<?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-6732419</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:39:20.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estados</title><subtitle type='html'>Estados, de espírito, de forma, de ser, ter e não só! </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108936943004589199</id><published>2004-07-09T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T20:32:33.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Festival &lt;strong&gt;Optimus Sudoeste&lt;/strong&gt;, a ter lugar na Herdade da Casa Branca da Zambujeira do Mar, já anunciou o cartaz oficial da edição deste ano, a confirmar &lt;a href="http://www.musicanocoracao.pt/sudo.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fusionanomaly.net/kraftwerk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 de Agosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulwax&lt;br /&gt;Divine Comedy &lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Leão/participação especial: Sónia Tavares (The Gift) e Ana Vieira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 de Agosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;Clã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 de Agosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove Armada&lt;br /&gt;Da Weasel&lt;br /&gt;Zero 7&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Love with Arthur Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 de Agosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kraftwerk (na foto)&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;dEUS&lt;br /&gt;Tim Booth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108936943004589199?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108936943004589199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108936943004589199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936943004589199' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108894228631437526</id><published>2004-07-04T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:58:06.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidade Vespertina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nyrock.com/img/2001/pjharvey2001aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the pen&lt;br /&gt;To the paper&lt;br /&gt;Press the envelope&lt;br /&gt;With my scent&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;In my handwriting&lt;br /&gt;The curve Of my g?&lt;br /&gt;The longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is left that&lt;br /&gt;Writes these days?&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll be different&lt;br /&gt;Take the cap&lt;br /&gt;Off your pen&lt;br /&gt;Wet the envelope&lt;br /&gt;Lick and lick it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;The time is running out&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on&lt;br /&gt;To imagine&lt;br /&gt;Your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;On my words&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful pen&lt;br /&gt;Take the cap off&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign and I'd come running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt; no seu mais recente registo de originais , &lt;strong&gt;Uh huh her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108894228631437526?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108894228631437526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108894228631437526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894228631437526' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-1088769291153068</id><published>2004-07-02T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:54:51.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidade Vespertina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adolfo Luxúria Canibal / Miguel Pedro] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/mm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em directo (para a teelvisão)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" avanço lesto por entre a multidão insane presa de ecrãs de teelvisão alarmes soam em todo o quarteirão disparos, gritos, lançando a confusão é guerra sem quartel de empresas rivais na busca do controlo de mercados locais ou então... ou então... encena-se um directo para a teelvisão sirenes passam em grande aceleração olhando para ecrãs de teelvisão o caso surge com outra dimensão imagens com voz servindo de guião é guerra sem quartel de empresas rivais na busca do controlo de mercados locais ou então... ou então... encena-se um directo para a televisão "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema retirado do álbum &lt;em&gt;Há já muito tempo que o ar nesta latrina se tornou irrespirável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-1088769291153068?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/1088769291153068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/1088769291153068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#1088769291153068' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108872605769146874</id><published>2004-07-02T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:54:17.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Freeze Frame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/gomer_pyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I live,... in a world of shit." por Gomer Pyle, em &lt;strong&gt;Full Metal Jacket&lt;/strong&gt;, um clássico sobre a guerra no Vietname de &lt;a href="http://kubrickfilms.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Stanley Kubrick&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108872605769146874?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108872605769146874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108872605769146874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108872605769146874' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108825677426641409</id><published>2004-06-26T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T11:33:31.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Diário de um Hooligan reprimido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inercia.no.sapo.pt/hooligan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear diary, I´m writing these insane lines to tell you about the anger that has revolved me since  thursday night. Our mother land was completly bashed by those portuguese bastards. We even tried to blame that non natural blonded hair fellow , that stole us a goal, that swiss banaker referee. Right now I´m listening to queen´s song &lt;em&gt;bohemian rapsody&lt;/em&gt;, "&lt;em&gt;mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he´s dead&lt;/em&gt;", and not felling so good also, I think I´ll go out to the streets and spread my anger with some beer to help me aim to the police. I hope to see you soon mother land, with or without some brewses. " &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108825677426641409?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108825677426641409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108825677426641409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825677426641409' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108767317474123564</id><published>2004-06-19T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:31:19.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/tr.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A editora &lt;strong&gt;Temporary Residence&lt;/strong&gt;lançou recentemente um álbum de comemoração do seu oitava aniversário e quinquagésimo lançamento no mercado,com a contribuição de vários artistas , com particular destaque neste caso para o tema dos &lt;strong&gt;Explosions in the Sky&lt;/strong&gt; não editado em álbum designado por &lt;em&gt;the long spring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem Obtê-lo &lt;a href="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/oliveame/1.mp3"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108767317474123564?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108767317474123564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108767317474123564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108767317474123564' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108757102620972051</id><published>2004-06-18T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:40:44.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Festival Optimus.Hype@Meco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 de Julho de 2004 às 19h00 na Herdade do Cabeço da Flauta - Meco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingresso:&lt;/strong&gt; 33 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palco Optimus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moloko&lt;br /&gt;The Matthew Herbert Big Band&lt;br /&gt;Peaches&lt;br /&gt;London Elektricity&lt;br /&gt;Scratch Perverts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenda Zone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda Porto&lt;br /&gt;Otto&lt;br /&gt;Trio Mocotó&lt;br /&gt;Kaleidoscópio&lt;br /&gt;Dj Dolores &amp; Aparelhagem&lt;br /&gt;Tó Ricciardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenda Journeys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazznova feat. Clara Hill (Sonar Kollektiv)&lt;br /&gt;Âme (Sonar Kollektiv)&lt;br /&gt;Break Reform Live&lt;br /&gt;The Deal Live&lt;br /&gt;Dubadelic Vibrations&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Viegas&lt;br /&gt;Yari&lt;br /&gt;Pitt Bull &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenda da Providers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo Addiction (Port)&lt;br /&gt;Bart (Port)&lt;br /&gt;Chris Meehan (Aus)&lt;br /&gt;Dave Seaman (Aus)&lt;br /&gt;Infusion (Aus)&lt;br /&gt;Kasey Taylor (Aus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108757102620972051?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108757102620972051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108757102620972051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757102620972051' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108748977138489139</id><published>2004-06-17T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:29:31.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidade Vespertina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de um dia de estudo. "The Way" por &lt;strong&gt;Bonnie 'Prince' Billy&lt;/strong&gt;, retirado do álbum &lt;em&gt;Master and Everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/bpb2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter comes and snow&lt;br /&gt;I can't marry you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Without you the winter grows&lt;br /&gt;I can't marry you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a year in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You can find another man&lt;br /&gt;Let your unloved parts get loved&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places you should be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Into the river we will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108748977138489139?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108748977138489139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108748977138489139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748977138489139' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108697982880484500</id><published>2004-06-11T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T20:36:02.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Síndrome agudo da Bandeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/portugal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...esta , é a tua bandeira!"&lt;/em&gt; , por Luís Figo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sexta-feira dia 11 de Junho,é véspera do início deste evento a ter lugar por estádios nacionais espalhados por todo país, sendo alvo de uma emigração desmesurada , batendo de longe qualquer estatística feita em época de Verão. É a união de várias nações num só local, por 90 minutos disputados ao furor de adeptos emocionados e vibrantes desesperadamente aclamando a sua nação por uma vitória que garanta um lugar numa próxima eliminatória. São 90 minutos de emoção , de suor, de choro e riso e porque não de uma loucura imparável. É o futebol, esse desporto que movimenta massas , que tira o mais humilde operário fabril do seu local de trabalho mais cedo uma hora para ver a sua seleção, é a unificação espontânea de todos os cidadão, é uma comunidade. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto seria demasiado perfeito se fosse verdade, tal lirismo digamos é de facto um transcendente cenário que sonhamos. O facto é que é a razão de uma união desmesurada. Já repararam por instante á nossa volta, a excessiva propaganda que nos invade a privacidade. A manifestação de uma nação expondo ridiculamente nas janelas o seu orgulho oportunista de um futuro melhor, a bandeira. Imaginem o subúrbio mais vulgar de uma região nacional repleto de bandeiras, os carros com cachecois e estandartes, a manifestação cultural. "Nunca o país este tão unido por uma causa" dizem alguns, de facto é verdade, é algo chocante constatar que é necessário uma forma de entretenimento como o desporto ser alvo de tal efeito secundário. É de facto uma epedimia que se lançou e atingiu proporções catastroficamente ridículas ultrapassando qualquer limite imaginável do aceitável. "Esta é a tua bandeira", mas será a nossa causa? Será motivo de despender milhões ao fundo nacional? Serão os "90 minutos" uma forma de estabelecer um novo record do Guiness de como gastar dinheiro mais rapidamente e de forma desaproveitada ? Quem sou eu para responder? Senão apenas uma ridícula minoria perante tal cenário contundente, que será estupidamente abafada e refutada de tal movimento anti progressivo. &lt;br /&gt;É demais, de facto penso aderir ao movimento da bandeira, já adquiri a minha, a pensar no sotaque deambulante e desconexo de Luís Figo no anúncio para o Euro 2004 e já sei onde a colocar! Bem por cima da meu trono (sanita) e na falta da melhor invenção de sempre (papel higiénico) rezo para que seja absorvente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108697982880484500?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108697982880484500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108697982880484500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697982880484500' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108670226995714677</id><published>2004-06-08T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T14:45:36.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Agenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, Terça Feira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Quandoquando. &lt;strong&gt;Labrat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Cine-Teatro &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan kreisberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, Quarta Feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matosinhos - B flat Jazz club. &lt;strong&gt;Dalmir, Diogo Vida Quarteto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matosinhos - Clube Blá Blá. &lt;strong&gt;The Fury Secrecy, Budhi, Heavenwood&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Teatro Carlos Alberto, &lt;strong&gt;Drumming apresenta "To limpezas"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porto - UrbanSound. &lt;strong&gt;Cris + B. Kas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, Quinta-feira &lt;br /&gt;Porto - Máus hábitos. &lt;strong&gt;Nicorette, Dj Vipes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Teatro do Campo Alegre. Quintas de Leitura: &lt;strong&gt;X-wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Teatro Helena Sá e Costa. &lt;strong&gt;Blueprint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, Sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matosinhos - B-Flat Jazz Club. &lt;strong&gt;Dalmir, Rui Varejão Quarteto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Maus Hábitos. &lt;strong&gt;Beggary Banister, Manu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, Sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Art. Arena bar. &lt;strong&gt;Bunnyranch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto - Maus Hábitos. &lt;strong&gt;Dj Nomix&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108670226995714677?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108670226995714677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108670226995714677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670226995714677' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108661986044454492</id><published>2004-06-07T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:51:00.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Humilhação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/gnr.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO PROTECT AND SERVE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado dia 5 de Junho, assisti na minha localidade a um episódio que considero no mínimo deprimente e humilhante . Eram cerca de 7 horas da tarde e bem perto da minha casa encontrava-se a Guarda Nacional Republicana a parar o trânsito nos dois sentidos em frente a uma quinta que fica voltada para a estrada. Qual é o meu espanto ao constatar que tal operação se deve á triagem de convidados para um casamento!!! Quer dizer, é preciso a GNR estar presente para selecionar meia dúzia de VIPs e snobs de mercedes e bmw´s topos de gama? É preciso descer tão baixo? Certo da minha revolta, decidi questionar um agente da autoridade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Boa tarde, o que está a passar aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GNR:&lt;/strong&gt; Não se passa nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;getting pretty pissed of)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hum,.. ok. É preciso parar o trânsito da via pública para um casamento. Não têm multas para passar noutro local?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GNR:&lt;/strong&gt; Não tem nada a ver com isso, siga mas é o seu caminho que está a interromper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão :&lt;/strong&gt; Comprar uma G3 e partir esta porcaria toda!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108661986044454492?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108661986044454492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108661986044454492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661986044454492' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108627031822015825</id><published>2004-06-03T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T14:45:18.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Única Hipótese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/2654615_jet_200.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothing to me if you got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you got that I can use anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothing to me so keep your money in check&lt;br /&gt;I got something for you that you ain't never gonna get&lt;br /&gt;So come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;Last chance honey&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108627031822015825?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108627031822015825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108627031822015825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627031822015825' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108609571572471396</id><published>2004-06-01T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T14:15:15.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Permissão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/temp.bmp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108609571572471396?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108609571572471396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108609571572471396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609571572471396' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108584764841780571</id><published>2004-05-29T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T17:20:48.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seus Mentirosos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/liars15.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001&lt;/strong&gt; They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt; Fins to Make Us More Fish-Like [EP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt; They Were Wrong, So We Drowned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108584764841780571?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108584764841780571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108584764841780571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584764841780571' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108565868476344934</id><published>2004-05-27T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T12:51:24.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/fcp.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os sonhos podem-se de facto tornar realidade&lt;/strong&gt;, e isso foi possível confirmar-se ontem á noite no Estádio Arena AufSchalke em Gelsenkirchen onde se travou a final da Liga dos Campeões, defrontando O AS Mónaco e o Futebol Clube do Porto. Foi triufante a vitória sobre o Mónaco com os golos de Carlos Alberto Deco e Alenitchev. Após 17 anos, a taça volta para Portugal com enorme pompa e circunstância. Memorável e fica para a história deste grande clube da invicta que neste passado recente várias glórias tem trazido aos milhares de adeptos. Contudo, é também com alguma mágoa que vemos a última prestação do técnico José Mourinho no F.C.P demonstrando a vontade de sair do clube. O futebol é feito de dinamismo e mudança, contudo fica a frase de Mourinho "Que ninguém nos diga impossível, mas quem sabe irrepetível".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108565868476344934?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108565868476344934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108565868476344934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565868476344934' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108548602663170219</id><published>2004-05-25T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:53:46.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.abc.net.au/arts/soundsliketechno/html/images/Kraftwerk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alemães &lt;strong&gt;Kraftwerk&lt;/strong&gt;, estarão novamente em Portugal, a marcar presença na edição deste ano do Festival Sudoeste, sem data confirmada ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gamerco.com/fotos/artistes/2/238.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;Black Rebel Motor cycle&lt;/strong&gt; club autores de "B.R.M.C" e com o seu recém editado "Take Them On, On Your Own" são a mais recente aquisição do Festival Paredes de Coura, irão actuar no dia 19 de Agosto juntamente com outros nomes como &lt;strong&gt;Mark Eitzel&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Scissor Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/gj.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary Jules&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;songwriter&lt;/em&gt; norte-americano autor de "Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets",e oriundo de San Diego, irá marcar presença no Festival Vilar de Mouros com data ainda por confirmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notícias confirmadas no sítio do &lt;a href="http://festivais.no.sapo.pt"&gt;costume&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108548602663170219?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108548602663170219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108548602663170219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548602663170219' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108534758914239043</id><published>2004-05-23T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:03:01.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pequeno passo para o Homem, grande passo para a Humanidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri que o jogo &lt;strong&gt;Minsweeper&lt;/strong&gt; é o melhor jogo alguma vez criado e talvez o mais viciante. Após vários dias de tentativas finalmente hoje consegui finalizar o nível de especialista. É poético sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/minas.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108534758914239043?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108534758914239043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108534758914239043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534758914239043' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108515780368116114</id><published>2004-05-21T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:45:40.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/pg.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Gabriel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock in Rio&lt;/strong&gt; - 29 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festival Vilar de Mouros&lt;/strong&gt; - 16 de Julho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Líder dos Genesis, nos anos 70 &lt;strong&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt; empurrou os limites do rock progressivo para locais desconhecidos - e em três longas décadas de trabalho a solo a sua carreira nunca deixou de ser igualmente inovadora. Muito passa pela obra do autor de "sledgehammer":  electrónica e avant-garde, territórios cerebrais e escuros, fusões de músicas tradicionais de todo o mundo. Pela terceira e quarta vez visitará Portugal (tendo sido uma delas com os Genesis e outra a solo), Peter Gabriel é um verdadeiro homem da renascença, multifacetado, imparável. Para o provar, estão incontoarnáveis clássicos ("como talk to me" , "secret world", "kiss the frg"). Notícia confirmada &lt;a href="http://festivais.no.sapo.pt"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108515780368116114?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108515780368116114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108515780368116114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515780368116114' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108506112858887058</id><published>2004-05-20T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:52:08.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esclarecimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/hair.bmp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, tive pela primeira vez a oportunidade de entrar num salão de beleza e constatar que demora cerca de 30 minutos para uma mulher arranjar devidamente as unhas, coisa que nós homens demoramos menos de 5 minutos,mas , o meu problema é que fui com duas pessoas, ou seja, utilizando essa maravilhosa ferramente designada por Matemática, podemos constatar que a chamada "Seca" teve como tempo 1 hora! Contudo, nesse tempo, deu para fazer uma ou outra reflexão sobre empregados e clientes. Comecei por reparar no empregado, que também era cabeleireiro (coincidência??). Era um jovem alto , cabelo minuciosamente caído pelos ombros e penteado a régua e esquadro ao mais ínfimo pormenor. A sua cara estava cirurgicamente bronzeada para esta altura do ano, razão pela qual me levou a concluir que os solários fazem maravilhas. Vestia uma t-shirt de licra preta justíssima que naturalmente dizia atrás "versace", e umas calças de linho brancas tipicamente de Verão. Meus caros, posso não ser nenhum profeta, mas se aquele gajo não é "florzinha", eu próprio assino que um rinocerante é mais burro que o George W. Bush. Dei por mim então a imaginar situações algo hipotéticas de afirmação de sexo, e dei por mim com uma história algo engraçada. Imaginem um Engenheiro, perto dos seus quarenta anos , já com uns 10 anos de trabalho e certo dia decide brotar a sua homossexualidade chegando á seguinte conclusão, "Porra, agora vou ter de ser cabeleireiro :(".&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra situação que achei completamente ridícula e digna de uma tortura chinesa acompanhada de vários episódios das novelas da TVI, seria então uma senhora, que havia parado o seu JEEPzinho Grand Cherokee em plena rua só para ir dentro do salão perguntar se podia marcar para o dia seguinte uma pedicure... Meus caros, se isto não revolta o mais pacíficos dos seres,por favor chamem-me temperamental. Concluido, penso certamente que devem imaginar o que eu terei ido fazer a um salão de beleza. A verdade, é que nem eu sei,mas, tirei uma importante lição. Viva os barbeiros alcoólicos e amantes do Benfica com um bigode esquesito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108506112858887058?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108506112858887058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108506112858887058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506112858887058' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108496676579906329</id><published>2004-05-19T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:25:54.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Novidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paredesdecoura.com/Bandas/2003/01/fotos/viper6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt;, a cantora britânica autora de álbuns como "rid of me" , "Is this Desire?" e ainda "Stories from the city, stories from the sea" estará novamente em Portugal, a marcar presença no Festival Vilar de Mouros no dia 18 de Julho, promovendo assim o seu novo "Uh huh her". Notícia confirmada &lt;a href="http://festivais.no.sapo.pt"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108496676579906329?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108496676579906329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108496676579906329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496676579906329' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108480230388243338</id><published>2004-05-17T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:58:23.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Credibilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/dilbert2073207040511.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108480230388243338?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108480230388243338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108480230388243338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480230388243338' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108480170587870169</id><published>2004-05-17T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:48:25.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/11.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mão Morta&lt;/strong&gt; - Mutantes S21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJ Shadow&lt;/strong&gt; - Endtroducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Legendary Tiger Man&lt;/strong&gt; - Naked Blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108480170587870169?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108480170587870169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108480170587870169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480170587870169' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108447662893145989</id><published>2004-05-13T19:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:25:08.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esclarecimentos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gruznia&lt;/strong&gt;, ou como se diz em americano, "&lt;em&gt;Good dia&lt;/em&gt;". Antes de mais queria desculpar-me aos leitores deste blog (eles existem ou sou eu que dou os hits na página??) pelo desleixo e o desinteresse que me invadiu nestes últimos dias. A verdade é que estive a realizar pré-requisitos para o ingresso no curso de Som e Imagem na Universidade Católica Portuguesa, experiência que digo desde já muito interessante e enriquecedora a nível artística mais focalizado em argumento e artes digitais. Em segundo lugar, decidi quebrar o gelo e expor-me da forma mais directa possível, ou seja, na primeira pessoa, "live and kicking, yeah baby!". Como resultado da minha experiência na aventura que designo "Carlos meets catolic school girls wannabe?!", venho por este fenomenal meio apresentar pequenas peripécias do meu percurso que achei de particular interesse. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/teeth.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espaço: combóio 'fucking' regional que pára em todas as estações apiedeiros e mijadouros possíveis&lt;br /&gt;estado: completamente á pinha. cenário sardinhas em lata com problemas de odor nos sovacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combóio entra no túnel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criança:&lt;/strong&gt; Olha, ... estamos parados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe:&lt;/strong&gt; olha que tolo, não vês que é um túnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criança:&lt;/strong&gt; tá escuro, não dá pra ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espaço:&lt;/strong&gt; cantina da Universidade Católica Portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estado:&lt;/strong&gt; numa tentativa de travar alguma amizade (logicamente feminina) meto conversa com uma jovem que vira no anfiteatro durante a prova) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Olá! Então como te correu a prova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jovem:&lt;/strong&gt;Olá!Hum.... acho que correu bem, foi bom terem deixado escolher o tema na pergunta específica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;Sem dúvida, estava com algum receio em relação a isso. Vais ter a entrevista hoje ou amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jovem:&lt;/strong&gt; Hoje. E a tua é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;Também hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;( a conversa continua com a temática da prova até que ambos decidimos almoçar á cantina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo a reparar bem na jovem e posso desde já afirmar que "she´s rocks the body", muito bem constituída e um grande obrigado pelos progenitores de tão bela criatura. O interesse aumenta.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos já sentados á mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que está de boca cheia, pois havia levado uma garfada á boca. Decido intervir e dar início a uma conversa até que surge a maldição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jovem:&lt;/strong&gt; A..... A.... Atchim......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arroz por toda a mesa. Interesse? Eu não quero um homem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take 3&lt;/strong&gt; (the final touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espaço:&lt;/strong&gt;dentro do combóio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cenário:&lt;/strong&gt; assentos praticamente todos ocupados, apenas algumas pessoas de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra um grupo de homens tipicamente de leste, ucranianos por certo. Filhos de uma inesperada crise económico-social do seu país que hoje se vêm com frequência em trabalhos de construção civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um deles saca do telemóvel e grunha algo do género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gruznio bratislov:&lt;/strong&gt; brovsky nost rurska polifónico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca o telemóvel em altos berros o "Hino do Dragão". Ah... ser tripeiro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108447662893145989?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108447662893145989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108447662893145989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108447662893145989' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108419753526599677</id><published>2004-05-10T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:58:55.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Harmonia Velha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo resume &lt;br /&gt;Todas as sensações dos meus sentidos &lt;br /&gt;A cor, o gosto, o tato, a música, o perfume &lt;br /&gt;Dos teus lábios acesos e estendidos &lt;br /&gt;Fazem a escala ardente com que acordas o fauno encantador &lt;br /&gt;Que, na lira sensual de cinco cordas, &lt;br /&gt;Tange a canção do amor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tato mais vibrante, &lt;br /&gt;O sabor mais sutil, a cor mais louca, &lt;br /&gt;O perfume mais doido, o som mais provocante &lt;br /&gt;Moram na flor triunfal da tua boca! &lt;br /&gt;Flor que se olha, e ouve, e toca, e prova, e aspira; &lt;br /&gt;Flor de alma, que é também &lt;br /&gt;Um acorde em minha lira, &lt;br /&gt;Que é meu mal e é meu bem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma emoção estranha &lt;br /&gt;o gosto de uma fruta, a luz de um poente - &lt;br /&gt;chega a mim, não sei de onde, e bruscamente ganha &lt;br /&gt;qualquer sentido meu, é a ti somente &lt;br /&gt;que ouço, ou aspiro, ou provo, ou toco, ou vejo... &lt;br /&gt;E acabo de pensar &lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer emoção vem de teu beijo &lt;br /&gt;Que anda disperso no ar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme de Almeida &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108419753526599677?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108419753526599677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108419753526599677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419753526599677' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108393644486505788</id><published>2004-05-07T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:48:44.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Nocturnas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevêm-se hoje para a região nortenha, mais precisamente em Matosinhos no bar &lt;a href="http://www.blabla.com.pt/"&gt;Blá blá&lt;/a&gt; explosões no céu por volta das 23.00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/gmorning.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A não perder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108393644486505788?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108393644486505788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108393644486505788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393644486505788' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108376192095260461</id><published>2004-05-05T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:07:11.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidade Vespertina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/morphine.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morphine&lt;/strong&gt; - Buena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice from the back of the room&lt;br /&gt;I hear a voice cry out you want something good&lt;br /&gt;Well come on a little closer let me see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yea come on a little closer by the front of the stage&lt;br /&gt;I said come on a little closer I got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Yea come on a little closer wanna see your face&lt;br /&gt;You see I met a devil named Buena Buena&lt;br /&gt;And since I met the devil I ain't been the same oh no&lt;br /&gt;And I feel all right now I have to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to finally introduce you to the&lt;br /&gt;Buena buena buena buena good good good&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to me yea it's coming to me&lt;br /&gt;Now I I think I know what it is you need&lt;br /&gt;I know some people want to make you change&lt;br /&gt;Well I I know how to make'm go away&lt;br /&gt;You see I met a devil named Buena Buena&lt;br /&gt;And since I met the devil I ain't been the same oh no&lt;br /&gt;And I feel all right I have to tell ya&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to finally introduce you to the&lt;br /&gt;Buena buena buena buena good good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Sandman (1952-1999)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108376192095260461?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108376192095260461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108376192095260461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376192095260461' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108368088309286860</id><published>2004-05-04T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:31:58.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stefanogiovannini.com/portfolios/sonicyouthpics/images/04-sonicyouth-italy93.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt; - Is this desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonic Youth&lt;/strong&gt; - EVOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Califone&lt;/strong&gt; - Decelaration two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primal Scream &lt;/strong&gt;- Screamadelica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108368088309286860?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108368088309286860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108368088309286860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108368088309286860' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108367988972999619</id><published>2004-05-04T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:15:24.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esclarecimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/dilbert2073207040504.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unitedmedia.com/comics/dilbert/"&gt;Dilbert&lt;/a&gt; Comic Strip by Scott Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108367988972999619?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108367988972999619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108367988972999619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367988972999619' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108352183617416559</id><published>2004-05-02T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:21:37.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Osvaldo&lt;strong&gt; Lenine&lt;/strong&gt; Macedo Pimentel , nome de guerra Lenine, é um música proveniente do Brasil e estará em Portugal para nos brindar com dois concertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 de Maio - &lt;strong&gt;Hardclub&lt;/strong&gt; (Gaia)&lt;br /&gt;7 de Maio - &lt;strong&gt;Aula Magna&lt;/strong&gt; (Lisboa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/p08-lenine.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108352183617416559?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108352183617416559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108352183617416559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352183617416559' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-10834132019940305</id><published>2004-05-01T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T13:11:01.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/kubrick1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eisenstein é só forma sem conteúdo, enquanto que Chaplin é só conteúdo sem forma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Kubrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-10834132019940305?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/10834132019940305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/10834132019940305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10834132019940305' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108333157108281101</id><published>2004-04-30T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:30:54.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sons frescos, brotando ritmos funk singulares e explosivos e improvisos delirantes de uma atmosfera cósmica. RIffs  de guitarras esganados, baixos que soltam estalos e slaps impondo respeito e saxofones agudos vibrantes rompem a barreira do rock e mostram que não há limiites numa barreira física acústica, &lt;em&gt;it´s beyond it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;The funk its coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.elementzofsoul.net/galleries/j-n/Maceo%20Parker2/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.E.R.D.&lt;/strong&gt; - Fly or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Clinton &lt;/strong&gt;- Computer Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maceo Parker &lt;/strong&gt;- Funkeroverload&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108333157108281101?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108333157108281101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108333157108281101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333157108281101' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108323805597293484</id><published>2004-04-29T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:31:52.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Respiros Criptográficos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cântico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.odla.nu/artiklar/images/bilder/renessans-venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num impudor de estátua ou de vencida, &lt;br /&gt;coxas abertas, sem defesa... nua &lt;br /&gt;ante a minha vigília, a noite, e a lua, &lt;br /&gt;ela, agora, descansa, adormecida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus mamilos roxo-azuis, em ferida, &lt;br /&gt;meu olhar desce aonde o sexo estua. &lt;br /&gt;Choro... e porquê? Meu sonho, irreal, flutua &lt;br /&gt;sobre funduras e confins da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágrimas caem-lhe nos peitos... &lt;br /&gt;enquanto o luar a numba, inerte, gasta &lt;br /&gt;da ternura feroz do meu amplexo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantam-me as veias poemas nunca feitos... &lt;br /&gt;e eu pouso a boca, religiosa e casta, &lt;br /&gt;sobre a flor esmagada do seu sexo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Régio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108323805597293484?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108323805597293484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108323805597293484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323805597293484' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108305903724537475</id><published>2004-04-27T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:51:41.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esclarecimentos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/hobbesf.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.ucomics.com/calvinandhobbes/"&gt;Bill Watterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108305903724537475?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108305903724537475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108305903724537475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108305903724537475' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108299312061342488</id><published>2004-04-26T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:29:33.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Respiros Criptográficos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que sei eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que sei eu das folhas no outono&lt;br /&gt;ao vento vorazmente arremessadas&lt;br /&gt;quando eu passo pelas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;tal como passaria qualquer dono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que é vão o vento e lento o sono&lt;br /&gt;e acabam coisas mal principiadas&lt;br /&gt;no ínvio precipício das geadas&lt;br /&gt;que pressinto no meu fundo abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/fall.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum súbito súbdito lamenta&lt;br /&gt;a dor de assim passar que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;e me ergue no ar como outra folha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualquer. Mas eu que sei destas manhãs?&lt;br /&gt;As coisas vêm  vão e são tão vãs&lt;br /&gt;como este olhar que ignoro que me olha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108299312061342488?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108299312061342488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108299312061342488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299312061342488' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108299232918797099</id><published>2004-04-26T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:16:22.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/conc.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen&lt;/strong&gt; - Hardclub 7 Dezembro de 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Fat Mamma&lt;/strong&gt; - Parece Difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Bungle&lt;/strong&gt; - Disco Volante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108299232918797099?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108299232918797099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108299232918797099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299232918797099' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108282890050269766</id><published>2004-04-24T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:18:22.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Notícias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/HPIM1820.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o verão vêm os festivais de música, venho disponibilizar &lt;a href="http://festivais.no.sapo.pt"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, o link com a actualização constante do cartaz dos mesmos, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapshot by Carlos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108282890050269766?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108282890050269766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108282890050269766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282890050269766' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108282776305741557</id><published>2004-04-24T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:33:33.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Respiros Criptográficos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/a.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do mar profundo&lt;br /&gt;na noite de longas riscas,&lt;br /&gt;como um cavalo atravessa correndo&lt;br /&gt;o teu calado calado nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me lugar no teu ombro, ai, abriga-me,&lt;br /&gt;aparece-me no teu espelho, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;sobre a folha solitária, nocturna,&lt;br /&gt;brotando do escuro, detrás de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor da doce luz completa,&lt;br /&gt;acode-me com a tua boca de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;violenta de separaçõe,&lt;br /&gt;determinada e fina boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo-te no mais longe dos longes,&lt;br /&gt;de um esquecimento a outro moram comigo&lt;br /&gt;os carris, o grito de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;o que a escura noite preserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolhe-me no tear da tarde&lt;br /&gt;quando o anoitecer vai urdindo&lt;br /&gt;o seu vestuário e palpita no céu&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela cheia de vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traze-me a tua ausência, até ao fundo,&lt;br /&gt;pesadamente, com os olhos tapados, &lt;br /&gt;atravessa-me a tua existência, admitindo&lt;br /&gt;que este meu coração está destruído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Plenos Poderes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapshot by Carlos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108282776305741557?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108282776305741557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108282776305741557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282776305741557' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108272941822473240</id><published>2004-04-23T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:55:02.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/brain.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o intuito de quebrar o gelo, disponoibilizei para download duas versões do clássico &lt;strong&gt;Paranoid Android&lt;/strong&gt; tema original do álbum &lt;em&gt;OK computer&lt;/em&gt; dos Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/oliveame/android.mp3"&gt;versão 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Front Percussion Ensemble&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/oliveame/string quartet - paranoid android.mp3"&gt;versão 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;String Quartet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Strung out on OK computer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapshot edited by Carlos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108272941822473240?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108272941822473240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108272941822473240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272941822473240' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108264937300208456</id><published>2004-04-22T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:00:19.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maria João e Mário Laginha&lt;/strong&gt; - Blackbird  &lt;em&gt;in Undercovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Originally written by Paul McCartney) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/crow.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these sunken eyes and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;All your life &lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird fly Blackbird fly&lt;br /&gt;Into the light of the dark black night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird fly Blackbird fly&lt;br /&gt;Into the light of the dark black night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Snapshot taken and edited by Carlos) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108264937300208456?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108264937300208456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108264937300208456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264937300208456' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108255820198490694</id><published>2004-04-21T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T15:40:47.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Respiros Criptográficos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/P5200089.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intensidade e Altura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever , contudo sai-me espuma,&lt;br /&gt;quero dizer muitíssimo e me atolo;&lt;br /&gt;cifra falada não há a não ser suma,&lt;br /&gt;não há pirâmide escrita sem repolho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever, mas sinto-me puma;&lt;br /&gt;quero laurear-me, mas só me encebolo.&lt;br /&gt;Não há tosse falada que não alcance bruma,&lt;br /&gt;Não há deus nem filho de deus sem desenrolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, pois, por isso, a erva pastar,&lt;br /&gt;carne de pranto, fruta de gemido,&lt;br /&gt;nossa alma tristonha a conservar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamo-nos! Vamo-nos! Pois estou ferido;&lt;br /&gt;vamos todos beber o já bebido,&lt;br /&gt;vamos, corvo, tua corva fecundar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;César Vallejo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108255820198490694?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108255820198490694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108255820198490694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255820198490694' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108246924391161112</id><published>2004-04-20T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:58:08.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/cuba_005.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Pekler&lt;/strong&gt; - Station to Staion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazznova&lt;/strong&gt; - In Between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balla&lt;/strong&gt; - Le jeu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108246924391161112?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108246924391161112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108246924391161112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246924391161112' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108239239933269285</id><published>2004-04-19T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:37:22.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Explosions in the sky&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/sky.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda norte-americana de pós rock e experimentalismo estará novamente em Portugal para nos brindar com mais um concerto no &lt;a href="http://www.blabla.com.pt"&gt;Blá blá&lt;/a&gt; em Matosinhos. A banda traz na bagagem dois registos , o mais aclamado &lt;em&gt;Those who tell the truth shall die, those who tell the truth shall live forever&lt;/em&gt;, e o mais recente &lt;em&gt;Earth is not a cold dead place&lt;/em&gt;. O preçário dos bilhetes estipula-se para 12 euros comprados antecipadamente e 14 euros no próprio dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108239239933269285?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108239239933269285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108239239933269285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239239933269285' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108232218099987041</id><published>2004-04-18T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:49:39.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nitin Sawhney ao vivo no Coliseu do Porto  , 16/04/2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thelowry.com/images/theatre/images/nitin_worldport.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volta ao mundo em 1 hora e 30 minutos ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta á noite, entrada do coliseu do Porto, ambiente composto, algumas pessoas em conversas passageiras todas reunidas por um mesmo motivo, o concerto de Nitin Sawhney, músico anglo-indiano que já conhecera Portugal  proporcionaria uma jornada em volta do mundo de todas as culturas e nações, fundando verdadeiramente assim o conceito de &lt;strong&gt;world music&lt;/strong&gt;. Em dias como estes, lembramo-nos de todo o furor e ansiedade que o mítico coliseu do porto proporciona em  ocasiões, como esta, lembremo-nos de uns Radiohead, ou de uns Sigur Rós. A assistência era cada vez maior, mas nunca chegou a atingir proporções desmesuradas,esteve longe disso, por outro lado encontramos um coliseu composto que satisfez as exigências acústicas de tal performance. São 22.00 e neste momento encontra-se já a assistência com alguma ansiedade, pessoas sentadas o mais próximas possíveis do palco no chão em conversas de café, por momentos é inevitável a comparação a intervalos de concerto num festival sudoeste. Os minutos sucedem-se e com eles a impaciência. &lt;br /&gt;As luzes apagam-se, a multidão levanta-se e concentra-se  de forma a obter um melhor ângulo de visão, e então um elemento da banda dirige-se ao microfone e anuncia a bandas. O concerto teria começado então com meia hora de atraso, algo invulgar num local desta envergadura. &lt;br /&gt;Nitin Sawhney algo tímido começaria o concerto com uma leve introdução acompanhada por um cantor que vociferava algo imperceptível num dialecto desconhecido, a multidão observa em extâse e segue o fluxo de tal leveza. Seguindo teriamos "sunset", tema extraído do último registo de originais &lt;em&gt;Prophesy&lt;/em&gt; que despertara mais alguma dinâmica rítmica e melódica, e que traria consigo o resto da banda para palco. De seguida tocariam uma solene "falling angel" que acalmaria de novo os ânimos. Nitin encontrava-se na ala esquerda do palco, sobre uma postura sóbria e quase estática atrás do seu orgão . Tímida? Austera? A questão reside, mas certo foi que Nitin só se dirigia á assistência para felicitar com o nome do instrumento ou voz concertina da música presente, no entanto , esse mutismo viria a ser quebrado em "the conference" , em que Nitin, o cantor que iniciara o concerto e o músico que estaria a cargo da percussão nas tablas emanaram uma discussão veloz que dialecto "tiriquetá" que deixaria a multidão com a respiração suspensa. As músicas passariam com os minutos, e com elas permaneciam connosco sensações sensoriais provenientes dos quatro cantos do mundo fundidos num só como um flamenco-indiano algo engraçado que suscitara dança das cantoras em palco. Tocariam ainda "homelands", "broken skin" , uma leve "breathing light" que pedia mais, "falling" entre outras. Certo foi que cedo apareceria o primeiro encore, e com ele alguma surpresa por parte da assistência que não tardou em bravar por um segundo quer viria aparecer sobre a maior admiração por parte da mesma, "homelands" surgiria outra vez como desfecho do concerto sobre o maior espanto de todos. O concerto terminaria então sobre a leve voz de uma sensual Tina Grace que vociferava fragilmente pequenas frases num brasileiro crú. O concerto terminara, mas sentimentos de insatisfação e de desilusão emanavam de algumas pessoas, certo foi que a razão de qualidade de concerto &lt;em&gt;versus&lt;/em&gt; gastos monetários estaria em situação algo crítica. Ficara então o resultado. Teria a volta ao mundo da sonoridade de Nitin sido completa? Sim, mas com muitos desvios dos locais mais belos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108232218099987041?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108232218099987041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108232218099987041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232218099987041' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108223326084039508</id><published>2004-04-17T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T21:26:54.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Enigma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uoregon.edu/~jdjorgen/arch510/assign02/images/sepia-fence.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando só formos a palavra abstracta&lt;br /&gt;nem já nome de corpo&lt;br /&gt;- incapaz de servir-se da linguagem&lt;br /&gt;quem a retirará das águas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastão Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alla Pollaca&lt;/strong&gt;  - Why not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Califone&lt;/strong&gt; - Decelaration two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lenine&lt;/strong&gt; - Na pressão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108223326084039508?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108223326084039508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108223326084039508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108223326084039508' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108204275370714796</id><published>2004-04-15T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:29:51.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/db_joao1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria João e Mário Laginha&lt;/strong&gt; - Undercovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Air&lt;/strong&gt; - Moon Safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dEUS&lt;/strong&gt; - The Ideal Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotan Project&lt;/strong&gt; - La Revancha Del Tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momento num café&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos lindas que vi deixam-me absorto:&lt;br /&gt;compridos dedos, polegares de espátula,&lt;br /&gt;um dedilhar de flores em jardins ociosos,&lt;br /&gt;só comparável a conversa amena&lt;br /&gt;de duas mulheres simples debruçadas&lt;br /&gt;sobre o tampo liso de uma mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/P5140087.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Riqueza da vida reside nisto:&lt;br /&gt;um leve toque no ombro do próximo...&lt;br /&gt;uma cortina de chuva vedando a verdade&lt;br /&gt;olhos indiferentes, indiscretos...&lt;br /&gt;e um ar de encanto, um fácil soluço &lt;br /&gt;ouvindo longe, como que em segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruy Cinatti&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108204275370714796?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108204275370714796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108204275370714796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204275370714796' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108194586784232077</id><published>2004-04-14T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:35:20.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Noite Desce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://literature.sdsu.edu/andyHART_trafalgar_sepia.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   A noite desce, o calor soçobra um pouco, &lt;br /&gt;                   Estou lúcido como se nunca tivesse pensado &lt;br /&gt;                   E tivesse raiz, ligação direta com a terra &lt;br /&gt;                   Não esta espécie de ligação de sentido secundário observado à noite. &lt;br /&gt;                   À noite quando me separo das cousas, &lt;br /&gt;                   E m'aproximo das estrelas ou constelações distantes — &lt;br /&gt;                   Erro: porque o distante não é o próximo, &lt;br /&gt;                   E aproximá-lo é enganar-me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108194586784232077?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108194586784232077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108194586784232077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194586784232077' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108194183447332144</id><published>2004-04-14T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:27:50.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.ocn.ne.jp/~herring/jazz/brad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brad Mehldau&lt;/strong&gt; - Largo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Buckley &lt;/strong&gt;- Mistery White Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher O'Riley&lt;/strong&gt; - True love Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Björk&lt;/strong&gt; - Post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108194183447332144?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108194183447332144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108194183447332144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194183447332144' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108185382872828918</id><published>2004-04-13T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:01:03.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/8478_lrg.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Motion Picture Soundtrack &lt;br /&gt;2.  You And Whose Army? &lt;br /&gt;3.  My Iron Long &lt;br /&gt;4.  (Nice Dream) &lt;br /&gt;5.  Permanent Daylight &lt;br /&gt;6.  The National Anthem   &lt;br /&gt;7.  Idioteque &lt;br /&gt;8.  Street Spirit (Fade Out) &lt;br /&gt;9.  Just &lt;br /&gt;10.  Morning Bell/Amnesiac &lt;br /&gt;11.  Palo Alto   &lt;br /&gt;12.  There There &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/strong&gt; - Sketches for my sweetheart , the drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joni Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt; - court and spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The String Quartet tribute to Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt; - enigmatic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108185382872828918?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108185382872828918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108185382872828918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108185382872828918' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108179733910988936</id><published>2004-04-12T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:29:35.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alwaysontherun.net/jeffp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantor norte-americano, de nome completo Jeffrey Scott Buckley, nascido a 17 de Novembro de 1966, na Califórnia, e falecido a 29 de Maio de 1997. Filho do letrista de culto Tim Buckley, enfrentou uma expectativa enorme em seu redor. Buckley começou a dar os seus primeiros acordes no liceu, mudou-se para Los Angeles para estudar música onde viria a ter conhecimentos de canto gregoriano e lirismo, e a sua carreira propriamente dita começou por trabalhar com bandas Jazz e Funk locais. O seu primeiro álbum &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;, iria surgir em 1994 que viria a ser muito bem aclamado pela crítica contemporânea. Após 3 anos e sucessivas tournés pelos país viria a lançar o seu segundo trabalho de originais intitulado de &lt;em&gt;My Sweetheart, the Drunk&lt;/em&gt;. O trágico dia da sua morte teve lugar a 29 de Maio de 1997 à chegada a Mud Island Harbour onde Buckley decidiu nadar no rio Mississipi. Fim prematura para um ser tão talentoso e que muito ficou por oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/strong&gt; - Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do nada surge um eco distante, um som agudo mas doce, um gemido longo e vibrante faz-nos levitar, e então começou a jornada balançante e melódica. Acordado ao som de &lt;em&gt;Mojo pin&lt;/em&gt; retirado do tão aclamado álbum &lt;strong&gt; Grace &lt;/strong&gt;, desse grande senhor do rock vs lirismo que foi Jeff Buckley. Intocável para uns , depressivo para outros, é certo que a qualidade é inegável posta a olhos vistos, que guitarras melodiosas e que falsetes vocais são recursos desnecessários para quem tão bem domina as cordas da Natureza do Homem. Sempre a temática amorosa/depressiva, este disco apresenta-nos temas como &lt;em&gt;Lilac wine&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Lover you should have come over&lt;/em&gt; que nos fazem vibrar e quebrar emocionalmente e pensar num suposto sentimento sufragista por parte do cantor, contudo, Grace é uma caixa de surpresas visto que nos proporciona mais que simples entoações amorosas, apresentando em músicas como &lt;em&gt;grace&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;eternal life&lt;/em&gt; pesados breaks&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que nos fazem mexer inevitavelmente e explodir ao som das mesmas. De facto , se Jeff Buckley quando redigiu  Grace , tinha como por objectivo atingir expoente opostos do Folk-Rock,fazendo alternâncias vocais e técnicas , de facto pode-se dizer desafogadamente que está livre de dúvidas. Mas, poderá dizer-se então que &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;é um dogma para o Universo musical? A resposta é claramente SIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108179733910988936?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108179733910988936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108179733910988936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179733910988936' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108171976472645858</id><published>2004-04-11T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:00:50.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/kamarowski01.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maceo Parker &lt;/strong&gt;- Funkoverload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/strong&gt; - Live at L' Olympia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herbie Hancock&lt;/strong&gt; - Maiden Voyage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mono&lt;/strong&gt; - Formica Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108171976472645858?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108171976472645858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108171976472645858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171976472645858' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108163700073283432</id><published>2004-04-10T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T23:47:46.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Respiros criptográficos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O INSECTO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas ancas aos teus pés &lt;br /&gt;quero fazer uma longa viagem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais pequeno que um insecto. &lt;br /&gt;Percorro estas colinas, &lt;br /&gt;são da cor da aveia, &lt;br /&gt;têm trilhos estreitos &lt;br /&gt;que só eu conheço, &lt;br /&gt;centimetros queimados, &lt;br /&gt;pálidas perspectivas. &lt;br /&gt;Há aqui um monte. &lt;br /&gt;Nunca dele sairei. &lt;br /&gt;Oh que musgo gigante! &lt;br /&gt;E uma cratera, uma rosa &lt;br /&gt;de fogo humedecido! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img46.photobucket.com/albums/v141/kamanu/lust.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas tuas pernas desço &lt;br /&gt;tecendo uma espiral &lt;br /&gt;ou adormecendo na viagem &lt;br /&gt;e alcanço os teus joelhos &lt;br /&gt;duma dureza redonda &lt;br /&gt;como os ásperos cumes &lt;br /&gt;dum claro continente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para teus pés resvalo &lt;br /&gt;para as oito aberturas &lt;br /&gt;dos teus dedos agudos, &lt;br /&gt;lentos, peninsulares, &lt;br /&gt;e deles para o vazio &lt;br /&gt;do lençol branco &lt;br /&gt;caio, procurando cego &lt;br /&gt;e faminto teu contorno &lt;br /&gt;de vaso escaldante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108163700073283432?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108163700073283432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108163700073283432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108163700073283432' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108125635580111965</id><published>2004-04-06T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:00:58.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonalidades Vespertinas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= http://home.tiscali.se/afghan/images/sneaker_pimps_002_jpg.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker Pimps, a banda de trip-hop composta por três elementos formada em 1995 na Inglaterra. Os Sneaker pimps sofrem influências de grandes nomes da música alternativa como &lt;em&gt;Massive Atack&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Portishead&lt;/em&gt;. A sua música assume um carácter altruista e possessivo, sendo inevitável a comparação a Lamb, visto que em certos momentos ao longo dos seus registos discográficos a voz de Kelli Dayton assume timbres algo infantis e embaladores. A sua música pode ser também definida como lullaby song type com fusão em eléctrica de ritmos drum ´n´ bass, com samples de que nos ficam gravados facilmente na mente.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming X será sem sombra de dúvida o seu mail aclamado registo de originais,com o famosíssimo tema "6 underground" que nos leva numa onda melodiosa de fusão baixo versus bateria e com a inofensiva voz de Kelli Dayton. Outros temas a destacar no mesmo álbum serão "low place like home" e "spin spin sugar". Sem sombra de dúvida é um álbum bastante recomendado para uma boa discoteca de temática alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker Pimps - becoming x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.    Low Place Like Home (Corner/Howe) - 4:37 &lt;br /&gt;   2.    Tesko Suicide (Howe) - 3:44 &lt;br /&gt;   3.    6 Underground (Howe) - 4:05 &lt;br /&gt;   4.    Becoming X - 4:14 &lt;br /&gt;   5.    Spin Spin Sugar (Howe) - 4:20 &lt;br /&gt;   6.    Post-Modern Sleaze (Howe) - 5:11 &lt;br /&gt;   7.    Waterbaby - 4:10 &lt;br /&gt;   8.    Roll On (Corner/Howe) - 4:27 &lt;br /&gt;   9.    Wasted Early Sunday Morning - 4:27 &lt;br /&gt;   10.    Walking Zero - 4:31 &lt;br /&gt;   11.    How Do - 5:01 &lt;br /&gt;   12.    6 Underground (Howe) - 3:53 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108125635580111965?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108125635580111965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108125635580111965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125635580111965' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6732419.post-108120301000465753</id><published>2004-04-05T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:01:13.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente o blog do kamanu, este blog que tanto tardou em aparecer, finalmente foi lançado, esperemos que a motivação não se desvaneça e que este mesmo blog prospere e permaneça.&lt;br /&gt;Passeando por este meio cibernético, frenético e até energético sigo os meus devaneios de sono/loucura e inquetude e deparo-me com a conclusão de que perdi tudo, pois é, foi tudo mesmo, os meus álbum foram todos ao ar,... agora resta-me "repescar" um aqui outro acolá mas impossível ter o que outrora eu tive,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRG que desassossego!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6732419-108120301000465753?l=estados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108120301000465753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6732419/posts/default/108120301000465753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estados.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120301000465753' title=''/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513441274350325164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
