<?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-8141616239676913315</id><updated>2012-02-03T13:10:12.581Z</updated><title type='text'>thedaysafter</title><subtitle type='html'>palavras ditas, não são palavras mal...ditas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-5960734800891887004</id><published>2010-03-15T17:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:10:55.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Novidades 2</title><content type='html'>Quanto à 1ª novidade, aguardam-se novidades...havendo já um(a) anónimo(a) com curiosidade (tou estupefacto por cá vir alguém espreitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à 2ª, já estreou no sábado 13, no Ameixial, serra algarvia, o novel AO LUAR TEATRO, com a sua produção original "Por Entre Valadas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próximo espectáculo a 28 de Março ás 21H, em Parragil, Loulé, no Centro Cultural e Social&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-5960734800891887004?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/5960734800891887004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=5960734800891887004' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5960734800891887004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5960734800891887004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2010/03/novidades-2.html' title='Novidades 2'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-3454808147710916221</id><published>2010-02-17T17:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:46:09.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Novidades 1</title><content type='html'>1ª novidade - já iniciei trabalho com crianças em Albufeira, na Associação Cultural e Desportiva Praia da Falésia - talvez seja levada à cena a história da autoria de uma blogger, se ela autorizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 2ª já é um facto, mas vamos aguardar mais algum tempo que ela vai divulgar-se por si própria.&lt;br /&gt;Teatro também, é claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-3454808147710916221?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/3454808147710916221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=3454808147710916221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3454808147710916221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3454808147710916221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2010/02/novidades-1.html' title='Novidades 1'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-8851888545354238634</id><published>2010-01-28T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:03:22.530Z</updated><title type='text'>NOVIDADES</title><content type='html'>Muito em breve irão surgir novidades teatrais, onde me insiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-8851888545354238634?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/8851888545354238634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=8851888545354238634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8851888545354238634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8851888545354238634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2010/01/novidades.html' title='NOVIDADES'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-7725962395352457844</id><published>2009-07-27T16:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:57:42.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"E VIVA A MÚSICA"</title><content type='html'>Seis anos depois, reactivamos o "E Viva a Música", grupo de música tradicional, fundado há mais de 20 anos, por ex-fundadores da conhecida "Brigada Vitor Jara", sendo o  Zé Maria o principal mentor e do qual fiz parte durante 12 anos, no Algarve.&lt;br /&gt;Após a paragem do Teatro, voltamos a aceitar o convite do Zé, eu e a Olga. Depois de desactivado nos últimos 6 anos, voltamos ao palco na Feira de Artesanato de Loulé, a 14 de Julho, com novo repertório e dois novos elementos. Tivemos bastante público e participativo em 1h30m de espectáculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos: Zé Maria - cordas (viola, braguesa, cavaquinho, bandolim e gaita de foles) e voz&lt;br /&gt;              Gonçalo - baixo, campaniça e gaita de foles&lt;br /&gt;              Nelson - acordeão&lt;br /&gt;              Olga e Cátia - vozes&lt;br /&gt;              Carlos - viola,  percussão e voz (refrões)&lt;br /&gt;              Luis - percussão&lt;br /&gt;              Zacarias - percussões (tradicionais) e voz (refrões)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos confirmação de novas actuações. "E VIVA A MÚSICA"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7725962395352457844?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/7725962395352457844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=7725962395352457844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7725962395352457844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7725962395352457844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-viva-musica.html' title='&quot;E VIVA A MÚSICA&quot;'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-8659462953157015194</id><published>2008-12-12T15:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:10:48.041Z</updated><title type='text'>As voltas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Há muito que cá não vinha. Para quê? Também ninguém cá vem! Mas avancei, afinal aqui quem escreve sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O Teatro parou em Agosto. Até quando? não sei? je ne sai pas? I don't know? (eh pá o gajo escreve estrangeiro- foi o que me veio à cabeça, nem sei porque me justifico, afinal escrevo o que me der na telha, ninguém vai ler e se vier que leia, tenho muito gosto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pois o Teatro parou após 4 anos com ligeiríssimas interrupções, quase sem férias e a família p'ra trás, embora também andasse junta ultimamente. E não faço ideia quando retomarei, embora de vez em quando vem o "bichinho" inquietar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Agora o tempo é pró puto. Chegou ao 5º ano e como os resultados parecem ser bons, é levá-lo ao judo, à natação, ás aulas de Instrumento, Conjunto e Formação do Conservatório de Música, que ainda por cima é longe (Lagoa e Portimão), aos Escuteiros e respectivos acampamentos, aos ensaios e concertos da Banda; agora meteu-se no corta-mato escolar, venceu e quer continuar. E depois o natal e os ensaios e os concertos das orquestras do conservatório, a OSA e a Osinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fosca-se, qu'isto de ter putos activos é o que dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mas um gajo fica satisfeito, embora cansado com'ó catano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Com um grande beijo à minha Querida Companheira que lado a lado vai comigo levando esta vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota - &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ainda bem que é ela a encarregada de educação, chiça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-8659462953157015194?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/8659462953157015194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=8659462953157015194' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8659462953157015194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8659462953157015194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-voltas-da-vida.html' title='As voltas da vida'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-6718618631908386161</id><published>2008-08-20T16:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:29:45.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do Curso "A Comédia Humana"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/SKxBpAZFIJI/AAAAAAAAADI/_S1OLhQQvps/s1600-h/Teatro+da+Estrada+CIATC+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236632639460679826" style="FLOAT: left; 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Arte Teatral Cómica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A Comédia Humana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Concluiu-se a 15/08 o 2º Curso Internacional de Arte Teatral Cómica, com uma Apresentação final dos alunos, no Largo da Igreja de Querença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram 15 dias fantásticos, em que se descobriu uma nova magia do Teatro, "A Comédia Humana", com a construção de máscaras e a criação de cada  personagem a partir dessas máscaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma organização do Teatro da Estrada com sucesso, com o valioso apoio da Câmara Municipal de Loulé e a excelente  colaboração da Junta da Freguesia e da Casa do Povo de Querença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um grande abraço ao Mestre Matteo Destro e aos quinze participantes neste evento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até sempre!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-9002386573280564002?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/9002386573280564002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=9002386573280564002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/9002386573280564002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/9002386573280564002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-curso-inter-arte-teatral-cmica.html' title='2º Curso Inter. 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O percurso propõe uma viagem ao reencontro dos "tipos" que encontramos à nossa volta, no quotidiano, através dos seus dramas e das suas urgências. Talvez encontraremos aquele que crê entender tudo ou aquele resignado em cada gesto de não entender. Aquele que sofre de solidão, até mesmo quando faz compras e aquele que, se não está produzindo, fica em pânico.&lt;br /&gt;A máscara com a sua capacidade de simplificar e de dar forma ao invisível, ajudará a ver a dinâmica profunda desta existência humana. Não é o herói que interessa ou o grande gesto de quem desafia de perto a morte, mas a humanidade de quem pensa como viver e como sair vivo, de quem procura andar para a frente apesar das suas próprias imperfeições.&lt;br /&gt;Neste fundo trágico que, pouco a pouco começaremos a sentir e a reconhecer, encontraremos a nutrição preciosa de uma "comicidade" desarmante.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta procura a commédia dell'arte é uma grande mestra e será a fonte de inspiração principal, seja pela técnica teatral, seja pelo espírito e energia do jogo em cena.&lt;br /&gt;Será dedicado um amplo espaço à prática do movimento, pois usar uma máscara exige do actor a procura no corpo de uma expressividade total. Quando existe uma máscara no corpo, deve-se encontrar uma sintonia dentro de si, tal como na expressividade proposta pela própria máscara. Se isto não acontece a contradição é imediatamente evidente.&lt;br /&gt;O uso da máscara exige uma noção de consciência de onde se está e do que se está a comunicar a todo o instante. Um constante contacto entre aquilo que se sente dentro com aquilo que se está exprimindo fora.&lt;br /&gt;A máscara teatral não esconde mas ajuda a revelar.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razão a construção de uma máscara por parte do aluno é uma passagem importante do percurso, porque através de uma técnica simples pode-se entrar em contacto com a forma e com o movimento básico da máscara, desde o primeiro momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os temas de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estudo activo do movimento físico&lt;br /&gt;- A respiração e a permanência do movimento&lt;br /&gt;- O estado de calma físico (a máscara neutra)&lt;br /&gt;- Dar forma ao corpo&lt;br /&gt;- Dar corpo à forma&lt;br /&gt;- Os movimentos da vida&lt;br /&gt;- Articulação do gesto e da atitude&lt;br /&gt;- O ponto físico no espaço vazio&lt;br /&gt;- A mimo-dinâmica dos elementos e dos animais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construção de uma meia máscara expressiva&lt;br /&gt;- Cada participante construirá a própria máscara em pasta de papel&lt;br /&gt;- A técnica usada será a mais simples, deverão modelar a forma com argila e pôr a pasta de papel directamente no positivo da argila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Técnica do jogo da máscara&lt;br /&gt;O corpo e o jogo da própria máscara&lt;br /&gt;O jogo na situação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumentos de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exercícios e jogos para desenvolver a consciência física&lt;br /&gt;- Análise do movimento&lt;br /&gt;- Improvisação&lt;br /&gt;- Criação de cenas teatrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O percurso prevê sessenta horas de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matteo Destro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muitos anos de trabalho social como pedagogo, decide continuar a própria pesquisa sobre o humano, entregando-se definitivamente à própria vocação pelo Teatro. Laureado em pedagogia e depois de ter seguido de formação sobre "clown" com Giovanni Fusetti, diploma-se na Escola Internacional de Teatro de Jacques Lecoq, em Paris. Segue estudando Análise do Movimento com Norman Taylor e criação de máscaras com Donato Sartori. Trabalhou em diversas companhias teatrais italianas, francesas e espanholas, como actor, criador e encenador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Célia Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corso Internazionale di Arte Teatrale Comica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LA COMMEDIA UMANA&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condotto da Matteo Destro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La commedia umana è uno stile teatrale che, attraverso l'uso della maschera, racconta l'uomo d'oggi. Il percorso propone un viaggio alla ricerca dei "tipi" che incontriamo attorno a noi nel quotidiano, attraverso i loro drammi e le loro urgenze. Forse incontreremo quello che crede di aver capito tutto o quello rassegnato in ogni suo gesto a non capire; quello che soffre di solitudine anche quando fa la spesa o quello che, se non sta producendo, va nel panico.&lt;br /&gt;La maschera con la sua capacità di semplificare e di dare forma all'invisibile ci aiuterà a vedere le dinamiche profonde di queste esistenze umane. Non è l'eroe che interessa o le grandi gesta di chi sfida a viso aperto la morte, ma l'umanità di chi pensa a come vivere e a come uscirne vivo, di chi cerca di andare avanti malgrado le proprie imperfezioni.&lt;br /&gt;In questo fondo tragico, che poco a poco cominceremo a sentire e riconoscere, troveremo il nutrimento prezioso di una comicità disarmante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questa ricerca la Commedia dell'Arte è una grande maestra è sarà la fonte di ispirazione principale sia per la tecnica teatrale che per lo spirito e l'energia del gioco in scena.&lt;br /&gt;Alla pratica del movimento verrà dedicato ampio spazio poiché il portare una maschera richiede all'attore di cercare nel corpo una espressività totale. Quando si ha una maschera sul volto, si deve cercare una sintonia tra se e le proposte espressive della maschera stessa. Se questo non succede, la contraddizione è subito evidente..&lt;br /&gt;L'uso della maschera richiede una presa di coscienza del dove si è, e di cosa si sta comunicando in ogni istante. Un costante contatto tra quello che si sente dentro con quello che si sta esprimendo fuori.&lt;br /&gt;La maschera teatrale non ci nasconde ma ci aiuta a rivelare.&lt;br /&gt;Per questa ragione la costruzione di una maschera da parte dell'allievo è un passaggio importante del percorso poiché attraverso una tecnica semplice si può entrare in contatto fin dal suo nascere con la forma e con il movimento di fondo della maschera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I temi di lavoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio attivo del movimento corporeo&lt;br /&gt;- Il respiro e le permanenze nel movimento&lt;br /&gt;- Lo stato di calma corporea (la maschera neutra)&lt;br /&gt;- dare forma al corpo&lt;br /&gt;- dare corpo alla forma&lt;br /&gt;- I movimenti della vita&lt;br /&gt;- Articolazione del gesto e delle attitudini.&lt;br /&gt;- Il punto fisso nello spazio vuoto&lt;br /&gt;- La mimo-dinamica degli elementi e degli animali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costruzione di una mezza-maschera espressiva&lt;br /&gt;Ogni partecipante costruirà la propria maschera in cartapesta.&lt;br /&gt;La tecnica usata sarà la più semplice, ovvero modellare la forma con l'argilla e mettere la cartapesta direttamente in positivo nell'argilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecnica del "Jeu masqué" il gioco della maschera&lt;br /&gt;Il corpo e il gioco della propria maschera&lt;br /&gt;Il gioco in situazione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strumenti di lavoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esercizi e giochi per sviluppare la coscienza corporea&lt;br /&gt;Analisi del movimento&lt;br /&gt;Improvvisazione&lt;br /&gt;Creazione di scene teatrali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il percorso prevede 60 ore di lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matteo Destro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dopo molti anni di lavoro nel sociale come pedagogista, decide di continuare la propria ricerca sull'umano abbandonandosi definitivamente alla propria vocazione per il teatro. Laureato in Pedagogia e dopo aver seguito un percorso di formazione sul clown con Giovanni Fusetti si diploma all'École Internationale de Théâtre Jacques Lecoq di Parigi. Segue studiando analisi del movimento con Norman Taylor e creazione di maschere con Donato Sartori.&lt;br /&gt;Ha lavorato per diverse compagnie teatrali italiane, francesi e spagnole come attore, creatore e regista. Tra queste: lo Sgamberetto, Compagnie du Souffleurs, Teatro Punto de Madrid, Los Mimosos, Sicuteria in Prinsipio, Chiendent-Théâtre. Collabora dal 2001 con Kiklos Teatro- Scuola Internazionale di Creazione Teatrale. Nel 2004 è co-fondatore di LARVEN-Ricerca e Creazione Teatrale. Attualmente lavora come regista, attore, consulente di movimento, formatore teatrale e creatore di maschere per diverse associazioni, gruppi e compagnie in Italia e all'estero.&lt;br /&gt;A Padova, nella città dove vive, sta conducendo una ricerca sull'"Ingenuità e la Maschera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matteo Destro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd International Course of Comic Theatrical Art &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Human Comedy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Directed by: Matteo Destro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Comedy is a theatre genre that uses masks to tell a history of today's man. The route taken proposes a journey in search of the "types" we find around us in our daily lives, through their dramas and their urgencies. Perhaps we will find someone who believes he has understood everything, or someone who's every gesture demonstrates a resignation not to understand; someone who suffers from loneliness even when he is shopping or someone who panics if he is not being productive.&lt;br /&gt;The capacity of a mask to simplify and give form to the invisible will help us see the profound dynamics of human existence. It is not the hero who matters or the grand gestures of those defying death, but the humanity of those who think about how to live and how to stay alive, of those who seek to progress despite their own imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;Against this tragic background, which, little by little, we begin to feel and to recognise, we will find the precious fuel necessary for a disarming comicality.&lt;br /&gt;Commedia dell'arte is the grand master in this research and will be the main source of inspiration, both for its theatrical technique and for its on-stage spirit and energy.&lt;br /&gt;Ample space will be dedicated to the practice of movement since the use of a mask requires the actor to seek total expressivity in his body. When a mask is worn, one must seek harmony within oneself as well as the expressiveness suggested by the mask itself. When this does not happen, the contradiction is immediately evident.&lt;br /&gt;The use of the mask requires the wearer to be fully aware of where he is and what he is communicating at all times. His inner feelings must always be in contact with what he expresses externally.&lt;br /&gt;The theatrical mask does not hide; it helps reveal.&lt;br /&gt;This is why the construction of a mask by the pupil is an important part of the route to be taken because, by means of a simple technique, one can get into contact with the form and basic movement of the mask right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active study of physical movement&lt;br /&gt;- Breathing and the permanence of movement&lt;br /&gt;- The state of physical calmness (the neutral mask)&lt;br /&gt;- Giving the body form&lt;br /&gt;- Giving the form body&lt;br /&gt;- The movements of life&lt;br /&gt;- Articulation between the gesture and the attitude&lt;br /&gt;- The physical point in empty space&lt;br /&gt;- The dynamic-mime of the elements and animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction of an expressive half-mask&lt;br /&gt;- Each student will construct his own mask using papier mâché&lt;br /&gt;- The technique used will be the simplest one; students should make a clay mould and place the papier mâché directly on the mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask Theatre Techniques&lt;br /&gt;Techniques for adapting body language and expressivity to the requirements of the actual mask&lt;br /&gt;Practical application of the skills acquired in different situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exercises and games to develop physical awareness&lt;br /&gt;- Analysis of movement&lt;br /&gt;- Improvisation&lt;br /&gt;- Creation of theatrical sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Duration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matteo Destro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years working in society as a teacher, Matteo Destro took the decision to continue his own research on human beings and gave himself over completely to his vocation for the theatre. Having won awards for teaching and taken a training course in "clown" theatre with Giovanni Fusetti, he obtained a diploma from the Jacques Lecoq International Theatre School in Paris. He continued his studies with courses in movement analysis under Norman Taylor and mask creation with Donato Sartori. He has worked for a number of Italian, French and Spanish theatre companies as an actor, creator and director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Fiona Gonçalves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-692168874127416730?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/692168874127416730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=692168874127416730' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/692168874127416730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/692168874127416730'/><link 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9º Festival de Teatro de Alte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6, 7 e 8 de Junho de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta feira, 06/06/08&lt;br /&gt;10,30 h - &lt;strong&gt;Oficina de Máscaras "Zarapelhos",&lt;/strong&gt; para crianças, com &lt;strong&gt;Delphim Miranda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;15,00 h - &lt;strong&gt;"Queres que te conte outra vez?"&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;Delphim Miranda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa do Povo de Alte&lt;br /&gt;21,30 h - &lt;strong&gt;Sons da Nossa Música&lt;/strong&gt;, com &lt;strong&gt;Zé Maria, Gonçalo e Olga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, 07/06/08&lt;br /&gt;10,00 h – Oficina &lt;strong&gt;"Jogo Teatral I"&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;Pablo Fernando&lt;/strong&gt; da &lt;strong&gt;Companhia EvoéTeatro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;14,30 h - Oficina de &lt;strong&gt;Máscaras "Zarapelhos",&lt;/strong&gt; para animadores, com &lt;strong&gt;Delphim Miranda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;17,00 h - &lt;strong&gt;"De Lisboa a Calecut",&lt;/strong&gt; pela companhia &lt;strong&gt;Vicenteatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Casa do Povo de Alte&lt;br /&gt;18,30 h - Demonstrações e oficinas pelos &lt;strong&gt;Escoteiros do Grupo 77- Faro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Junto à Casa do Povo&lt;br /&gt;22,30 h - Fogo de Conselho pelos &lt;strong&gt;Escoteiros do Grupo 77&lt;/strong&gt;– tema Teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, 08/06/08&lt;br /&gt;10,00 h – Oficina &lt;strong&gt;"Jogo Teatral II"&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;Pablo Fernando&lt;/strong&gt; da Companhia &lt;strong&gt;EvoéTeatro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;11,00 h - Visita ao Lar&lt;br /&gt;14,30 h – Apresentação de &lt;strong&gt;Músicos Locais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;16,00 h - &lt;strong&gt;"€uro Festival da Cançanita Louletana",&lt;/strong&gt; pelo &lt;strong&gt;Teatro Análise de Loulé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa do Povo de Alte&lt;br /&gt;18,00 h - &lt;strong&gt;Animação de rua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19,00 h - &lt;strong&gt;"O 1º Milagre do Menino Jesus",&lt;/strong&gt; de Dario Fo, pela Companhia &lt;strong&gt;EvoéTeatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Teatro da Estrada (Horta das Artes)&lt;br /&gt;21,30 h - &lt;strong&gt;"A Escola de Mulheres"&lt;/strong&gt; de Moliére, pela companhia &lt;strong&gt;Teatro ao Largo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colaboração dos Escoteiros Grupo 77, de Faro (AEP)&lt;br /&gt;Apoios: &lt;strong&gt;Câmara Municipal de Loulé - Junta de Freguesia de Alte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contactos /Informações:&lt;br /&gt;Teatro da Estrada&lt;br /&gt;Rua Nova do Ribeiro, nº4&lt;br /&gt;8100-012 Alte&lt;br /&gt;Tlf: 289478263 / 914463764 &lt;a href="mailto:teatrodaestrada@gmail.com"&gt;teatrodaestrada@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7461959208854339089?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/7461959208854339089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=7461959208854339089' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7461959208854339089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7461959208854339089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-festival-de-teatro-de-alte.html' title='9º FESTIVAL DE TEATRO DE ALTE'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-4750783608958037147</id><published>2008-04-08T09:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:11:24.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um espectáculo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syPrn91qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dCvDhU-M0wU/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186794640837039778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syPrn91qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dCvDhU-M0wU/s200/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+022.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syQLn91sI/AAAAAAAAACg/kr9wpZEgcSk/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186794649426974402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syQLn91sI/AAAAAAAAACg/kr9wpZEgcSk/s200/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+025.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syQLn91rI/AAAAAAAAACY/_-2JPS5BW3U/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186794649426974386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syQLn91rI/AAAAAAAAACY/_-2JPS5BW3U/s200/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_sxuLn91nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qPTAgXKEchs/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_sxurn91oI/AAAAAAAAACA/TFi-0KDU7nw/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_sxvLn91pI/AAAAAAAAACI/j7oTk_2Kli4/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_swjbn91mI/AAAAAAAAABw/1_M7Zw8oSr0/s1600-h/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um Espectáculo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Público riu, divertiu-se e todos ficaram de sorriso no rosto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O próximo será a &lt;strong&gt;30 de Abril,&lt;/strong&gt; na Semana Cultural de Alte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-4750783608958037147?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/4750783608958037147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=4750783608958037147' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/4750783608958037147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/4750783608958037147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/04/mais-um-espectculo.html' title='Mais um espectáculo!'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R_syPrn91qI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dCvDhU-M0wU/s72-c/Teatro+Vale+Judeu+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-1160708390842815156</id><published>2008-03-28T12:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:40:47.311Z</updated><title type='text'>O que é que eu vou fazer da minha vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjuLn91iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5_TRnUaqE8s/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182767653730506274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjuLn91iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5_TRnUaqE8s/s200/teatro+da+estrada+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SEXTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjubn91jI/AAAAAAAAABY/r6eU7Gp58Io/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182767658025473586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjubn91jI/AAAAAAAAABY/r6eU7Gp58Io/s200/teatro+da+estrada+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4 de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjurn91kI/AAAAAAAAABg/IPDL8yIOZks/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182767662320440898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjurn91kI/AAAAAAAAABg/IPDL8yIOZks/s200/teatro+da+estrada+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;21,30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zju7n91lI/AAAAAAAAABo/zeGAgb06cII/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182767666615408210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zju7n91lI/AAAAAAAAABo/zeGAgb06cII/s200/teatro+da+estrada+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Associação Recreativa de Vale Judeu - Loulé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-1160708390842815156?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/1160708390842815156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=1160708390842815156' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/1160708390842815156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/1160708390842815156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-que-eu-vou-fazer-da-minha-vida_28.html' title='O que é que eu vou fazer da minha vida?'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R-zjuLn91iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5_TRnUaqE8s/s72-c/teatro+da+estrada+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-6871575285143670098</id><published>2008-03-09T11:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:04:38.954Z</updated><title type='text'>"O que é que eu vou fazer da minha vida?"</title><content type='html'>8 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;Associação "Os Barões", Nave do Barão, Salir, Loulé.&lt;br /&gt;Estreia inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;O público aderiu desde o início, num conjunto de gargalhadas sentidas que catapultaram os actores para uma representação que não vão nunca esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;A comunidade do interior algarvio recebeu de forma contagiante a sua companhia de Teatro, que se tem esforçado por lhes trazer um pouco da cultura a que têm direito.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o esforço de quase 2 meses, cerca de 100 horas de trabalho árduo, tiveram o seu apogeu nesta noite de gargalhadas soltas, durante todo o espectáculo, e sorrisos estampados nos rostos no final do espectáculo.&lt;br /&gt;No fim, nos bastidores, o suor escorrendo pelas faces dos actores, misturou-se com as lágrimas de felicidade da encenadora e sorrisos escancarados de todos os que contribuiram para este espectáculo inesquecível, do Teatro da Estrada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim o Teatro !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-6871575285143670098?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/6871575285143670098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=6871575285143670098' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6871575285143670098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6871575285143670098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-que-eu-vou-fazer-da-minha-vida.html' title='&quot;O que é que eu vou fazer da minha vida?&quot;'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-5705910166917990325</id><published>2008-03-05T15:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:56:42.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Teatro da Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R87BgzWNX9I/AAAAAAAAABI/MoCjVh52laI/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174285791178612690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R87BgzWNX9I/AAAAAAAAABI/MoCjVh52laI/s200/teatro+da+estrada+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R87A3TWNX7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iSZhexU8g28/s1600-h/teatro+da+estrada+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEATRO DA ESTRADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O QUE É QUE EU VOU FAZER DA MINHA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;VIDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 de Março - Nave do Barão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 de Março - Cine Teatro Louletano&lt;br /&gt;4 de Abril - Vale Judeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;III Mostra de Teatro CENÁRIOS - C-M- Loulé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-5705910166917990325?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/5705910166917990325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=5705910166917990325' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5705910166917990325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5705910166917990325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/03/teatro-da-estrada.html' title='Teatro da Estrada'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/R87BgzWNX9I/AAAAAAAAABI/MoCjVh52laI/s72-c/teatro+da+estrada+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-9038234743206521736</id><published>2008-01-08T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:28:56.684Z</updated><title type='text'>A Morte e a Donzela (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sábado, 12 de Janeiro de 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21,30 no Cine Teatro Louletano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-9038234743206521736?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/9038234743206521736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=9038234743206521736' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/9038234743206521736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/9038234743206521736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2008/01/morte-e-donzela-ii.html' title='A Morte e a Donzela (III)'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-4881133206098038415</id><published>2007-12-31T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:16:13.415Z</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Como me diz frequentemente uma amiga, 2007 foi o ano do merecimento e 2008 irá ser o ano do Início!&lt;br /&gt;O início dos nossos projectos, dos nossos sonhos, das nossas vontades, da felicidade, do amor, da amizade!&lt;br /&gt;O início de tudo o que é bom e queremos na nossa vida e na vida dos que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Belo e Feliz 2008 para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-4881133206098038415?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/4881133206098038415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=4881133206098038415' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/4881133206098038415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/4881133206098038415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-987108403701735316</id><published>2007-11-27T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:10:12.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Parar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chegou a altura de parar e reflectir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já  tinha decidido há algum tempo atrás que seria agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Descansar, pensar, avaliar projectos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Depois decidir. Depois. Agora relaxar, dar atenção ao filhote, que não teve muita nos ultimos meses, namorar mais e apoiar os projectos dos meus dois amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Depois, eu, talvez lá para janeiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Já não falta muito!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-987108403701735316?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/987108403701735316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=987108403701735316' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/987108403701735316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/987108403701735316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/11/parar.html' title='Parar'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-6271538550748102474</id><published>2007-11-18T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:50:40.055Z</updated><title type='text'>A Morte e a Donzela II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já foi! Houve montes de merda e pernas partidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claro que pode ser melhor e o próximo será concerteza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi pena o futebol interferir na audiencia. Por outro lado, somos desconhecidos no local e o trabalho de divulgação falhou !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No próximo "jogamos em casa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De qualquer forma todos os intervenientes estão de parabéns, o público gostou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E deu-nos muito gozo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Um aplauso particular merecem a Olga e o Sérgio, responsáveis pela mudança de adereços, que ás "cegas" foram notáveis no seu trabalho: o público não deu por eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado também ao Luís e ao Filipe, do som e luz  e à contra-regra Mitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Ricardo", o teu cenário é fabuloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aos directores, John e Barbara, um agradecimento especial por apostarem em nós; agora é connosco, actores, aperfeiçoar o vosso trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A todos os outros que colaboraram: Obrigado!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-6271538550748102474?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/6271538550748102474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=6271538550748102474' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6271538550748102474'/><link rel='self' 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10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/RzmuvslRW_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lT3ox6y30Ag/s320/teatro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cresce o nervoso "miudinho" mas mantém-se a tranquilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Amanhã é o Ensaio Geral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sábado 17 Estreia no Auditório Municipal de Lagoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Confirmado 12 de Janeiro 2008 no Cine Teatro Louletano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Outras datas se seguirão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-6984524935716640636?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/6984524935716640636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=6984524935716640636' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6984524935716640636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6984524935716640636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/11/morte-e-donzela.html' title='A Morte e a Donzela'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5jgZn8jThk/RzmuvslRW_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lT3ox6y30Ag/s72-c/teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-5764524661356324389</id><published>2007-11-12T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:00:50.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fogos fátuos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fantasias em papel bonito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como o vento, as desnudam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como a água, as desbotam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como o fogo, as destroem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como a terra, as engolem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As escolhas somos nós que as fazemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-5764524661356324389?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/5764524661356324389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=5764524661356324389' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5764524661356324389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5764524661356324389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/11/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-2587722856695202976</id><published>2007-11-02T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:56:17.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O sonho, a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Um sonho de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Viver o sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Querer o sonho na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Viver a vida como um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho que se projecta na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida que não é um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida que vivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho que tivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho que vivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida que sonhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida que queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho que perseguimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A vida que nos persegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho que alcançamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uma vida para alcançar o sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O sonho na vida, sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-2587722856695202976?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/2587722856695202976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=2587722856695202976' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/2587722856695202976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/2587722856695202976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/11/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-7495564550803331177</id><published>2007-10-23T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:13:22.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No rumo da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;há vários caminhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e escolhas várias, floridas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tortuosas, brilhantes, cinzentas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na mudança de trilho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tropeço no meu querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e encontro o teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mistura de ambos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a química reposta com vontade de continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço-te e ao tempo que fizemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não quero perder o sabor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dos nossos beijos multiplicados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero que os nossos sonhos se desdobrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e alentem os outros que apoiamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem quebrar o nosso trilho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a alegria das nossas forças conjugadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7495564550803331177?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-210284741440825978</id><published>2007-10-02T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:26:22.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei de uma flor (de um polén maravilhoso) -1980</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sei de uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que merece ser cuidada com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;porque sinto no seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;um mar sufocado de ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as suas pétalas suaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;precisam ser tocadas com afecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e o seu rosto macio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de uma meiga chuva de carícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;uma abelha beijou-a com ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e trouxe consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;um polén maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dedico-te estas minhas palavras, a ti, por isso pedi que as lesses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-210284741440825978?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/210284741440825978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=210284741440825978' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/210284741440825978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/210284741440825978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/10/sei-de-uma-flor-de-um-poln-maravilhoso.html' title='Sei de uma flor (de um polén maravilhoso) -1980'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-3342816648894102942</id><published>2007-09-17T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:41:03.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos da Minha Vida de Ti - 1985</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como quaresmas antes da paixão de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;como quarentenas alegres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;por amor de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;corre num balançar oscilante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;é logo e agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;amanhã és tu que espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;acordar na madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;é estar contigo presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mesmo na ausencia de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(mesmo não sonhando dormindo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;é o mesmo que amar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e viver-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a minha vida de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-3342816648894102942?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/3342816648894102942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=3342816648894102942' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3342816648894102942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3342816648894102942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/09/sonhos-da-minha-vida-de-ti-1985.html' title='Sonhos da Minha Vida de Ti - 1985'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-7763159965496743374</id><published>2007-09-13T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:24:25.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi o medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Há muito perdi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de dizer tudo o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Há muito perdi o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de confiar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nas palavras e nos gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Poderá até ser ingenuidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mas é a minha forma de viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;é a expressão dos meus actos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e dos erros cometidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É a certeza de ser eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e não duvidar de mim próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nem dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;porque acredito em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Há muito perdi o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de me moldar áqueles que gostam de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sem deixar de ser eu próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;porque gosto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Há muito perdi o medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de ter certezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;porque tracei o meu rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e abracei todos os desvios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;corrigindo a rota do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sem duvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que voltaria a encontrar o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Há muito que perdi o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;porque nada é perene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nem mesmo o sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que nos dá a energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;para lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;por tudo o que acreditamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7763159965496743374?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/7763159965496743374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=7763159965496743374' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7763159965496743374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7763159965496743374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/09/perdi-o-medo.html' title='Perdi o medo'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-1503349129985460192</id><published>2007-09-03T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:47:52.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Há tantas estrelas lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;em toda a galáxia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mas só uma brilha intensamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e nos dá o calor da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;gostamos de olhar e admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que fazem as noites belas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mas só uma nos dá a luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que enche os nossos dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;descobrem-se novas galáxias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e novas estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e mesmo a lua que é bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e finge que é uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;não é mais que um reflexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;do brilho intenso do Sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as nuvens mais escuras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;só ocultam o seu esplendor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-1503349129985460192?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/1503349129985460192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=1503349129985460192' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/1503349129985460192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/1503349129985460192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/09/sol.html' title='SOL'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-7760051317893212537</id><published>2007-08-28T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:19:45.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Figura multiforme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;em pedaços&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;retratados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;rosto e voz de mitos, sonhos, quimeras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de verdades inquietas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e alegrias extasiantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Imitador de vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;passadas, presentes, futuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;poderoso e humilde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;facínora, profeta, louco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ladrão, bêbado, polícia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ditador, aventureiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;tímido e contestatário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;predador e presa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;guerreiro e pacifista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Atleta colorido, mensageiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;poeta do corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que partilha numa dádiva generosa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;criador das palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que sente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mesmo não sendo suas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mas ousa transformar com o seu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e os seus sentidos de mutante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7760051317893212537?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/7760051317893212537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=7760051317893212537' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7760051317893212537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7760051317893212537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/08/mutante.html' title='Mutante'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-3757572318626444644</id><published>2007-08-20T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:36:33.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Surpreendentemente a Sha desafiou-me a postar as minhas 7 Maravilhas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- a minha Companheira, que me atura há 22 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- o meu Filhote, que cresce com a sua música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- o Teatro, que é parte da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- os Amigos, que aumentam nos últimos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- a Música, que me alarga os horizontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- a Experiencia adquirida neste meio século de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- os livros, mesmo os que não li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E agora tenho que desafiar outros 7 bloguistas ao que parece; não é fácil escolher, mas aí vai :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Serenidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Tarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Mulheka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Diabba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Marta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;- Oficina do Riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;`Tá feito (p'ra 1ª vez, até que custou um 'cadinho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-3757572318626444644?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/3757572318626444644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=3757572318626444644' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3757572318626444644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/3757572318626444644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/08/7-maravilhas.html' title='7 Maravilhas'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-8709394102718206867</id><published>2007-08-17T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:33:11.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Momentos de palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;gestos e movimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;na máscara diária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sentimentos contidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;impressos no papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;tempo profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;parado nos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;corroídos, vendidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;actuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;revolta interior abafada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;vontade inibida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;verdade sentida, calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;consequencia racional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-8709394102718206867?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/8709394102718206867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=8709394102718206867' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8709394102718206867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8709394102718206867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/08/pronto.html' title='Pronto...'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-5984902801511304148</id><published>2007-08-11T09:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:46:42.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedia Dell'Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E pronto. Dez dias de férias se acabaram e com eles a realização final do meu sonho nunca sonhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dez dias de trabalho muito duro, mas de uma magia fantástica, que deixaram uma marca em todos os alunos do Curso Internacional de Comédia, realizado no Cine Teatro de Loulé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dez dias que culminaram com um espectáculo de Comedia dell'Arte, em que todos se empenharam a fundo e resultou numa excelente "performance" (diz quem viu, até o próprio mestre, Fabrizio Paladin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Meus amigos, no que me diz respeito, foi algo de sublime que nunca esperei fazer e sentir, neste meu meio século de existencia. A utilização da máscara do personagem (Pantaleone, o avarento) fez-me sentir uma libertação de mim, uma metamorfose,  uma visão criadora do personagem que me transformou num ser completamente independente, tomando conta do meu corpo, enquanto que eu estava dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E pronto. A vida vai voltar à normalidade (será?) e 2ª feira de volta ao emprego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bom fim de semana para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-5984902801511304148?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/5984902801511304148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=5984902801511304148' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5984902801511304148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/5984902801511304148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/08/comedia-dellarte.html' title='Comedia Dell&apos;Arte'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-7708217933947605013</id><published>2007-07-04T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:13:56.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Companheira, Amiga, Amante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nunca tive tanta certeza de algo, como naquela noite, depois de um beijo inesquecível, entre lágrimas, eu senti que eras tu quem iria partilhar grande parte da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Foi por nós que, algum tempo mais tarde, decidi que o Teatro tinha que esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Foi por nós que me envolvi contigo, na tua música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estou grato, porque ainda lutamos para aceitar as nossas diferenças, os nossos defeitos e partilhamos as nossas vitórias e alegrias; porque, com o nosso filhote, continuamos a tentar compreendermo-nos como família e como indivíduos, resolvendo da melhor forma os conflitos, acreditando e apoiando os nossos projectos, colectivos e individuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estou grato por ter sempre o teu apoio, a tua ajuda e compreensão, nos muitos momentos difíceis que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estou grato, porque o teu amor sempre se sobrepôs à dúvida, ao desânimo e injustiças e rejubilou com as nossas conquistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estou grato, porque, depois de mais de duas décadas, ainda continuamos solidários, companheiros, amigos, amantes!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sou grato e feliz porque nos amamos!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-7708217933947605013?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/7708217933947605013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=7708217933947605013' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7708217933947605013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/7708217933947605013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/07/companheira-amiga-amante.html' title='Companheira, Amiga, Amante'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-6554780225095381644</id><published>2007-07-02T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:31:07.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Obrigado Mãe, pelo seu sopro de vida, mesmo quando o cabrão do padre não deu qualquer esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado por ter suportado dez anos das minhas doenças, com o seu sofrimento e abnegação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado por, com o seu analfabetismo e ignorancia (mas com toda a sua experiencia), me incentivar ao estudo e conhecimento, mesmo com as limitações com que vivíamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado Mãe, por nunca deixar que a fome me atingisse, mesmo com ela à porta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado, pelas suas vergastadas e socas projectadas no ar, que foram responsáveis pela minha humildade e rebeldia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigado MÃE, pela Vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haveria tanto mais a dizer, mas bloqueei...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-6554780225095381644?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/6554780225095381644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=6554780225095381644' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6554780225095381644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/6554780225095381644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/07/me.html' title='MÃE'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141616239676913315.post-8962712805911021714</id><published>2007-06-25T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:48:25.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Energias coincidentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sábado de manhã, a minha querida companheira, comentou algo de excepcional (não sei se é a palavra apropriada), que nunca antes me havia passado pela cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O nosso Pedro veio viver connosco aos vinte e um meses de idade, mais ou menos dois anos e meio após termos iniciado o processo de adopção. Feitas as contas, dois anos e meio são trinta meses; vinte e um meses mais nove de gestação na progenitora, até nascer, também são trinta meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ou seja, quando iniciamos o processo de adopção, o Pedro foi gerado. Fiquei pasmado, mas os factos são coincidentes, mais semana menos semana, aí entram as fases da lua na influencia dos nascimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fabulosa coincidencia! Dá que pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Será que as energias do Universo se conjugaram e o nosso desejo de adoptar criou a aproximação de dois seres que geraram um novo ser vivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Será que o Criador omnipotente decidiu, na sua bondade dar uma criança a este casal, que de repente ficou sem a possibilidade de procriar, mas que não o fez nos doze anos anteriores, por opção, e que quando decidiram fazê-lo, um cancro no útero impediu-os?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Inclinar-me-ia para a primeira hipótese, mas que sei eu dos mistérios da criação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sei que tudo tem a ver com energias, ou melhor, acredito na explicação científica da origem do Universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mas donde surgiram essas energias? Como foram criadas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Acreditemos no que quisermos. Os factos provam-no!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8141616239676913315-8962712805911021714?l=thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/8962712805911021714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8141616239676913315&amp;postID=8962712805911021714' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8962712805911021714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8141616239676913315/posts/default/8962712805911021714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaysafterfifty.blogspot.com/2007/06/energias-coincidentes.html' title='Energias coincidentes'/><author><name>Lívio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165769939669382227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
