>2002-10-13T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-25T15:33:54.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mad WorldAll around me are familiar facesWorn out places ? worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere ? going nowhereTheir tears are filling up their glasses No expression ? no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tomorrow ? no tomorrowAnd I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I?m dying are the best I?ve ever hadI find it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/82922704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/82922704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/10/mad-world-all-around-me-are-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-82905158</id><published>2002-10-13T02:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-25T15:42:37.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Donnie Darko character are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/82905158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/82905158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/10/p-aligncenter-which-donnie-darko.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-81665183</id><published>2002-09-16T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-16T09:48:47.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manifesto para o Futuro: O Teatro Paulo Claro, Um DiaPor JORGE SILVA MELOSábado, 14 de Setembro de 2002 O espaço que os Artistas Unidos e outras produtoras teatrais ocupavam na antiga sede de A Capital, ao Bairro Alto, foi encerrado, a 29 de Agosto por decisão da Câmara Munipal de Lisboa. Estão a ser avaliadas soluções provisórias para acolher a companhia e outras produtoras teatrais que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81665183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81665183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/09/manifesto-para-o-futuro-o-teatro-paulo.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-81231293</id><published>2002-09-06T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-25T16:53:30.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflexões em Torno do TPI Por TERESA DE SOUSAPúblico, Sexta-feira, 6 de Setembro de 2002 Que Timor-Leste ou a Roménia cedam às pressões americanas compreende-se. Que a União Europeia esteja prestes a ceder é, no mínimo, vergonhoso.1. Num texto publicado em Agosto, William Pfaff, colunista do International Herald Tribune, classificava de "ridículo e irrelevante" o ultimato apresentado por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81231293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81231293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/09/reflexes-em-torno-do-tpi-por-teresa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-81082817</id><published>2002-09-03T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-19T16:53:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Criadores Internacionais Contestam Encerramento do Edifício dos Artistas Unidos Por MARIA JOSÉ OLIVEIRAPúblico, Terça-feira, 3 de Setembro de 2002 Harold Pinter pede explicações a Santana LopesO dramaturgo e encenador britânico Harold Pinter enviou ontem duas declarações de solidariedade com os Artistas Unidos (AU), que, juntamente com diversas produtoras artísticas, viram a sua sede - o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81082817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81082817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/09/criadores-internacionais-contestam.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-81025788</id><published>2002-09-02T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-02T10:18:14.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religiões de MachosPor Daniel DeusdadoPúblico, Segunda-feira, 2 de Setembro de 2002 No Senegal, uma mulher pode ser apedrejada até à morte porque "adulterou" - que diferença fará para o caso se era ou não realmente casada? No Paquistão, é punida com uma violação em grupo por culpas suas ou de terceiros - são chamados os líderes espirituais para executarem a sentença. Na África profunda, ficam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81025788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/81025788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/09/religies-de-machos-por-daniel-deusdado.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80989843</id><published>2002-09-01T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-01T12:07:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>em http://www.artistasunidos.ptA CAPITAL FOI ENCERRADA NA 5ª FEIRA, 29 DE AGOSTO, POR DECISÃO DA CÂMARA MUNICIPAL DE LISBOA. NÃO SE SABE POR ENQUANTO O QUE VAI ACONTECER AOS ARTISTAS UNIDOS NEM À PROGRAMAÇÃO ANUNCIADA. Começam a surgir apoios internacionais: O que se tem passado n'A Capital é único na Europa. Tenho nos últimos anos viajado muito pela Europa toda para assistir a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80989843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80989843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/09/em-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80818535</id><published>2002-08-28T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-28T11:07:08.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sem comentários.... para quê? :(Festa de Barrancos começa hoje com a bênção da leiPor Lusa, Público.pt, 28 Agosto 2002A partir de hoje e até sábado têm lugar os tradicionais festejos de Barrancos. A diferença, este ano, é que não haverá manifestações, à entrada da vila, das associações de defesa dos animais contra a morte dos touros na arena improvisada, uma vez que foi autorizada a lei de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80818535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80818535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/sem-comentrios.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80769518</id><published>2002-08-27T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-27T10:00:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No domingo vi uma reportagem sobre o aumento do tráfico de mulheres para a Sérvia e o Kosovo, aumento esse que coincidiu com a chegada das tropas internacionais.Existem provas de envolvimento de americanos... os bordeis são frequentados pelos soldados - fomentando o negócio. São descobertos soldados a viver com meninas de 14 anos...Uma policia americana foi desmobilizada sobre o pretexto que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80769518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80769518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/no-domingo-vi-uma-reportagem-sobre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80724059</id><published>2002-08-26T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-26T11:30:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.janisian.com/article-internet_debacle.htmlexcertos:"Realistically, why do most people download music? To hear new music, or records that have been deleted and are no longer available for purchase. Not to avoid paying $5 at the local used CD store, or taping it off the radio, but to hear music they can't find anywhere else. Face it - most people can't afford to spend $15.99 to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80724059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80724059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80517509</id><published>2002-08-21T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-26T11:26:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>banda: BRADálbum:  Welcome to Discovery ParkEste é o terceiro álbum na vida de uma banda que faz este ano 10 anos! 10 anos de colaboração de um grupo de amigos que têm neste projecto o escape para formas musicais que não cabem no seu todo nas bandas principais em que estão inseridos: Pigeonhead, Pearl Jam, etc. ou carreiras a solo como a de Jeremy Toback.No terceiro album dos Brad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80517509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80517509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/banda-brad-lbum-welcome-to-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://galerias.escritacomluz.com/findepartie/albums/iconografia/aab.thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80469086</id><published>2002-08-20T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-20T10:06:03.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Guerra AntecipadaPor VITAL MOREIRAPúblico, Terça-feira, 20 de Agosto de 2002A guerra contra o Iraque é afinal uma escapatória, uma guerra de Israel contra o Iraque, por interposto aliado preferencial. O Iraque é vítima da incapacidade israelita para subjugar os palestinianos.Tudo parece indicar que os Estados Unidos vão mesmo atacar o Iraque, naquilo que no novo jargão imperialista de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80469086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80469086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/guerra-antecipada-por-vital-moreira.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80423406</id><published>2002-08-19T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-19T10:44:03.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ehehehehehehehehehe ;pMéxico: Obra de Eça leva freiras à rua Diário de Notícias, 19 Agosto 2002Dezenas de religiosas saíram sábado à noite dos conventos para marchar pelas ruas do centro de Monterrey, Norte do México, em protesto contra o filme Os Crimes do Padre Amaro, que denuncia a corrupção na Igreja Católica. A película, baseada num romance do português Eça de Queirós, mas com o texto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80423406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80423406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/ehehehehehehehehehe-p-mxico-obra-de-ea.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80423173</id><published>2002-08-19T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-19T10:39:58.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tradição da ForçaPúblico, Segunda-feira, 19 de Agosto de 2002Nasci numa aldeia, era ela pequena, recatada e pacata. Ainda hoje ali todos se conhecem e são parentes mais ou menos chegados. A aldeia não cresceu, o recato quase se perdeu, e o que eu julgava ser paz não passava afinal de uma espécie de tréguas intermitentes de longa duração. As mulheres, as figuras centrais desta história que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80423173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80423173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/tradio-da-fora-pblico-segunda-feira-19.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80318216</id><published>2002-08-16T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-16T15:24:52.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80318216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80318216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-80021975</id><published>2002-08-09T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-16T13:57:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neubauten na rede  Os germânicos Einstürzende Neubauten anunciaram recentemente a abertura de uma nova morada virtual, que deverá ser lançada oficialmente a 10 de Agosto. Ainda assim, na morada Neubauten.org, a banda alemã oferece uma extensa e elucidativa mensagem de boas vindas, acompanhada por uma comunicação em áudio de Blixa Bargeld (na foto), onde noticia ao mesmo tempo a preparação de um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80021975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/80021975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/neubauten-na-rede-os-germnicos.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79859999</id><published>2002-08-05T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-08-05T21:00:47.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end of a cycle..... maybe the highlight of the year......              Lisboa, 22/07          Lisboa, 23/07          Lisboa, 24/07      [01]. There There[02].       Scatterbrain[03]. Up on the ladder[04].       We suck young blood     [05]. I will[06].       Sail (you) to the moon[07].       Myxomatosis[08].       A punch up at the wedding[09].       I Might be wrong[10]. Morning bell[11].</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79859999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79859999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/08/end-of-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79387786</id><published>2002-07-25T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-25T11:19:15.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RADIOHEAD EM DIA DE DESCANSO  Hoje é dia de descanso para os Radiohead. Depois dos três concertos em Lisboa, a banda de Thom Yorke irá estar na 6ª feira e sábado no Coliseu do Porto para mais duas datas. O grupo tem avançado com vários temas novos nestes espectáculos, como aconteceu na segunda noite de concerto Coliseu dos Recreios.    Os concertos dos Radiohead em Portugal visam apresentar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79387786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79387786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/radiohead-em-dia-de-descanso-hoje-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79387742</id><published>2002-07-25T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-25T10:58:40.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Setlist de dia 24 :)01. There there 02. Punch up at a wedding 03. Myxomatosis [Thom wears a little keyboard guitar? and says before song ?don?t I look cool?? someone shouted out ?Rolf Harris? and Thom said ?I don?t look like Rolf Harris? hehe] 04. We suck young blood [introduced song as ?this next song is a horror song, we suck young blood!!!?] 05. Go to sleep 06. I will [Thom introduced</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79387742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79387742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/setlist-de-dia-24-01.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79346260</id><published>2002-07-24T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:54:13.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A comoção generalizadaMemorável concerto dos Radiohead no Coliseu dos Recreios, à altura das expectativas mais exigentesCristiano PereiraJornal de Notícias, 24 Julho 2002Eis a evidência que já se previa: os Radiohead não são uma banda qualquer. E eis a veracidade da luz dos factos: o primeiro dos cinco concertos esgotados dos Radiohead em Portugal parece ter correspondido às exigentes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79346260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79346260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/comoo-generalizada-memorvel-concerto.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79346094</id><published>2002-07-24T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:44:40.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será esta a melhor banda do mundo?N. G.Diário de Notícias, 24 Julho 2002No virar do milénio, quando o inevitável balanço pediu que se fizesse um apanhado sobre os "maiores" da música popular, os Beatles foram, sem surpresa, apontados como a banda do século (houve até quem os fizesse banda do milénio, apesar da música pop ser apenas realidade da segunda metade do século XX).Todavia, entre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79346094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79346094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/ser-esta-melhor-banda-do-mundo-n.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79343200</id><published>2002-07-24T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:02:09.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RADIOHEAD IMPARÁVEIS NO SEGUNDO CONCERTO LISBOETA   Na segunda noite em Lisboa, os Radiohead trocaram as voltas. Tocaram durante mais de duas horas, sem intervalo, e avançaram com mais temas novos intercalando-os com as canções antigas. Os fãs adoraram. A banda, suada e contente, retribuiu. E hoje há mais.     Quem foi ontem à noite ao Coliseu dos Recreios, em Lisboa, estava à espera de um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79343200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79343200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/radiohead-imparveis-no-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79342858</id><published>2002-07-24T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:57:16.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Setlist de ontem :)01. There There02. Scatterbrain03. Sail (you) to the moon04. Wolf from the door05. Myxomatosis06. A punch up at a wedding07. Sit down. Stand up08. Lucky09. Karma Police10. I Might be Wrong11. Morning Bell12. Exit Music13. Talk Show Host14. My Iron Lung15. Pyramid Song16. Idioteque17. Everything in it's right place encore 118. National Anthem19. Fake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79342858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79342858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/setlist-de-ontem-01.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79342623</id><published>2002-07-24T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:41:27.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ainda sobre dia Segunda, 22 de Julho :)))Como Os Radiohead Venceram CompletamentePor KATHLEEN GOMESPúblico, Quarta-feira, 24 de Julho de 2002 Vibrante regresso a PortugalInvulgar cumplicidade com a plateia, que ouviu em estreia o que aí vem: um álbum de guitarras. Thom Yorke esteve imparávelVista de cima, a sala do Coliseu de Lisboa era, segunda-feira à noite, uma impressionante </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79342623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79342623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/ainda-sobre-dia-segunda-22-de-julho.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79301007</id><published>2002-07-23T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:43:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem....Radiohead no Coliseu....sigh!!!!!!!! :))))))))))))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79301007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79301007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79300945</id><published>2002-07-23T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:46:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De uma banda que, à chegada a Portugal, tem cinco coliseus cheios para a ver, não se poderá dizer que seja normal. Que, há uns anos, essa mesma banda tenha apresentado as canções do - agora - seminal "OK Computer" no modesto Paradise Garage e, poucos anos depois, atraia milhares de fãs e deixe outros tantos sem bilhete, é, sem dúvida, um fenómeno. Mas talvez a proeza mais digna de aplaudir nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/de-uma-banda-que-chegada-portugal-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79300633</id><published>2002-07-23T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:43:41.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Radiohead em Lisboa: Absolutamente fabulosoFilipe Rodrigues da Silva, Diário DigitalFenomenal. Fantástico. Fabuloso. Único. Os Radiohead regressaram a Portugal na noite de segunda-feira, actuando no Coliseu de Lisboa para aquele que foi verdadeiramente o seu primeiro concerto em nome próprio em terras lusas. Dividido em duas partes, o espectáculo de duas horas e meia só deixou de fora o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/radiohead-em-lisboa-absolutamente.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-79300500</id><published>2002-07-23T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:43:53.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alinhamento:Primeira parte:There ThereScatterbrainUp On The LadderWe Suck Young BloodStrangely EnoughI Will Sail to The MoonMyxomatosisA Punch Up At A WeddingSegunda Parte:I Might Be WrongMorning BellKarma PoliceYou &amp; Whose Army?No SurprisesDollars &amp; CentsThe National AnthemClibing Up The WallsPyramid SongAirbagParanoid AndroidIdeotequeEverythig In Its Right Place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/79300500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/alinhamento-primeira-parte-there-there.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78907821</id><published>2002-07-13T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-14T01:07:44.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E foi isto que se começou:Muitos Barrancos As 32 autarquias portuguesas com tradições tauromáquicas querem que sejam os municípios a licenciar as corridas de touros, incluindo os de morte. Argumentam os autarcas «que já têm competência de licenciamento dos espectáculos desportivos e culturais». Na prática, esta mudança alargaria a excepção de Barrancos a todas as autarquias com tradições de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78907821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78907821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/e-foi-isto-que-se-comeou-muitos.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78775401</id><published>2002-07-10T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-10T17:42:30.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A grandeza de uma nação e o seu progresso moral, podem ser avaliados pelo forma como tratam os seus animais." - Mahatma Ghandi. Se a raça humana é suposta ser racional, então eu prefiro estar no meio dos irracionais!!!!!É na maneira como o Homem trata os outros seres vivos que com ele CO-HABITAM este planeta que se vê a sua pequenez. A incapacidade de retribuição para tudo o que tem usurpado</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78775401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78775401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/grandeza-de-uma-nao-e-o-seu-progresso.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78730689</id><published>2002-07-09T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-09T17:28:58.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>through his eyes....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78730689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78730689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/through-his-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78726998</id><published>2002-07-09T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-09T15:28:52.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tradição da Cobardia PolíticaPor PEDRO PAULO DE AZEREDO PERDIGÃOTerça-feira, 9 de Julho de 2002A edição do jornal "Le Monde" de 05/07/02 trazia, na primeira página, uma notícia verdadeiramente arrepiante: numa vila paquistanesa um rapaz de doze anos atreveu--se a cortejar uma rapariga de uma casta superior contra as tradições locais. De acordo com a referida notícia, as autoridades locais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78726998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78726998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/tradio-da-cobardia-poltica-por-pedro.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78655091</id><published>2002-07-07T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-09T10:02:16.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've nothing much to offerThere's nothing much to takeI'm an absolute beginnerAnd I'm absolutely saneAs long as we're togetherThe rest can go to hellI absolutely love youBut we're absolute beginnersWith eyes completely openBut nervous all the same  If our love song  Could fly over mountains  Could laugh at the ocean  Just like the films  There's no reason  To feel all the hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78655091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78655091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/ive-nothing-much-to-offer-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78502781</id><published>2002-07-03T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-03T10:47:30.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CRER PARA VERA DoaçãoPor JOAQUIM FIDALGOPúblico, Quarta-feira, 3 de Julho de 2002Não se sabe o seu nome. Sabe-se a sua história, adivinha-se a sua tragédia, admira-se o seu gesto derradeiro - aquele que a fez, sempre sem um nome mas com um corpo, chegar às páginas dos jornais. Com um corpo, com as muitas partes do corpo.Dezanove anos apenas. Imigrante na Andaluzia espanhola, aquela mesma de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78502781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78502781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/crer-para-ver-doao-por-joaquim-fidalgo.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78413568</id><published>2002-07-01T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-02T10:48:41.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Levante-se o RéuO Anjo SucateiroPor RUI CARDOSO MARTINSPúblico, Segunda-feira,1 de Julho de 2002O senhor Álvaro fez oito operações ao estômago, por causa de más refeições e de um acidente de camião, tem costuras de boneco de pano nos rins e a boca cheia de agrafos. Um dia o coração do senhor Álvaro parou mas foi aberto pelo doutor Fernando Pádua. O senhor Álvaro, se subir a uma balança, pesa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78413568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78413568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/07/levante-se-o-ru-o-anjo-sucateiro-por.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78218774</id><published>2002-06-26T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-25T13:58:26.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heathen is the title of Bowie's first studio album release since 'Hours...'. It completely got a hold on me."      Songs              Sunday (4:45)        Cactus (2:54)        Slip Away (6:05)        Slow Burn (4:41)        Afraid (3:28)        I've Been Waiting For You (3:00)        I Would Be Your Slave (5:14)        I Took A Trip On A Gemini Spacecraft (4:04)        5:15 The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78218774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78218774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/heathen-is-title-of-bowies-first.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-78020673</id><published>2002-06-21T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-25T20:35:02.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misery is The River of The WorldThe higher that the monkey can climbthe more he shows his tailCall no man happy 'til he diesThere's no milk at the bottom of the pailGod builds a churchThe devil builds a chapelLike the thistles that are growing'round the trunk of a treeAll the good in the worldYou can put inside a thimbleAnd still have room for you and meIf there's one thing you can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78020673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/78020673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/misery-is-river-of-world-higher-that.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77979442</id><published>2002-06-20T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-20T14:14:50.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouve-meque o dia te seja limpo ea cada esquina de luz possas recolheralimento suficiente para a tua morte  vai até onde ninguém te possa falarou reconhecer -- vai por esse campode crateras extintas -- vai por essa portade água tão vasta quanto a noite  deixa a árvore das cassiopeias cobrir-tee as loucas aveias que o ácido enferrujouerguerem-se na vertigem do voo -- deixa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77979442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77979442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/ouve-me-que-o-dia-te-seja-limpo-e-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77939229</id><published>2002-06-19T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-19T16:41:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favourite Writers!José Luis Peixoto just become one of them...Love all his three books. Now i am eager for him to put another one out.Been reading (more than i can, or care to count :)) Criança em Ruinas... fell in love with it after a "private reading session" ;)And now i'm reading Nenhum Olhar. The first page automatically grabbed me.Its so full of sadness, strong, intense feelings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77939229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77939229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/favourite-writers-jos-luis-peixoto.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77806319</id><published>2002-06-16T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-16T12:19:59.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will I always be transparent?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77806319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77806319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/will-i-always-be-transparent.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77670881</id><published>2002-06-12T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-12T22:19:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Have ah told you about the hellish fright of Deadtime? Do you know about the Bloodings? The Chills? Mere fragments of rushing life retained... like handfuls of wind. Time gone haywire. Night and day, the following and the followed, pitch their shining skyglobes from horizon to horizon. Sun serves, moon returns, searing time's cope with their mad flight, back and forth, to and fro, dark and light</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77670881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77670881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/have-ah-told-you-about-hellish-fright.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77589183</id><published>2002-06-11T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-09T15:07:33.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orpheus Emerged - John Jack Kerouacem 2000, publicava-se, unicamente em versão e-book, o que é (para já) o primeiro livro escrito por Jack Kerouac. em 2002 publicou-se o mesmo em papel: sempre tem cheiro e se folheia.com base no mito de Orfeu, Kerouac constrói um conto de uma beleza simples, onde envolve Ginsberg e Burroughs, entre outros, amizades recentes há altura, como o fez ao longo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77589183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77589183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/orpheus-emerged-john-jack-kerouac-em.html' title=''/><author><name>jm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://galerias.escritacomluz.com/findepartie/albums/iconografia/aab.thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77260992</id><published>2002-06-02T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-06-02T21:22:52.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people just feel like home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77260992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77260992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/06/some-people-just-feel-like-home.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77095553</id><published>2002-05-29T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-29T10:53:16.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saramago - Alguns críticos literários de Israel disseram que eu escrevi "Ensaio sobre a Cegueira" pensando no Holocausto e era voz corrente que um dos meus livros, suponho que o mesmo, havia sido lá escrito... Nada disto era verdade, simplesmente era o lado imaginário de uma relação privilegiada entre leitores e autor que se estabeleceu em Israel e que nunca alimentei de caso pensado. De certa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77095553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77095553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/saramago-alguns-crticos-literrios-de.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-77095083</id><published>2002-05-29T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-29T10:53:41.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jeff Buckley ~ 17/11/66 - 29/05/97Murder Suicide Meteor Slavewould you like to meet the villain somewhereunderneath the skull of a moon.fire burned his eyes outcause his chains are too long for you.someone has to pay for the damage done. no-one's gonna love you now.your whole family's splintered, you're a slave to it all now.ooooo ahhhhhoh, you're a slave to it all nowyou're a slave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77095083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/77095083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/jeff-buckley-171166-290597-murder.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76889409</id><published>2002-05-23T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-23T17:34:52.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.Is this a test? It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.Draining patience. drain vitality.this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.I'm gonna wait it outIf there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76889409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76889409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/groan-of-tedium-escapes-me-startling.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76553353</id><published>2002-05-14T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-14T23:18:19.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an elderly couple...he dies, leaves her behind....she ties a long ribbon to his hands.everyday she goes down to the cemetery to hold the ribbon on her hands...their hands connected...she dies.someone does the same to her...ties a long ribbon to her hands.ties both ribbons together.their hands are connected forever.....a short story on tv....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76553353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76553353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/elderly-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76551786</id><published>2002-05-14T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-14T23:32:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-  At 4.48   when sanity visits   for one hour and twelve minutes I am in my right mind.   When it has passed I shall be gone again,   a fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.   Now I am here I can see myself   but when I am charmed by vile delusions of happiness,   the foul magic of this engine of sorcery,   I cannot touch my essential self.      Why do you believe then and not now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76551786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76551786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76323876</id><published>2002-05-09T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-09T13:51:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76323876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76323876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/and-i-want-to-play-hide-and-seek-and.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76220596</id><published>2002-05-06T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-25T14:10:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As diferenças ficam-nos t?o bemEntrevista com  1 Giant Leap , dupla de m?sicos britânicos que correu mundo à procura de respostas para quest?es velhas como a HumanidadeJamie Catto e Duncan Bridgeman constituem os 1 Giant LeapGiant Leap foi o nome que escolheram para o seu projecto os m?sicos britânicos Duncan Bridgeman (ex-produtor dos Take That, Transvision Vamp e Dido) e Jamie Catto (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76220596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76220596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/as-diferenas-ficam-nos-to-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-76054350</id><published>2002-05-01T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-05-02T00:23:13.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In mah infant years and so through to mah teens - even as a young man ah sat nor in judgement of mah fellow man. But hear this. Even as ah dangled from one pinched empurpled ear, a wincing woeborn puppet surrendered up to the pedophagic freak show which mah mother would so sadistically invoke - even then, no more than a mite, not even a lustrum of life's waters passed - ah, Euchrid Eucrow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76054350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/76054350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/05/in-mah-infant-years-and-so-through-to.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-75957332</id><published>2002-04-29T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-29T10:52:23.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Came across this:TO ALL THOSE AT MTV, I WOULD LIKE TO START BY THANKING YOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME OVER RECENT YEARS AND I AM BOTH GRATEFUL AND FLATTERED BY THE NOMINATIONS THAT I HAVE RECEIVED FOR BEST MALE ARTIST. THE AIR PLAY GIVEN TO BOTH THE KYLIE MINOGUE AND P. J. HARVEY DUETS FROM MY LATEST ALBUM MURDER BALLADS HAS NOT GONE UNNOTICED AND HAS BEEN GREATLY APPRECIATED. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75957332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75957332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/04/came-across-this-to-all-those-at-mtv-i.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-75786275</id><published>2002-04-24T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-04-25T01:33:12.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Giant Leap thats it...after Anywhen's "Opiates", thats it!it's been a long time... (maybe a year... maybe more) heard it and was overwhealming. mixing sounds, voices, languages... so beautiful!Michael Stipe I love the way you dream...brings tears to my eyes, makes me want to cry without being sure why."Fall over myself, don't mean to interupt, I was miles away Things I forgot, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75786275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75786275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/04/1-giant-leap-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467091.post-75722452</id><published>2002-04-23T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:02:25.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>morning...just started reading Nick Cave's "And The Ass Saw the Angel"....it won't be an easy one, since the writing is a baroque english :) but it is beautifully written...i guess nothing else could be expected from him....finished reading Dagerman's "A Ilha dos Condenados" last night....its a very uncomfortable book... it shows all things hidden in most of us... all things that we hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75722452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467091/posts/default/75722452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another_planet.blogspot.com/2002/04/morning.html' title=''/><author><name>salamandrine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4566/t5200601221229486369vn.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
