<?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-5643903348516026441</id><updated>2011-11-11T19:42:16.553Z</updated><category term='crítica'/><category term='livros'/><category term='Entrevista'/><category term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Casa Do Sul</title><subtitle type='html'>Livros. A aventura de editar. A aventura de ler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7155201407240952920</id><published>2011-04-02T16:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:03:12.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudou a hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CAROS AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AGORA AS NOVIDADES ESTÃO SEMPRE EM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;editoralicorne.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Encontramo-nos lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7155201407240952920?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7155201407240952920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7155201407240952920' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7155201407240952920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7155201407240952920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2011/04/mudou-hora.html' title='Mudou a hora'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2519983398623803299</id><published>2009-11-16T20:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:43:23.323Z</updated><title type='text'>NEW MUSIC, 1400-1600</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SwGyIlplw_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/K1pJavR5oBc/s1600/digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404796888436556786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SwGyIlplw_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/K1pJavR5oBc/s400/digitalizar0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O último livro da Casa do Sul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;editado por João Pedro d'Alvarenga e Manuel Pedro Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Próximos títulos já na Editora Licorne: A PRIMEIRA MORTE DE FLORBELA ESPANCA, de António Cândido Franco e NA PÁTRIA DO CARDO, de Maria João Pereira Marques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2519983398623803299?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2519983398623803299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2519983398623803299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2519983398623803299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2519983398623803299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-music-1400-1600.html' title='NEW MUSIC, 1400-1600'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SwGyIlplw_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/K1pJavR5oBc/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3770747569583856492</id><published>2009-09-23T16:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:23:23.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa mudou</title><content type='html'>A Casa do Sul mudou para Licorne.&lt;br /&gt;Agora - &lt;a href="http://editoralicorne.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://editoralicorne.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3770747569583856492?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3770747569583856492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3770747569583856492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3770747569583856492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3770747569583856492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/09/casa-mudou.html' title='A casa mudou'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-1503057614078668347</id><published>2009-03-20T21:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:43:35.932Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrevista'/><title type='text'>Entrevista ao Diário do Sul (9.3.2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/ScQNtfbxi7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YprYvs9vJvM/s1600-h/diario+do+sul+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388535387294642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/ScQNtfbxi7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YprYvs9vJvM/s320/diario+do+sul+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-1503057614078668347?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/1503057614078668347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=1503057614078668347' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1503057614078668347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1503057614078668347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/03/entrevista-ao-diario-do-sul-932009_20.html' title='Entrevista ao Diário do Sul (9.3.2009)'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/ScQNtfbxi7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YprYvs9vJvM/s72-c/diario+do+sul+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2063680529692138993</id><published>2009-03-06T18:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:59:24.623Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>JL nº 1001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFyPo6gWlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hPh7kO01Wwc/s1600-h/osmeuslivros+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310151048652937810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFyPo6gWlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hPh7kO01Wwc/s320/osmeuslivros+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2063680529692138993?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2063680529692138993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2063680529692138993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2063680529692138993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2063680529692138993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/03/jl-n-1001.html' title='JL nº 1001'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFyPo6gWlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hPh7kO01Wwc/s72-c/osmeuslivros+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-1692245051781340500</id><published>2009-03-06T18:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:30:08.166Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Da Felicidade, de João da Encarnação Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFp5jkbDFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xZk74UtOyJ0/s1600-h/osmeuslivros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310141873167993938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFp5jkbDFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xZk74UtOyJ0/s320/osmeuslivros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro sobre a felicidade que nos desceve como "onda de energia no oceano do vazio universal" de acordo com os conceitos da física quântica com referência à física e filósofa Danah Zohar. a ideia de uma outra inteligência, a espiritual, ou a nossa ligação ao todo. João da Encarnação Reis reflecte sobre uma sociedade que uniformiza o ser humano, é hedonista e materialista na pretensão de confundir o ser com o ter e se afunda sem ver; sustentando-se nos exemplos que recolhe de histórias que nos conta, nos livros que refere, nas experiências que analisa (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Margarida Sobral Farrajota, in &lt;em&gt;Os Meus Livros&lt;/em&gt;, Março 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-1692245051781340500?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/1692245051781340500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=1692245051781340500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1692245051781340500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1692245051781340500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-felicidade-de-joao-da-encarnacao.html' title='Da Felicidade, de João da Encarnação Reis'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SbFp5jkbDFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xZk74UtOyJ0/s72-c/osmeuslivros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-808080223536936689</id><published>2009-02-16T15:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:01:19.218Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sobre &lt;em&gt;José Saramago e o Alentejo&lt;/em&gt;, de Maria Graciete Besse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Graciete Besse é de um rigor, precisão e esplendor de linguagem muito raros, neste ensaio que analisa a fundo o imorredouro romance de José Saramago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urbano Tavares Rodrigues, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; JL nº 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-808080223536936689?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/808080223536936689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=808080223536936689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/808080223536936689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/808080223536936689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/02/sobre-jose-saramago-e-o-alentejo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6616002718833669191</id><published>2009-02-07T18:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:01:39.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Sobre A Claridade, de Joel Henriques</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Encontramos nos poemas de &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A Claridade&lt;/span&gt; não exactamente uma luz que tudo pretenda ofuscar, mas antes uma luz que incide sobre uma superfície quase evanescente, como se a vida, com seus lugares concretos e pessoas, suas misérias e seus sucessos mais não fosse que uma pressentida realidade sempre distante do poeta."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;António Carlos Cortez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6616002718833669191?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6616002718833669191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6616002718833669191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6616002718833669191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6616002718833669191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/02/sobre-claridade-de-joel-henriques.html' title='Sobre &lt;i&gt;A Claridade&lt;/i&gt;, de Joel Henriques'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8238957268066525855</id><published>2009-01-10T14:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:01:58.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Sobre O que Sobra, de Manuel Silva-Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Manuel Silva-Terra procura na poesia a dúvida do mundo e em particular a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;que advém do mistério da natureza na sua relação com os homens."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;António Carlos Cortez, em &lt;em&gt;JL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8238957268066525855?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8238957268066525855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8238957268066525855' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8238957268066525855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8238957268066525855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/01/manuel-silva-terra-procura-na-poesia.html' title='Sobre &lt;i&gt;O que Sobra&lt;/i&gt;, de Manuel Silva-Terra'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-4945856140239624220</id><published>2009-01-10T13:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:22:17.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Saramago e o Alentejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SWip7IIVBII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TUNAE5qII8A/s1600-h/saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289664595606439042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SWip7IIVBII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TUNAE5qII8A/s320/saramago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Índice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O percurso alentejano&lt;br /&gt;Uma prática do olhar&lt;br /&gt;O mito do judeu errante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levantado do Chão&lt;/em&gt; e o paradigma épico&lt;br /&gt;O Alentejo trágico e imutável&lt;br /&gt;Os territórios da identidade na obra de Saramago&lt;br /&gt;Bibliografia seleccionada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria Graciete Besse nasceu em 1951, na Caparica. É professora catedrática na Sorbonne (Paris). Publicou poesia, narrativa e ensaio: Uma Leitura de “O Fogo e as Cinzas”, Estudo Sobre “Contos Exemplares" de Sophia Mello B. Andresen, Os Limites da Alteridade na Ficção de Olga Gonçalves, Discursos de Amor e Morte – a ficção de Urbano Tavares Rodrigues, Percursos no Feminino, Littérature Portugaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 9 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-4945856140239624220?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/4945856140239624220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=4945856140239624220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4945856140239624220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4945856140239624220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2009/01/saramago-e-o-alentejo.html' title='Saramago e o Alentejo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SWip7IIVBII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TUNAE5qII8A/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8068159785816087519</id><published>2008-12-28T15:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:08:45.170Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Contos do não-tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SVeed1XdMkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5BFA9V9wQZM/s1600-h/livros+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866923121422914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SVeed1XdMkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5BFA9V9wQZM/s320/livros+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uma das características dos contos do não-tempo é a sua confiança nos ideais. (...) A única descoberta talvez não seja a de litorais novos, mas também o que deles regressa. A experiência mais rica e completa, porque não depende apenas de nós ou da vontade etérea. Nestes contos, as vivências e as ideias encontram-se juntas. São um reflexo positivo da própria europa. Algumas veredas que suscitam relutância aparecem como algo valioso que merece ser percorrido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do prefácio de Joel Henriques&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rodrigo Siqueira Batista nasceu no Rio de Janeiro, em 1971. É coordenador do Curso de Graduação em Medicina do Centro Universitário da Serra dos Orgãos. Os seus trabalhos académicos têm incidido nas áreas da Ecologia, Filosofia, Física, Imunologia, Neurociências e Nutrição.&lt;br /&gt;Publicou também romance e poesia e contos.&lt;br /&gt;Recebeu vários prémios científicos e literários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 7 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8068159785816087519?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8068159785816087519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8068159785816087519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8068159785816087519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8068159785816087519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/12/contos-do-no-tempo.html' title='Contos do não-tempo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SVeed1XdMkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5BFA9V9wQZM/s72-c/livros+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6962197546958809001</id><published>2008-11-20T15:11:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:02:31.453Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Apresentação do livro "A Claridade", de Joel Henriques</title><content type='html'>Bombarral, 1 de Novembro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Livraria &lt;/span&gt;"Caneta azul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SSV_zwMgnDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN_An68brpA/s1600-h/Fotografia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759465994460210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SSV_zwMgnDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN_An68brpA/s320/Fotografia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Henriques lê um poema do seu livro "A Claridade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761728116503746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SSWB3bQbtMI/AAAAAAAAAME/7kL5qyKbIM4/s320/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;"Caneta azul"&lt;/span&gt; encheu-se de um público atento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6962197546958809001?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6962197546958809001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6962197546958809001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6962197546958809001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6962197546958809001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/11/apresentao-do-livro-claridade-de-joel.html' title='Apresentação do livro &quot;A Claridade&quot;, de Joel Henriques'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SSV_zwMgnDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xN_An68brpA/s72-c/Fotografia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3006493781618711343</id><published>2008-11-10T16:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:03:02.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Ambiguidade oriental</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre houve a tendência, ao longo do tempo, para aproximar a sensibilidade da poesia. Quando a poesia anda muito próxima de uma experiência vivencial, de uma impressão tingida emocionalmente, logo tal aproximação se faz. O mesmo acontece quando a poesia se aproxima de uma expressão que se encontra marcada pela ambiguidade. É bem conhecida a circunstância de algumas línguas da Ásia Oriental serem imanentemente ambíguas. A ambiguidade que é própria da poesia acaba por incorporar a ambiguidade que existe já na língua que a exprime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vem isto a própósito de uma sensibilidade muito especial. Manuel Silva-Terra publicou uma ampla recolha de haiku com o título &lt;em&gt;As cigarras vão morrer&lt;/em&gt;. A exiguidade verbal desta forma da poesia japonesa - apresenta-se como uma sequência de três breves versos - não compromete a sua irradiação a partir de uma implícita asociação de imagens. Daí a sua plenitude. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fernando Guimarães, JL, 24 de Setembro de 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3006493781618711343?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3006493781618711343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3006493781618711343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3006493781618711343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3006493781618711343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/11/ambiguidade-oriental.html' title='Ambiguidade oriental'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3347682079272860772</id><published>2008-11-10T15:39:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:04:22.004Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Apresentação do livro "João Lúcio", de Edgar Pires Cavaco</title><content type='html'>Olhão, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SRhcq6rkmTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pXoabBX7xRc/s1600-h/2_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267061656586066226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SRhcq6rkmTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pXoabBX7xRc/s320/2_042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 26 de Outubro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SRhWDdOxvGI/AAAAAAAAALs/LVZEaY7jeHM/s1600-h/livros+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267054381595999330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SRhWDdOxvGI/AAAAAAAAALs/LVZEaY7jeHM/s320/livros+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O actor Rui Cabrita fez a leitura de poemas de João Lúcio no chalet onde viveu o poeta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3347682079272860772?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3347682079272860772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3347682079272860772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3347682079272860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3347682079272860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/11/apresentao-do-livro-joo-lcio.html' title='Apresentação do livro &quot;João Lúcio&quot;, de Edgar Pires Cavaco'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SRhcq6rkmTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pXoabBX7xRc/s72-c/2_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-1944639579900174192</id><published>2008-10-07T18:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:43:56.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A Claridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOufkTEHvWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZgCnhuE-cUg/s1600-h/a+claridade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254468836199480674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOufkTEHvWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZgCnhuE-cUg/s320/a+claridade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"POEMA INCOMPLETO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este poema nascerá com o dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naquele instante inteiro, ausente de limites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só o encontrarei diante do rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da eterna novidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As suas palavras serão ditas por outras vozes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e terão a sua pulsação verdadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas o terminarei quando algo nascer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não quando tiver preenchido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as páginas sempre incompletas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virá nos ritmos primordiais onde vive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 8, 40 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-1944639579900174192?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/1944639579900174192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=1944639579900174192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1944639579900174192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1944639579900174192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/10/claridade.html' title='A Claridade'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOufkTEHvWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZgCnhuE-cUg/s72-c/a+claridade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8100956404285819779</id><published>2008-10-07T18:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:36:30.111+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Alentejanando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOuc-IpmcPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EiIM33v3Yzg/s1600-h/Alentejanando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254465981545607410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOuc-IpmcPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EiIM33v3Yzg/s320/Alentejanando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cruzando os sabores com história, Joaquim revela os seus gostos e experiências gastronímicas e consegue, literalmente, dar-nos uma imagem da cozinha tradicional alentejana. Um trabalho, ou melhor, uma devoção pelos aromas, sabores e saberes do Alentejo (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paula Matos dos Santos, Pessoas e Lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 10 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8100956404285819779?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8100956404285819779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8100956404285819779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8100956404285819779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8100956404285819779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/10/alentejanando.html' title='Alentejanando'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SOuc-IpmcPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EiIM33v3Yzg/s72-c/Alentejanando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7060541097984738604</id><published>2008-09-07T22:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:05:04.245Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Apresentação do livro "o que sobra"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SMRDhPJAiHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QEGC25bro0o/s1600-h/HPIM3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243390104445159538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SMRDhPJAiHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QEGC25bro0o/s320/HPIM3568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Livraria ARQUIVO, em Leiria, no dia 5 de Setembro de 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Alguém escreveu sobre "O Que Sobra" que se trata de uma poesia do espaço - do espaço que nos envolve, que é o espaço físico onde moramos, português, mas também o da viagem - há neste livro poemas sobre o visto/sentido e transfigurado em palavra poética - o espaço alentejano e redondezas, mas também o da Arrábida, o do deserto e sobretudo até o da errância, o espaço cósmico - ver, por ex, Pescador de Pérolas - (pág 18) - o do quase recheado de lembranças histórico - culturais e míticas árabe - andaluz, Toledo, Granada, Cádiz, Gibraltar, Tânger - e europeu. O olhar não é de Mestre Caeiro, que não conseguiu, apesar de tanto o desejar, recuperar o "olhar nítido como um girassol que tem uma criança ao nascer" (...). "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amélia Pinto Pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7060541097984738604?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7060541097984738604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7060541097984738604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7060541097984738604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7060541097984738604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/09/apresentao-do-livro-o-que-sobra.html' title='Apresentação do livro &quot;o que sobra&quot;'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SMRDhPJAiHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QEGC25bro0o/s72-c/HPIM3568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5225126094860974500</id><published>2008-09-04T10:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:19:35.508+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>o que sobra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SL-ph7SSCJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5u0K9Gd5cf4/s1600-h/livros+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242094891597695122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SL-ph7SSCJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5u0K9Gd5cf4/s320/livros+004.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OS PÉS NUS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Descalça as botas de caminheiro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respira com os pés nus&lt;br /&gt;a voz solitária da terra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabedoria é saber calar&lt;br /&gt;saborear o som do silêncio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sê sábio escuta o vento&lt;br /&gt;no alto dos cabeços"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 7, 35 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5225126094860974500?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5225126094860974500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5225126094860974500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5225126094860974500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5225126094860974500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-sobra.html' title='o que sobra'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SL-ph7SSCJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5u0K9Gd5cf4/s72-c/livros+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7216980522130293340</id><published>2008-08-24T19:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:28:23.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>JOÃO LÚCIO evocação de um poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGkKRnCRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6W6Mau_07D0/s1600-h/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238148338041374050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGkKRnCRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6W6Mau_07D0/s320/livros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O autor viveu retirado nas areias meridionais de Portugal, entregue à composição das suas sinestesias, na atonia quase absoluta do movimento literário do Portugal do seu tempo; foi um eremita e um contemplativo como se tira da casa que mandou construir à beira-mar, no isolamento de um pinhal. Não espanta pois o desconhecimento em que a sua poesia viveu, sem crítica e sem público. A excepção foi Teixeira de Pascoaes (...) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 9 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7216980522130293340?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7216980522130293340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7216980522130293340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7216980522130293340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7216980522130293340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/08/joo-lcio-evocao-de-um-poeta.html' title='JOÃO LÚCIO evocação de um poeta'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGkKRnCRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6W6Mau_07D0/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-4221358027754157877</id><published>2008-08-24T18:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:22:15.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGf_xVxjkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EIRL0Ytxaq4/s1600-h/livros+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238143759533837890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGf_xVxjkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EIRL0Ytxaq4/s320/livros+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Da Felicidade trataram todos os grandes pensadores, desde a Antiguidade, até aos nossos dias - Platão, Aristóteles, Epicuro, Epiceto, Séneca, Marco, Aurélio, Santo Agostinho, São Tomás de Aquino, John Stuart Mill, Schopenhauer... Num sentido, pode, perfeitamente, afirmar-se que, em última análise, toda a filosofia, enquanto sabedoria de vida, outra coisa não visa senão a felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PVP. 9 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-4221358027754157877?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/4221358027754157877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=4221358027754157877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4221358027754157877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4221358027754157877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/08/da.html' title='da felicidade'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SLGf_xVxjkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EIRL0Ytxaq4/s72-c/livros+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3149513630409016041</id><published>2008-07-30T15:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:05:44.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Sobre Beltenebros - Contos Venusianos</title><content type='html'>"(...) Jorge Mantas nasceu em 1972 e publicou duas obras de ficção em edições confidenciais: "Sensurround" (2002) e "Os Ruídos Românticos de Fausto" (2003). Parece óbvio que vive mergulhado em livros - o primeiro texto desta nova colectânea começa dizendo: "A literatura é a minha casa." E o último texto termina: "E uma noite, a literatura produziu o milagre da carne." "Beltenebros" é menos um exercício da "literatura erótica" do que uma tentativa de escrever erotismo através da literatura. Os contos estão cheios de musas misteriosas, aparições em escadarias, sereias coroadas de flores. E a dimensão "venusiana" nasce desses ecos culturais e não tanto das cenas propriamente carnais. Toda a figuração feminina aponta aliás para o fantasmático e o mitológico.&lt;br /&gt;É uma fantasia não estritamente sexual. As personagens masculinas têm de facto uma "ideia do amor" e procuram amor pelas cidades europeias: Potsdamer Platz, no cemitério de Highgate ou nuns Champs-Élysées que se transformaram literalmente nos Campos Elísios gregos. Viciados da beleza feminina, estes belos tenebros vivem em exaltação constante e excitação casional. As raparigas que por aqui passam não são pessoas mas utopias, impossíveis ou fugidias. Daí que os contos privilegiem estados de transição, como sono agitado e as madrugadas insones. Uma das histórias imagina mesmo uma "sociedade secretas de sonhos" que lembra os anjos de Wim Wenders. (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pedro Mexia&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Público (18-7-08) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3149513630409016041?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3149513630409016041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3149513630409016041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3149513630409016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3149513630409016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobre-beltenebros-contos-venusianos.html' title='Sobre Beltenebros - Contos Venusianos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-9007556285227880159</id><published>2008-07-09T16:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:37:18.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Conversas à Volta dos Conventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SHTZ5CWxt0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/PK0qnl2OTFc/s1600-h/conventos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221037441937422146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SHTZ5CWxt0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/PK0qnl2OTFc/s320/conventos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um livro precioso reencontrado nos claustros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edição: Casa do Sul / Oficinas do Convento; 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Textos de:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Fátima Pagará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Lúcia Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexandre Pais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aurora Carapinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa Lessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francisco Pato de Macedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frei Bento Domingues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;João Appleton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;João de Almeida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;João Miguel Simões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joaquim Cerqueira Gonçalves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorge Gaspar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;José Augusto Mourão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;José Pedro Duarte Tavares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Laurinda Abreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Margarida Calado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Margarida Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Margarida do Céu Simões Tereno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Paulo Henriques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Paulo Varela Gomes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Teresa Campos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-9007556285227880159?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/9007556285227880159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=9007556285227880159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/9007556285227880159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/9007556285227880159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-volta-dos-conventos.html' title='Conversas à Volta dos Conventos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SHTZ5CWxt0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/PK0qnl2OTFc/s72-c/conventos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5728959885925431883</id><published>2008-06-27T11:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:06:25.259Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Lançamento do Livro "À Flor da Pele"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SGS_3QZq3YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NdAsKLIFIsI/s1600-h/HPIM2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216505224418221442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SGS_3QZq3YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NdAsKLIFIsI/s320/HPIM2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sessão à volta do livro "À Flor da Pele", de António Carlos Cortez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta apresentação decorreu na Biblioteca Pública de Évora, dia 20 de Junho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[na foto, da esq. para a dir.: António Cândido Franco, Manuel Silva-Terra, António Carlos Cortez]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5728959885925431883?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5728959885925431883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5728959885925431883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5728959885925431883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5728959885925431883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/06/lanamento-do-livro-flor-da-pele.html' title='Lançamento do Livro &quot;À Flor da Pele&quot;'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SGS_3QZq3YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NdAsKLIFIsI/s72-c/HPIM2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-9215337627975480358</id><published>2008-05-31T16:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:06:48.462Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Lançamento da antologia "As cigarras vão morrer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SEF02mjap-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_8Fxyf0cKI0/s1600-h/HPIM2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206571125627856866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SEF02mjap-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_8Fxyf0cKI0/s320/HPIM2368.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SEF16Gjap_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lmMoqaC4oTw/s1600-h/HPIM2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206572285269026802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SEF16Gjap_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lmMoqaC4oTw/s320/HPIM2370.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorreu no dia 30 de Maio, na Biblioteca Pública de Évora, a sessão de lançamento da antologia de Haiku "As cigarras vão morrer". A apresentação do livro foi feita por Manuel Silva- -Terra, que seleccionou e traduziu os textos, e por Margarida Morgado, poeta e viajante do mundo e das palavras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-9215337627975480358?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/9215337627975480358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=9215337627975480358' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/9215337627975480358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/9215337627975480358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/05/lanamento-da-antologia-as-cigarras-vo.html' title='Lançamento da antologia &quot;As cigarras vão morrer&quot;'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SEF02mjap-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_8Fxyf0cKI0/s72-c/HPIM2368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5458160361660238851</id><published>2008-05-24T19:27:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:10:09.808+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>As Cigarras vão Morrer. Haiku, Uma Antologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDhiD2jap9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4e3JpMYRuGs/s1600-h/blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204017187749799890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDhiD2jap9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4e3JpMYRuGs/s320/blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As cigarras vão morrer -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas no seu canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada o anuncia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Matsuo Bashô)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao cair da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um sapo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vomita a lua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Masaoka Shiki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma porta desconjuntada -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como fechadura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um caracol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kobayashi Issa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5458160361660238851?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5458160361660238851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5458160361660238851' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5458160361660238851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5458160361660238851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-cigarras-vo-morrer-haiku-uma.html' title='As Cigarras vão Morrer. Haiku, Uma Antologia'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDhiD2jap9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4e3JpMYRuGs/s72-c/blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-116869507597494755</id><published>2008-05-21T18:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:16:03.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>À Flor da Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDRYxU1CCBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mstPf7u4Pcc/s1600-h/%C3%A0+flor+da+pele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202881073947740178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDRYxU1CCBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mstPf7u4Pcc/s320/%C3%A0+flor+da+pele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiço na noite o rumor do Verão na folhagem&lt;br /&gt;imitadora das águas e das dunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite uma trémula mão de passagem&lt;br /&gt;limita-se à tua pele às escuras"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-116869507597494755?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/116869507597494755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=116869507597494755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/116869507597494755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/116869507597494755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/05/flor-da-pele.html' title='À Flor da Pele'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SDRYxU1CCBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mstPf7u4Pcc/s72-c/%C3%A0+flor+da+pele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6646795883956053541</id><published>2008-05-08T20:58:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:07:05.115Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lançamento'/><title type='text'>Apresentação do Livro "À flor da pele"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNfIJa1SvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aYB-ALhcd6g/s1600-h/bulhosa+6+maio+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198102988487740146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNfIJa1SvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aYB-ALhcd6g/s320/bulhosa+6+maio+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A apresentação do livro &lt;em&gt;À flor da pele&lt;/em&gt;, de António Carlos Cortez, foi feita pelo Prof. Fernando Pinto do Amaral na livraria Bulhosa, em Lisboa, no dia 6 de Maio de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNbppa1StI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7VOkfpPIKpY/s1600-h/bulhosa+6+maio1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNcRJa1SuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GbY9imdLmHA/s1600-h/bulhosa+6+maio+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198099844571679458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNcRJa1SuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GbY9imdLmHA/s320/bulhosa+6+maio+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6646795883956053541?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6646795883956053541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6646795883956053541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6646795883956053541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6646795883956053541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/05/apresesntao-de-livro-flor-da-pele.html' title='Apresentação do Livro &quot;À flor da pele&quot;'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/SCNfIJa1SvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aYB-ALhcd6g/s72-c/bulhosa+6+maio+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5868190552488545115</id><published>2008-04-05T15:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:35:18.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Vimieiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eNEjelCbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkQhV2qgGmY/s1600-h/vimieiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185768605322906034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eNEjelCbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkQhV2qgGmY/s320/vimieiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tomando como espaço de análise os limites actuais da freguesia do Vimieiro, o estudo aventura-se pelo tempo longo, concebendo hipóteses e coligindo factos que vão desde a pré-história até ao século XX."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5868190552488545115?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5868190552488545115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5868190552488545115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5868190552488545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5868190552488545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/04/vimeiro.html' title='Vimieiro'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eNEjelCbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkQhV2qgGmY/s72-c/vimieiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7570909666451355289</id><published>2008-04-05T15:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:11:11.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Beltenebros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eIODelCZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xQ1T_TQhAMc/s1600-h/contos+venusianos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185763270973524370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eIODelCZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xQ1T_TQhAMc/s320/contos+venusianos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Conheci-a em sonhos há uns meses atrás, numa noite quente de Verão. Sonhei-a pela primeira vez na grande avenida marginal de Thessaloniki, uma espécia de entrada para o Próximo Oriente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7570909666451355289?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7570909666451355289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7570909666451355289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7570909666451355289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7570909666451355289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/04/beltenebros.html' title='Beltenebros'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eIODelCZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xQ1T_TQhAMc/s72-c/contos+venusianos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3428786736837940437</id><published>2008-04-05T15:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:07:33.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Ricardo III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eHejelCYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4MJiZ3-HZAY/s1600-h/ricardo+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185762454929738114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eHejelCYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4MJiZ3-HZAY/s320/ricardo+III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"RICARDO: Entre mim e os desejos da minha alma erguem-se os meus irmãos, e toda a sua imprevista descendência, para ocuparem o seu lugar antes que eu consiga ocupá-lo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3428786736837940437?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3428786736837940437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3428786736837940437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3428786736837940437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3428786736837940437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/04/ricardo-iii.html' title='Ricardo III'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eHejelCYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4MJiZ3-HZAY/s72-c/ricardo+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3385299737534720997</id><published>2008-04-05T14:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:02:10.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>EBORA LIBERALITAS IVLIA ou Um Amor Antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eGVjelCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SNiyo5OkEP8/s1600-h/ebora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185761200799287666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eGVjelCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SNiyo5OkEP8/s320/ebora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Calma e ainda cálida está a noite, aqui em &lt;em&gt;Ebora Liberalitas Ivlia&lt;/em&gt;, neste remoto Agosto, um dos últimos do século segundo depois de Cristo nascido. Agosto, dizemos bem, porque agora é assim que se designa, em louvor e memória do imperador &lt;em&gt;Augusto&lt;/em&gt;, o mês que antes se chamava &lt;em&gt;Sextilis&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3385299737534720997?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3385299737534720997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3385299737534720997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3385299737534720997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3385299737534720997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/04/ebora-liberalitas-ivlia-ou-um-amor.html' title='EBORA LIBERALITAS IVLIA ou Um Amor Antigo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R_eGVjelCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SNiyo5OkEP8/s72-c/ebora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7772210489808877822</id><published>2008-01-24T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:25:40.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Teatro de Marionetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jlpZPtkjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uepTBxEXlMI/s1600-h/marionetas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125872467087922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jlpZPtkjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uepTBxEXlMI/s320/marionetas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A publicação do conjunto de comunicações e mesas redondas sobre o teatro de Marionetas apresentadas por investigadores e marionetistas portugueses e estrangeiros nas três primeiras edições do Seminário Internacional do Teatro de Marionetas realizadas em Évora em 1997, 1999 e 2001 é o resultado de uma preciosa colaboração entre o Centro de História de Arte de Universidade de Évora (CHA) e a Bienal Internacional de Marionetas de Évora organizada pelo Centro Dramático de Évora (BIME-CENDREV)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7772210489808877822?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7772210489808877822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7772210489808877822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7772210489808877822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7772210489808877822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/teatro-de-marionetas.html' title='Teatro de Marionetas'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jlpZPtkjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uepTBxEXlMI/s72-c/marionetas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8634186617949270578</id><published>2008-01-24T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:26:37.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Património e Mundialização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jimZPtkiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Noag6ZQ5rkg/s1600-h/patrimonio+etc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159122522392597026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jimZPtkiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Noag6ZQ5rkg/s320/patrimonio+etc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Que significa hoje o termo "património"? Para esgotar o seu conteúdo teríamos de fazer um inventário borgesiano. Não designa esta palavra, simultaneamente, todos os objectos naturais todas as obras culturais, materiais e imateriais, todas as tradições, actividades, crenças, pertecentes a um passado distante e cada vez mais recente, e valorizadas devido ao seu interesse histórico, científico, artístico, afectivo e identitário? (...)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8634186617949270578?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8634186617949270578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8634186617949270578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8634186617949270578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8634186617949270578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/patrimnio-e-mundializao.html' title='Património e Mundialização'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jimZPtkiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Noag6ZQ5rkg/s72-c/patrimonio+etc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3920304479532659984</id><published>2008-01-24T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:55:43.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Arte de Sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jfJZPtkhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sVOvaeQyrpk/s1600-h/arte+de+sonhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159118725641507346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jfJZPtkhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sVOvaeQyrpk/s320/arte+de+sonhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"19 de Maio, 1997 - Encontro com Helena Veiga de Oliveira, que conheceu de muito perto o tradutor alemão de Pascoaes. Peço-lhe o retrato rápido de Albert Vigloeis Thelen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Poliglota, artista manual, contador de histórias, que detestava a televisão, os políticos, os padres e os militares."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3920304479532659984?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3920304479532659984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3920304479532659984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3920304479532659984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3920304479532659984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/arte-de-sonhar.html' title='Arte de Sonhar'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jfJZPtkhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sVOvaeQyrpk/s72-c/arte+de+sonhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6603564123843550668</id><published>2008-01-24T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:48:26.816Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Livro da Ignorância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jdZpPtkgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a-JPK7_QPpE/s1600-h/livro+da+ignorancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159116805791126018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jdZpPtkgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a-JPK7_QPpE/s320/livro+da+ignorancia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Há vozes que acordam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para os sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vives nas palavras que te sonham."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6603564123843550668?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6603564123843550668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6603564123843550668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6603564123843550668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6603564123843550668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/livro-da-ignorncia.html' title='Livro da Ignorância'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jdZpPtkgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a-JPK7_QPpE/s72-c/livro+da+ignorancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3071396664206697672</id><published>2008-01-24T18:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:18:41.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Calafrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jbeJPtkfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8TWLM3LV-xU/s1600-h/calafrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159114684077281778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jbeJPtkfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8TWLM3LV-xU/s320/calafrio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Louco louco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aprendi, desde muito cedo, que se quaria manter a minha sanidade mental, a independência, teria de me fingir um pouco louco. E foi o que fiz desde então"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3071396664206697672?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3071396664206697672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3071396664206697672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3071396664206697672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3071396664206697672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/calafrio.html' title='Calafrio'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5jbeJPtkfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8TWLM3LV-xU/s72-c/calafrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5777849483603704444</id><published>2008-01-20T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:59:11.564Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Évora em Eça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NFDESmAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9DuZpRVNbHA/s1600-h/evora+em+e%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157541917263004274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NFDESmAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9DuZpRVNbHA/s320/evora+em+e%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A breve passagem de Eça de Queiroz por Évora (de Janeiro a Julho de 1867) está relacionada com o facto de ter sido convidado a fundar e dirigir um jornal na cidade, quando preside ao Governo da nação Joaquim António de Aguiar. Está-se então no final do ano de 1866, quando se debatem no país e no parlamento questões candentes (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5777849483603704444?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5777849483603704444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5777849483603704444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5777849483603704444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5777849483603704444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/vora-em-ea.html' title='Évora em Eça'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NFDESmAnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9DuZpRVNbHA/s72-c/evora+em+e%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-432136613102131211</id><published>2008-01-20T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:51:59.768Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Do Milénio &amp; outras Crónicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NCxESmAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2S0cixLCg5Y/s1600-h/do+mil%C3%A9nio+%26+outras+cr%C3%B3nicas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157539409002103394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NCxESmAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2S0cixLCg5Y/s320/do+mil%C3%A9nio+%26+outras+cr%C3%B3nicas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Milénio, ano mil, celebração, espera ou temor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A resposta, provavelmente, diluir-se-á na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;súmula&lt;/span&gt; de uma imaginação ávida e, por vezes, tormentosa, mas que jamais conheceu fronteiras. (...) Que milénios são esses que nos perseguem a fragilidade da memória e, sobretudo, a nossa própria e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inapercebida&lt;/span&gt; inquietação?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-432136613102131211?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/432136613102131211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=432136613102131211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/432136613102131211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/432136613102131211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-milnio-outras-crnicas.html' title='Do Milénio &amp; outras Crónicas'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5NCxESmAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2S0cixLCg5Y/s72-c/do+mil%C3%A9nio+%26+outras+cr%C3%B3nicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2047350685216890050</id><published>2008-01-20T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:52:40.699Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>José de Carvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5M2V0SmAlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_YzV7EFQY/s1600-h/Jos%C3%A9+de+Carvalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157525746711134802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5M2V0SmAlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_YzV7EFQY/s320/Jos%C3%A9+de+Carvalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"CORPO é o elemento que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caracteriza&lt;/span&gt;, em José de Carvalho, simultânea e transversalmente, a vida, a obra e o homem. De forma quase fetichista, o corpo foi o motivo, o meio, a matéria - e o que por trás dela também é obra - de toda a produção &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;artística&lt;/span&gt; de José de Carvalho. Mas José de Carvalho, apesar do corpo todo, não foi um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. José de Carvalho não foi, apesar de toda a matéria, um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;informalista&lt;/span&gt; ou um artista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mérico&lt;/span&gt;. Não foi um artista minimalista, nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;figurativista&lt;/span&gt;, nem mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-expressionista ou conceptualista. José de Carvalho não foi &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nem foi a fotografia o seu meio de eleição. Não foi um artista da pintura por excelência, não foi o da escultura, nem tão pouco do desenho. José de Carvalho não foi artista de nenhuma destas correntes exclusivamente, mas de todas um pouco; não usou apenas uma destas técnicas, mas serviu-se de todas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;José de Carvalho foi, genericamente, um artista da pós-modernidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2047350685216890050?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2047350685216890050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2047350685216890050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2047350685216890050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2047350685216890050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/jos-de-carvalho.html' title='José de Carvalho'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5M2V0SmAlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_YzV7EFQY/s72-c/Jos%C3%A9+de+Carvalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3849211161103839938</id><published>2008-01-20T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:47:40.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Água de Prata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MzfESmAkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ml2o32PYPyQ/s1600-h/%C3%A1gua+de+prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157522607090041410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MzfESmAkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ml2o32PYPyQ/s320/%C3%A1gua+de+prata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Viveu na mesma casa que o Eça, em Évora. Adora o flamenco, conhece como ninguém a luz de Vermeer e fascina-o a palavra "perdição". Não conhece grandes diferenças entre ele, a luz e a natureza.(...) É o José M. Rodrigues, fotógrafo galardoado, guradador de imagens e de augúrios. Mestre em cristais, auras e outros ofícios."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3849211161103839938?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3849211161103839938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3849211161103839938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3849211161103839938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3849211161103839938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/gua-de-prata.html' title='Água de Prata'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MzfESmAkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ml2o32PYPyQ/s72-c/%C3%A1gua+de+prata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2799668132534694360</id><published>2008-01-20T11:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:54:24.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>O Elogio do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MyIkSmAjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_nBRK26k610/s1600-h/o+elogio+do+silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157521121031356978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MyIkSmAjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_nBRK26k610/s320/o+elogio+do+silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PAPAGAIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava um papagaio na gaiola&lt;br /&gt;com uma rapariga que estava no café.&lt;br /&gt;Que dizia? Não se percebia.&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha importância. O ruído&lt;br /&gt;da música na esplanada como um motor&lt;br /&gt;irritante, as conversas, o vento&lt;br /&gt;que soprava e o cão que ladrava,&lt;br /&gt;tudo fazia desse momento banal&lt;br /&gt;a circunstância em que podia&lt;br /&gt;adivinhar-se a nossa condição."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2799668132534694360?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2799668132534694360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2799668132534694360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2799668132534694360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2799668132534694360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-elogio-do-silncio.html' title='O Elogio do Silêncio'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MyIkSmAjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_nBRK26k610/s72-c/o+elogio+do+silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-4976884661309763628</id><published>2008-01-20T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:27:41.293Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Os Três Primeiros Cadernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mu80SmAiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/emJh03WlnYY/s1600-h/os+3+primeiros+cadernos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157517620633010722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mu80SmAiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/emJh03WlnYY/s320/os+3+primeiros+cadernos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Em Abril enxertei uma pereira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;veio geada e queimou-a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma geada negra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feroz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a pereira rebentou de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rente à terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida recomeça sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando as raízes estão firmes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-4976884661309763628?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/4976884661309763628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=4976884661309763628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4976884661309763628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4976884661309763628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-trs-primeiros-cadernos.html' title='Os Três Primeiros Cadernos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mu80SmAiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/emJh03WlnYY/s72-c/os+3+primeiros+cadernos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6080471217890588605</id><published>2008-01-20T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:18:44.729Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Alentejanando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MqCkSmAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/RJ1zImUQFeM/s1600-h/alentejanando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157512221859119602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MqCkSmAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/RJ1zImUQFeM/s320/alentejanando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cruzando os sabores com história, Joaquim revela os seus gostos e experiências gastronímicas e consegue, literalmente, dar-nos uma imagem da cozinha tradicional alentejana. Um trabalho, ou melhor, uma devoção pelos aromas, sabores e saberes do Alentejo (...)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paula Matos dos Santos, &lt;em&gt;Pessoas e Lugares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MrjUSmAgI/AAAAAAAAADk/ke6wBmXhm6Y/s1600-h/alentejanando+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157513884011463170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MrjUSmAgI/AAAAAAAAADk/ke6wBmXhm6Y/s320/alentejanando+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[2ª edição]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MsnkSmAhI/AAAAAAAAADs/7-IWwicr72U/s1600-h/alentejanando+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157515056537534994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MsnkSmAhI/AAAAAAAAADs/7-IWwicr72U/s320/alentejanando+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[1ª edição]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6080471217890588605?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6080471217890588605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6080471217890588605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6080471217890588605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6080471217890588605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/alentejanando.html' title='Alentejanando'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MqCkSmAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/RJ1zImUQFeM/s72-c/alentejanando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3122386696969118783</id><published>2008-01-20T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:52:36.511Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Audição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mm7kSmAdI/AAAAAAAAADM/AfroP11_aFE/s1600-h/audi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157508803065151954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mm7kSmAdI/AAAAAAAAADM/AfroP11_aFE/s320/audi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um actor chega ao palco para efectuar uma audição, que vira publicitada no jornal. O estranho é ninguém mais ter comparecido naquele teatro, nem júri para o avaliar, nem colegas candidatos. Mas desistir não é com ele. Apresentará na solidão da cenaa ficção que trouxe preparada. E o espectáculo acontece."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3122386696969118783?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3122386696969118783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3122386696969118783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3122386696969118783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3122386696969118783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/audio.html' title='Audição'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5Mm7kSmAdI/AAAAAAAAADM/AfroP11_aFE/s72-c/audi%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3353516220508919794</id><published>2008-01-20T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:43:21.567Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Um Édipo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MkkkSmAcI/AAAAAAAAADE/U9gSlYSnOVQ/s1600-h/o+%C3%A9dipo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157506208904905154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MkkkSmAcI/AAAAAAAAADE/U9gSlYSnOVQ/s320/o+%C3%A9dipo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tirésias&lt;/span&gt;, o velho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xamã&lt;/span&gt; cego, é visitado por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jocasta&lt;/span&gt;, que recusa a dar-se por morta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jocasta&lt;/span&gt; esconde o vergão negro de enforcada com um lenço longo cruzado no pescoço. Antes de ambos surgirem ou falarem, ouve-se a&lt;/em&gt; Melodia de Manto &lt;em&gt;(ver partitura em anexo), entoada por esta personagem.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3353516220508919794?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3353516220508919794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3353516220508919794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3353516220508919794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3353516220508919794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-dipo.html' title='Um Édipo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R5MkkkSmAcI/AAAAAAAAADE/U9gSlYSnOVQ/s72-c/o+%C3%A9dipo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-6369453292750003324</id><published>2008-01-01T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:07:48.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Das Cercas dos Conventos Capuchos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pxF0SmAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2j6EKr6-Rss/s1600-h/conventos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150553468601500082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pxF0SmAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2j6EKr6-Rss/s320/conventos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "O livro que agora se publica &lt;em&gt;Das Cercas dos Conventos Capuchos da Província da Piedade&lt;/em&gt; é o resultado do trabalho de fim de curso da licenciatura em Arquitectura Paisagista apresentado por António Xavier. A investigação desenvolvida, a originalidade do tema, a procura de uma identidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tipológica &lt;/span&gt;entre as várias cercas estudadas, a relação destas com o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;topus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; onde se inscrevem e com o Universo de espiritualidade que representam, rapidamente transformaram este trabalho de carácter académico numa proposta de investigação que desde logo o centro de História de Arte da Universidade de Évora acolheu na sua linha de investigação sobre Paisagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No deserto editorial sobre a temática da paisagem, que caracteriza a realidade portuguesa, o livro de António Xavier constitui-se como uma possibilidade de reflexão sobre a teoria e a construção da Paisagem, em Portugal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Aurora Carapinha - Arquitecta Paisagista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-6369453292750003324?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/6369453292750003324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=6369453292750003324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6369453292750003324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/6369453292750003324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/das-cercas-dos-conventos-capuchos.html' title='Das Cercas dos Conventos Capuchos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pxF0SmAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2j6EKr6-Rss/s72-c/conventos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8452603029517231091</id><published>2008-01-01T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:39:54.720Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Crónicas com Évora em Fundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3prHkSmAaI/AAAAAAAAACw/yDzImetdB2s/s1600-h/evora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150546901596504482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3prHkSmAaI/AAAAAAAAACw/yDzImetdB2s/s320/evora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ABERTURA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tem o leitor em suas mãos algumas historietas, todas elas independentes umas das outras, mas todas sobre a cidade de Évora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Quadros simples ou um tanto elaborados, elas são divertimentos literários, tecidos de fantasia, de história e até de lenda, sempre com Évora em funo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Património mundial pela sua realidade física e valores culturais, esta bimilenar cidade constitui matéria quase infindável para ser mormente em termos literários."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8452603029517231091?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8452603029517231091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8452603029517231091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8452603029517231091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8452603029517231091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/crnicas-com-vora-em-fundo.html' title='Crónicas com Évora em Fundo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3prHkSmAaI/AAAAAAAAACw/yDzImetdB2s/s72-c/evora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2685592611863734615</id><published>2008-01-01T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:26:34.297Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>O Eunuco de Inês de Castro, Teatro no País dos Mortos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pnzkSmAZI/AAAAAAAAACo/BqIpnO-EIlM/s1600-h/eunuco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150543259464237458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pnzkSmAZI/AAAAAAAAACo/BqIpnO-EIlM/s320/eunuco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"E eis aqui esta peça, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Eunuco de Inês de Castro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; um ramo novo e viçoso de uma árvore enorme. Nele podemos identificar o que de melhor a temática &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inesiana&lt;/span&gt; produziu ao longo destes séculos. Se atentarmos para o subtítulo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teatro no país dos mortos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, já notaremos a presença da tensa relação entre tempo e eternidade. A acção dá-se no não-espaço do não-tempo, o país dos mortos, onde, segundo algumas tradições, o homem está finalmente livre de tudo aquilo que o constrange em vida."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Patrícia da Silva Cardoso&lt;/strong&gt;, do prefácio: &lt;em&gt;Inês de Castro, tudo de novo sob o sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2685592611863734615?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2685592611863734615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2685592611863734615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2685592611863734615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2685592611863734615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-eunuco-de-ins-de-castro-teatro-no-pas.html' title='O Eunuco de Inês de Castro, Teatro no País dos Mortos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pnzkSmAZI/AAAAAAAAACo/BqIpnO-EIlM/s72-c/eunuco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-8224117261622655768</id><published>2008-01-01T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:10:27.416Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Perfil de Odessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pkZ0SmAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/h29lmFd-tkM/s1600-h/perfil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150539518547722626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pkZ0SmAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/h29lmFd-tkM/s320/perfil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;as bruxas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dançam nuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em lua cheia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as almas cruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em roda inteira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gritam e matam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saciam o sangue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos homens que vêem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nas sombras que passam."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-8224117261622655768?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/8224117261622655768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=8224117261622655768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8224117261622655768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/8224117261622655768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfil-de-odessa.html' title='Perfil de Odessa'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pkZ0SmAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/h29lmFd-tkM/s72-c/perfil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-4390808058153581727</id><published>2008-01-01T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:57:48.117Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>O que não pode ser dito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3piWUSmAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/8mrBgzc_Mp8/s1600-h/o+q+nao+pode+ser+dito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150537259394924914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3piWUSmAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/8mrBgzc_Mp8/s320/o+q+nao+pode+ser+dito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Um espaço para as pálpebras para que o corpo se &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;palpe e se apague na continuidade da nascente."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-4390808058153581727?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/4390808058153581727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=4390808058153581727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4390808058153581727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4390808058153581727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-que-no-pode-ser-dito.html' title='O que não pode ser dito'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3piWUSmAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/8mrBgzc_Mp8/s72-c/o+q+nao+pode+ser+dito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-4192552417366849567</id><published>2008-01-01T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:49:16.635Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Tectos Barrocos em Évora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3peKkSmAWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpsRf95XiXo/s1600-h/tectos+barrocos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150532659484950882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3peKkSmAWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpsRf95XiXo/s320/tectos+barrocos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Só se poderá avaliar acultura artística em Portugal quando houver um conhecimento completo da catalogação da pintura, da escultura, da arquitectura, enfim, da toda a manifestação da "forma artística" do país. Neste momeno, procurou-se associa todos os tectos barrocos do centro histório da cidade de Évora numa rápida interpretação; avaliar a sua produção; os possíveis modelos dd criação; os seus aspectos técnicos e, finalmente, a sua mensagem cultural, ou seja, procurar conhecer o seu significado no tempo e no espaço."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;M.M.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-4192552417366849567?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/4192552417366849567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=4192552417366849567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4192552417366849567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/4192552417366849567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/tectos-barrocos-em-vora.html' title='Tectos Barrocos em Évora'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3peKkSmAWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpsRf95XiXo/s72-c/tectos+barrocos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-3246105294798740020</id><published>2008-01-01T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:47:59.187Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Campos Magnéticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pcNUSmAVI/AAAAAAAAACI/nFEtrAcSFYM/s1600-h/campos+magneticos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150530507706335570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pcNUSmAVI/AAAAAAAAACI/nFEtrAcSFYM/s320/campos+magneticos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt; " &lt;strong&gt;Embarcação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher regressa a casa&lt;br /&gt;pelo caminho das hortas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cabeça traz um cesto de verga&lt;br /&gt;cheio de couves e rama de videira&lt;br /&gt;para as cabras. Lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;bem aconchegado&lt;br /&gt;O seu menino balança&lt;br /&gt;Balança compassadamente ao ritmo&lt;br /&gt;da mãe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-3246105294798740020?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/3246105294798740020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=3246105294798740020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3246105294798740020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/3246105294798740020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2008/01/campos-magnticos.html' title='Campos Magnéticos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3pcNUSmAVI/AAAAAAAAACI/nFEtrAcSFYM/s72-c/campos+magneticos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7004610472900795833</id><published>2007-12-31T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:36:17.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Terras do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jgY0SmAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/14NTR24CHV8/s1600-h/terras+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150112890856276290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jgY0SmAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/14NTR24CHV8/s320/terras+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Para as bandas do Sul, pelo vasto e luminoso Alentejo, habitam quando é seu tempo as cegonhas no seus ninhos altaneiros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Logo cedo pela manhã os progenitores vão ao trabalho, voando em redor, a fim de sustentarem a prole. À espera deles ficam os filhotes, no aconchego do lar, abrem depois os seus biquinhos para o azul e para o alimento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semelhantemente, pela campina sem fim, vêem-se montes solitários, aldeias aconchegadas, vilas e cidades. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este volumezinho lembra cinco vilas ou cidades deste amado Alentejo, em cinco textos tecidos de história, de lenda e de fantasia."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7004610472900795833?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7004610472900795833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7004610472900795833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7004610472900795833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7004610472900795833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/terras-do-sol.html' title='Terras do Sol'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jgY0SmAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/14NTR24CHV8/s72-c/terras+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7203838367512958062</id><published>2007-12-31T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:48:41.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>E o Céu tão Baixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jaVkSmATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eclbuPr8Czo/s1600-h/e+o+ceu+tao+baixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150106237951934770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jaVkSmATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eclbuPr8Czo/s320/e+o+ceu+tao+baixo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Utopia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;a brancura da cal o traço azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alentejo é a última utopia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as aves partem para o sul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todas as aves: como a poesia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7203838367512958062?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7203838367512958062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7203838367512958062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7203838367512958062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7203838367512958062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-o-cu-to-baixo.html' title='E o Céu tão Baixo'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jaVkSmATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eclbuPr8Czo/s72-c/e+o+ceu+tao+baixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2547869395705801987</id><published>2007-12-31T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:58:23.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Lisboa, a Construção da Memória da Cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jT1ESmASI/AAAAAAAAABw/4PBZcQTPKKA/s1600-h/lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150099082536419618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jT1ESmASI/AAAAAAAAABw/4PBZcQTPKKA/s320/lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que nos propomos fazer é aquilo que poderemos considerar como uma primeira aproximação da história da evolução do conceito de património, da ampliação do seu conteúdo, da perpectiva de um estudo de caso, o da cidade de Lisboa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2547869395705801987?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2547869395705801987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2547869395705801987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2547869395705801987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2547869395705801987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/lisboa-construo-da-memia-da-cidade.html' title='Lisboa, a Construção da Memória da Cidade'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jT1ESmASI/AAAAAAAAABw/4PBZcQTPKKA/s72-c/lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-1475190941486490713</id><published>2007-12-31T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:30:01.194Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Rio Côa, A Arte do Rio e da Pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jRcESmARI/AAAAAAAAABo/APtB2Xy-l_8/s1600-h/rio+cÃ´a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150096454016434450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jRcESmARI/AAAAAAAAABo/APtB2Xy-l_8/s320/rio+c%C3%B4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"O autor descreve a viagem que realizou, em constante diálogo com os seus colaboradores, o que permite ao leitor deste diário compreender o porquê do pormenor das construções e o sentido poético que respiram e, simultaneamente, entender que essas construções são parte integrante da grandiosa paisagem que o rio percorre e a que dá alma e de que recebe a razão de ser."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gonçalo Ribeiro Telles&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-1475190941486490713?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/1475190941486490713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=1475190941486490713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1475190941486490713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1475190941486490713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/rio-ca-arte-do-rio-e-da-pedra.html' title='Rio Côa, A Arte do Rio e da Pedra'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R3jRcESmARI/AAAAAAAAABo/APtB2Xy-l_8/s72-c/rio+c%C3%B4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5562071563054455156</id><published>2007-12-18T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:03:51.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Tchekov em Cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gSWkSmAQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9hgbiBawvWU/s1600-h/tchekov+em+cena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145382753178878210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gSWkSmAQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9hgbiBawvWU/s320/tchekov+em+cena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A linha de investigação em teatro, cumprindo uma quase obrigação para com a história do teatro e para com a história de encenação, não podia deixar passar em claro, não tanto o centenário da morte de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tchekov&lt;/span&gt;, mas sobretudo o centenário da encenação d'&lt;em&gt;O Cerejal&lt;/em&gt;, lugar de ruptura na história do teatro europeu. Por razões que a história conhece, a conjugação dos dois acontecimentos determinou em grande medida os desenvolvimentos da jovem arte da encenação a partir de 1905: a morte de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tchekov&lt;/span&gt; pôs fim a uma colaboração intensa entre o Teatro de Arte e o dramaturgo; a encenação do &lt;em&gt;Cerejal &lt;/em&gt;constituiu como que a consagração e, em certa medida, o esgotamento duma linha de trabalho que Stanislavski designou como "da intuição e do sentimento". A partir desta data há-de precipitar-se a crise artística que conduzirá o Teatro de Arte de Moscovo a uma aproximação das estéticas do simbolismo (Blok, Maeterlinck...) e à busca de novas linguagens no plano da encenação e do trabalho do actor, particularmente com o regresso de Meyerhold para dirigir os trabalhos do Teatro Estúdio da Rua Povarskaja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5562071563054455156?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5562071563054455156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5562071563054455156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5562071563054455156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5562071563054455156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/tchekov-em-cena.html' title='Tchekov em Cena'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gSWkSmAQI/AAAAAAAAABg/9hgbiBawvWU/s72-c/tchekov+em+cena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-2212391712218361029</id><published>2007-12-18T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:23:28.800Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Escola de Música da Sé de Évora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gPNESmAPI/AAAAAAAAABY/5YQHoOYsmGA/s1600-h/escola+de+mÃºsica+da+sÃ©+de+Ã©vora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145379291435237618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gPNESmAPI/AAAAAAAAABY/5YQHoOYsmGA/s320/escola+de+m%C3%BAsica+da+s%C3%A9+de+%C3%A9vora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "As seis Jornadas Internacionais realizadas até hoje reuniram um conjunto vasto de maestros, investigadores, cantores e coros que contribuiram para o aprofundamento do estudo e interpretação da Polifonia da Escola de Música da Sé de Évora."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-2212391712218361029?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/2212391712218361029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=2212391712218361029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2212391712218361029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/2212391712218361029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/escola-de-msica-da-s-de-vora.html' title='Escola de Música da Sé de Évora'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2gPNESmAPI/AAAAAAAAABY/5YQHoOYsmGA/s72-c/escola+de+m%C3%BAsica+da+s%C3%A9+de+%C3%A9vora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5285477593858167268</id><published>2007-12-13T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:56:42.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Autos, Passos e Bailinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GH4p4cLSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7JStOdga72M/s1600-h/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143541656818822434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GH4p4cLSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7JStOdga72M/s320/livros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Neste livro publica-se o conjunto dos textos do repertório hoje representados pelos actores-marionetistas do Cendrev, devidamente enquadrados por depoimentos e reflexões relativos ao processo passado e presente de salvaguarda e dinamização do espólio como o conhecemos actualmente. Assim, o modo de apresentação do conjunto das peças adoptado aqui partiu da transição efectuada por Alexandre Passos, a qual foi ajustada aos critérios de transcrição seguidos pelos investigadores do projecto e, também, ao testemunho vivo dos actores envolvidos na conservação actual do teatro dos Bonecos de Santo Aleixo, na difícil tarefa de esclarecimento e ponderação da importância relativa das marcas da oralidade bem como da vertente regional que conotam a fala dos bonecos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5285477593858167268?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5285477593858167268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5285477593858167268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5285477593858167268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5285477593858167268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/autos-passos-e-bailinhos.html' title='Autos, Passos e Bailinhos'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GH4p4cLSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7JStOdga72M/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7069541123050423134</id><published>2007-12-13T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:13:09.568Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Pai, não Abra já Essa Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GCTp4cLQI/AAAAAAAAABA/PfdSapoLU0k/s1600-h/pai,+nÃ£o+abra+jÃ¡+essa+porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143535523605523714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GCTp4cLQI/AAAAAAAAABA/PfdSapoLU0k/s320/pai,+n%C3%A3o+abra+j%C3%A1+essa+porta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Hoje é quinta-feira, 29 de Junho. O pai foi a enterrar. Eram 4 horas da tarde. Desaparecia para sempre do alcance dos meus olhos. Agora é só uma imagem, mas uma imagem que se move em torno de si própria. É o meu centro. À sua volta eu rodo num movimento de translacção, por isso esta imagem me é mais presente que o corpo que sumiu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Pela noite sento-me frente à janela fechada, Do outro lado é o pai que me olha. Agora jaz em baixo de um montão de terra encimado por uma simples tabuleta. Esta tabuleta tem um número gravado. É o número 15/2006. Como se fosse apenas um simples talhão de terra em venda. Como se fosse uma etiqueta afixada num produto de supermercado. Pelo menos ainda não teve código de barras. Era uma tabuleta feita em madeira e desenhada à mão. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; O Mundo deu uma volta. Mudou de lugar. E este é o primeiro dia."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7069541123050423134?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7069541123050423134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7069541123050423134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7069541123050423134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7069541123050423134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/pai-no-abra-j-essa-porta.html' title='Pai, não Abra já Essa Porta'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2GCTp4cLQI/AAAAAAAAABA/PfdSapoLU0k/s72-c/pai,+n%C3%A3o+abra+j%C3%A1+essa+porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-7029486693943550893</id><published>2007-12-13T18:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:01:01.003Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A Noite do Índio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F-4Z4cLPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8qZf8W2zLp0/s1600-h/A+noite+do+Ã&amp;shy;ndio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143531756919205106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F-4Z4cLPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8qZf8W2zLp0/s320/A+noite+do+%C3%ADndio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O dia e a noite não podem viver juntos. O Pele-Vermelha sempre evitou a aproximação do Homem-Branco, como a neblina da manhã na encosta da montanha evaporando-se antes do aparecimento do Sol."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A noite do índio promete ser muito escura. Nenhuma estrela brilhará acima do horizonte. Ventos carregados de tristeza gemem ao longe. Um destino ameaçador parece levantar-se no caminho do Pele-Vermelha, e onde quer que esteja ouvirá sempre os passos do seu impiedoso destruidor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-7029486693943550893?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/7029486693943550893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=7029486693943550893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7029486693943550893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/7029486693943550893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/noite-do-ndio.html' title='A Noite do Índio'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F-4Z4cLPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8qZf8W2zLp0/s72-c/A+noite+do+%C3%ADndio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-658623856633195840</id><published>2007-12-13T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:42:45.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>O Fio da Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F58Z4cLOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mEfBmTsy7R4/s1600-h/o+fio+da+voz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143526328080542946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F58Z4cLOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mEfBmTsy7R4/s320/o+fio+da+voz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Vislumbro as palavras no limiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não existem mais além.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enquanto as digo não o atravesso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;repito os passos vezes sem conta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois espera o instante&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de que adivinho a exuberância.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas não o pronuncio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perante ele tenho apenas silêncios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encontro o horizonte que procuro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perto do início&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não anseio por um outro limite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só neste momento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sei o que o espaço desejado contém&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e percorro o interior da promessa."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-658623856633195840?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/658623856633195840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=658623856633195840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/658623856633195840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/658623856633195840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-fio-da-voz.html' title='O Fio da Voz'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F58Z4cLOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mEfBmTsy7R4/s72-c/o+fio+da+voz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-5008781775428676383</id><published>2007-12-13T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:24:27.594Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>A Ilha Ausente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F4OZ4cLNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NEmVDIKycfI/s1600-h/a+ilha+ausente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143524438294932690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F4OZ4cLNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NEmVDIKycfI/s320/a+ilha+ausente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;s pássaros fugiram dentro da noite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;atravessaram o tempo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e foram crucificar-se&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;na tristeza dos amantes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-5008781775428676383?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/5008781775428676383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=5008781775428676383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5008781775428676383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/5008781775428676383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/12/ilha-ausente.html' title='A Ilha Ausente'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A5PPUPbZg-g/R2F4OZ4cLNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NEmVDIKycfI/s72-c/a+ilha+ausente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643903348516026441.post-1901502573206142578</id><published>2007-11-25T15:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:59:36.845Z</updated><title type='text'>OS LIVROS E A VIDA</title><content type='html'>“Olha para a casa de Zélande, cor de rosa e brilhante como uma conchinha. Repara! Aprende a ver!” e nessa altura desaparece. É este o preço da leitura e é esta também a sua insuficiência. É atribuir um papel demasiado grande ao que não passa de uma iniciação fazendo desta uma disciplina. A leitura está no limiar da vida espiritual; pode introduzir-nos nela: não a constitui.&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust; &lt;em&gt;O Prazer da leitura&lt;/em&gt;, trad. Magda B. Figueiredo, ed. Teorema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim um livro. Não é o mundo, porque não o substitui, mas é um mundo. Um mundo aberto por onde circula o ar. É um mundo tão exuberante que, nele, cada um pode encontrar o seu lugar. Quando abrimos um livro, abrimos o mundo pela primeira vez. Há livros que mudam vidas. São os que interessam verdadeiramente. São aqueles em que as páginas brilham na sua nudez jubilosa. Desta exaltação amorosa nasce toda a vida espiritual. Porque não há vida do espírito sem movimento amoroso. As páginas na sua cadência puxam-nos para dentro.&lt;br /&gt;O livro é uma brancura concentrada. Aberto, ele irradia essa sumptuosa luz, oferece-se ao leitor que o queira desfrutar. Ao contrário do audiovisual, que encerra o espectador num universo concentracionário, o livro é uma casa aberta. Uma casa que o leitor tem entre mãos e ajuda a construir palavra a palavra, página a página. E daqui pode nascer o espírito livre.&lt;br /&gt;A obra que nos aguarda entre a capa e a contracapa nasce do encontro de duas solidões. A solidão do próprio livro, na sua situação de ser abandonado e original, e a solidão do leitor que busca um encontro espiritual. Cada leitor faz seu o livro que há a fazer. Cada livro tem o leitor possível. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5643903348516026441-1901502573206142578?l=casadosul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/feeds/1901502573206142578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5643903348516026441&amp;postID=1901502573206142578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1901502573206142578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5643903348516026441/posts/default/1901502573206142578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casadosul.blogspot.com/2007/11/os-livros-e-vida.html' title='OS LIVROS E A VIDA'/><author><name>casa do sul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09750070427469699354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
