<?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-22617096</id><updated>2011-11-20T04:52:29.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de uma loira desmemoriada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22617096.post-116108943611494599</id><published>2006-10-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:37:33.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>São os caracois, são os caracolitos, são os espanhóis, são os espanholitos!</title><content type='html'>Quase metade dos espanhóis, 45,7%, quer a união entre Portugal e Espanha, com a maioria a defender que o novo país deve chamar-se Espanha, ter Madrid como capital e manter o regime monárquico, de acordo com uma sondagem.&lt;br /&gt;A sondagem, realizada pela Ipsos para a revista Tiempo refere que o apoio à união dos dois países é particularmente elevada entre os mais jovens, dos 18 aos 24 anos, com mais de metade (50,8%) a favorecerem essa opção.&lt;br /&gt;Entre os que favorecem a fusão, 43,4% dizem que o novo Estado deve chamar-se Espanha, contra 39,4% que favorecem a opção de «Ibéria», e apenas 3,3% favorece ver Lisboa como a capital do novo Estado, contra 80% que querem Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de metade dos eleitores defende que o novo estado deve manter-se com o regime monárquico, que vigora em Espanha, contra 30,2% que defendem que o «novo país» seja uma República.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;in Diário Digital / Lusa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-116108943611494599?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22617096.post-115892430197368973</id><published>2006-09-22T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:06:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E tu tens um segredo?</title><content type='html'>Ora aqui está um blog original &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115892430197368973?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115892430197368973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115892430197368973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115892430197368973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115892430197368973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-tu-tens-um-segredo.html' title='E tu tens um segredo?'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-115582221118036278</id><published>2006-08-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:29:53.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got cat?</title><content type='html'>Hoje que dormi em casa dos progenitores tive um agradável encontro com aquele amiguinho peludinho e narigudo ... o ALF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que série fantabulástica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só como curiosidade aqui ficam os nomes das músicas que servem de titulo aos episódios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A.L.F. (Alien Life Form)&lt;br /&gt;Strangers in the Night&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania 6-5000&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' the Faith&lt;br /&gt;For Your Eyes Only&lt;br /&gt;Help Me Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue&lt;br /&gt;Jump &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/newalf07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Can Drive My Car&lt;br /&gt;On the Road Again &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/alf_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/alf_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tannerbaum&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Child Reunion&lt;br /&gt;A Little Bit of Soap&lt;br /&gt;I've Got a New Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Try to Remember (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Try to Remember (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Border Song&lt;br /&gt;Wild Thing&lt;br /&gt;Going Out of My Head Over You&lt;br /&gt;Look Through Any Window&lt;br /&gt;It Isn't Easy... Bein' Green&lt;br /&gt;The Gambler&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;La Cuckaracha Come&lt;br /&gt;Fly With Me&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning Preview Special 1987 ALF Loves a Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1987&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working My Way Back to You&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Over the Rerun (aka: The Ballad of Gilligan's Island)&lt;br /&gt;Take a Look at Me Now&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Bell Blues&lt;br /&gt;Prime Time&lt;br /&gt;Some Enchanted Evening&lt;br /&gt;Old Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;Something's Wrong With Me &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/newalf07.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/newalf07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Train&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the Chief&lt;br /&gt;ALF's Special Christmas (1)&lt;br /&gt;ALF's Special Christmas (2)&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;br /&gt;Can I Get a Witness?&lt;br /&gt;We're So Sorry, Uncle Albert&lt;br /&gt;Someone To Watch Over Me (1)&lt;br /&gt;Someone To Watch Over Me (2)&lt;br /&gt;We Gotta Get Out of This Place&lt;br /&gt;You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog&lt;br /&gt;Hit Me With Your Best Shot&lt;br /&gt;Movin' Out&lt;br /&gt;I'm Your Puppet&lt;br /&gt;Tequila&lt;br /&gt;We Are Family&lt;br /&gt;Varsity Drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1988&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop in the Name of Love&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up Is Hard to Do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Tonight (1)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Tonight (2)&lt;br /&gt;Promises, Promises&lt;br /&gt;Turkey in the Straw (1)&lt;br /&gt;Turkey in the Straw (2)&lt;br /&gt;Changes&lt;br /&gt;My Back Pages &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/tanners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/tanners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone Again, Naturally&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe in Magic&lt;br /&gt;Hide Away&lt;br /&gt;Fight Back&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious Minds&lt;br /&gt;Baby Love&lt;br /&gt;Running Scared&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the Shadows of Love&lt;br /&gt;Superstition&lt;br /&gt;Torn Between Two Lovers&lt;br /&gt;Funeral For a Friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be Afraid of the Dark&lt;br /&gt;Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;Like an Old Time Movie&lt;br /&gt;Shake, Rattle &amp; Roll&lt;br /&gt;Having My Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby, Come Back&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Wanted: Dead or Alive&lt;br /&gt;We're in the Money&lt;br /&gt;Mind Games&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on a Feeling&lt;br /&gt;He Ain't Heavy, He's Willie's Brother&lt;br /&gt;The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face&lt;br /&gt;Live and Let Die&lt;br /&gt;Break Up to Make Up &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/alf_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/alf_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Together&lt;br /&gt;Fever&lt;br /&gt;It's My Party&lt;br /&gt;Make 'Em Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Love on the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;True Colors&lt;br /&gt;Gimmee That Old Time Religion&lt;br /&gt;Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 64&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sandman&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' Alive&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Like the Wolf&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta Be Me&lt;br /&gt;Consider Me Gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115582221118036278?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115582221118036278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115582221118036278' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115582221118036278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115582221118036278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-cat.html' title='Got cat?'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-115531593345618483</id><published>2006-08-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:46:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barriga cheia... ou não!</title><content type='html'>Seja por defeito educacional ou simplesmente por defeito genético , a verdade é que sempre fui apologista de uma boa refeição num bom restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;É certo que me faltam jeans Calvin Klein no meu armário mas o mesmo não se pode dizer relativamente à panóplia de restaurantes que já frequentei, uns melhores que outros, uns mais caros que outros e outros que nem se quer interessam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um link muito interessante para aqueles que como eu apreciam um bom almoço ou jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contra-prova.blogspot.com"&gt;http://contra-prova.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Concorde-se ou não com o que está escrito (pessoalmente não concordo com algumas coisas) mas a verdade é que cada vez mais é preciso dizer mal para comer bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115531593345618483?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115531593345618483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115531593345618483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115531593345618483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115531593345618483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/08/barriga-cheia-ou-no.html' title='Barriga cheia... ou não!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-115514734272370572</id><published>2006-08-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T04:24:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toca a Votar!</title><content type='html'>Ora ai está um boa ideia vinda de uma banda que aconchega os ouvidos de qualquer um:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.davematthewsband.com/songsurvey/SongSurvey.asp"&gt;http://web.davematthewsband.com/songsurvey/SongSurvey.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escolha não é fácil mas um greatest hits com 92 músicas até a mim me parece exagerado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115514734272370572?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115514734272370572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115514734272370572' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115514734272370572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115514734272370572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/08/toca-votar.html' title='Toca a Votar!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-115408575005626414</id><published>2006-07-28T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:29:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History will teach us nothing...</title><content type='html'>Após ler a "Noite" do prémio nobel da paz Elie Wiesel e tendo em conta a realidade que se vive no médio oriente, não posso deixar de achar o quão actual é esta música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Security in human systems we're told will always always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God is dead and an actor plays his part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without freedom from the past things can only get worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later just like the world first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later just like the world first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History will teach us nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History will teach us nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our written history is a catalogue of crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Convince an enemy, convince him that he's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A simple act of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reason over might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To blow up his children will only prove him right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History will teach us nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later the world first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later the world first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History will teach us nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;History will teach us nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know you human rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be what you come here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know your human rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be what you come here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know your human rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be what you come here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know your human rights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be what you come here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115408575005626414?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115408575005626414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115408575005626414' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115408575005626414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115408575005626414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/07/history-will-teach-us-nothing.html' title='History will teach us nothing...'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-115296039907610608</id><published>2006-07-15T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:15:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Para aqueles que tal como eu gostam de uma boa "popalhada" do Yorgos Panayiotou, aqui fica um souvenir de ' 86...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would lock you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I could not bear to hear you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screaming to be set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would chain you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'd thought you'd swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only one that mattered was me, me, me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would strap you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't worry baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I wouldn't hurt you 'less you wanted me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too late to stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't the heavens save me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daddy said the devil looks a lot like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that my soul's forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide you baby's eyes and we can...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last time might be forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the passion dies -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a matter of time before my heart is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for a home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like a maniac, at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like a doggie barking at your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come take me back to the place you stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe we can do it once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say I'm dangerous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't worry baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get excited at the things that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's a place for us in a dirty movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos no-one does it better than me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that my soul's forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide your baby's eyes and we can...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last time might be forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't tell me lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a matter of time before my heart is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for a home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't got no more worries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna spend some times with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving you takes such courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't you think that I know it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me that my soul's forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide your baby's eyes and we can...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me to the edge of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last time might be forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you tell me lies, because believe believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115296039907610608?l=sanpipa.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22617096.post-115227855576135002</id><published>2006-07-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:44:50.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu porto...</title><content type='html'>Mesmo sem razão aparente há sabores, cheiros, músicas, livros, filmes que nos dão uma sensação de conforto, tranquilidade e bem-estar.&lt;br /&gt;     É o caso do meu estimado Rui Veloso e o seu "Porto Côvo".&lt;br /&gt;    Confesso que sou fã incondicional da sua música e apesar do seu espólio fazerem parte músicas excepcionais como  é  o caso do "Saíu Para A Rua ", "Bairro do Oriente", "Nativa" ou o " No Dia em que o Meno Rock Morreu"; é em dias como este (que se trabalha 11 horas sem parar) que sabe realmente bem ouvir o "Porto Côvo",  é como que se de puff gigante se tratasse, daqueles em que nos refastelamos , olhamos o mundo azul à nossa frente e ouvimos um rouxinol na redondeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roendo uma laranja na falésia&lt;br /&gt;Olhando um mundo azul à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo um rouxinol na redondeza&lt;br /&gt;No calmo improviso do poente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo fogos trémulos nas tendas&lt;br /&gt;Ao largo as águas brilham como pratas&lt;br /&gt;E a briza vai contando velhas lendas&lt;br /&gt;De portos e baías de piratas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um pessegueiro na ilha&lt;br /&gt;Plantado por um vizir de odemira&lt;br /&gt;Que dizem por amor se matou novo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no lugar de porto côvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua já desceu sobre esta paz&lt;br /&gt;E reina sobre todo este luzeiro&lt;br /&gt;À volta toda a vida se compraz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto um sargo assa no braseiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe a cidadela dum navio&lt;br /&gt;Acende-se no mar como um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Por trás de mim o bafo do estio&lt;br /&gt;Devolve-me à lembrança o alentejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roendo uma laranja na falésia&lt;br /&gt;Olhando à minha frente o azul escuro&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser um peixe na maré&lt;br /&gt;Nadando sem passado nem futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Tê / Rui Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-115227855576135002?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/115227855576135002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=115227855576135002' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115227855576135002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/115227855576135002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-meu-porto.html' title='O meu porto...'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114718144526592958</id><published>2006-05-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:33:40.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want you to know who I am...</title><content type='html'>Pelos mais pequenos pormenores apercebo-me que realmente tenho um emprego e não um trabalho, i.e., escolho a estação de rádio que mais me aprouver!LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hoje na estação de rádio de minha escolha, escutei e ouvi algo de que gosto muito e já algum tempo que não passava aqui pelo estreito auricular..."Iris" dos Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Para além de ser uma boa música, faz parte de uma excelente banda sonora que por sua vez ornamenta um magnifico filme - "City of Angels".&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas e Meg dão corpo e voz a um argumento excepcional, um dos meus diálogos favoritos não poderia deixar de ser (LOL):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't you give me your phone number? Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;Seth: No.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Are you homeless?&lt;br /&gt;Seth: No.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Are you a drummer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Este post parece um episódio dos Simpsons....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114718144526592958?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114718144526592958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114718144526592958' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114718144526592958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114718144526592958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-want-you-to-know-who-i-am.html' title='I just want you to know who I am...'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114545468851517167</id><published>2006-04-19T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:45:55.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a minha Titi...</title><content type='html'>Tenho saudades do "vão mas é comer xopinha", dos parques de campismos, das Caravelas do Luis, do Porto Côvo do Rui e das camisolas interiores de moranguinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titi apresento-te o John...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came back to get my things&lt;br /&gt;thank you for getting the door but&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right walking in no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet, I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;I did my crying at home&lt;br /&gt;and I'm numb now&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I've one more thing to ask&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the price you paid&lt;br /&gt; for my never coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why did you mess with forever?&lt;br /&gt; Such a long time to be unkind&lt;br /&gt; Why did you mess with forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you call me cruel&lt;br /&gt; cruel is what you're making me do&lt;br /&gt; I stick to my rules&lt;br /&gt; I'm at odds with me now&lt;br /&gt;Do I look my love in the eyes and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I've one more thing to ask&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the price you paid&lt;br /&gt; for my never coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you mess with forever?&lt;br /&gt;What a long time to be unkind&lt;br /&gt;Why did you mess with forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask to kiss me once goodbye&lt;br /&gt; but you already did with somebody else's lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the tiny chemicals&lt;br /&gt;the ones you hold responsible&lt;br /&gt; they lost me&lt;br /&gt;you lost me&lt;br /&gt;Now everything inside me tells me I sould run to you&lt;br /&gt;and throw my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;Hold your steaming crying cheeks against my own&lt;br /&gt; and tell you nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wrong is what you were when you forgot&lt;br /&gt;that we were going on that we were going on&lt;br /&gt;that we were going strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why did you mess with forever?&lt;br /&gt;What a long time&lt;br /&gt; to be unkind&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why did you mess with forever "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114545468851517167?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114545468851517167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114545468851517167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114545468851517167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114545468851517167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-minha-titi.html' title='Para a minha Titi...'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114288300294445619</id><published>2006-03-20T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:55:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody expects the portuguese inspection!</title><content type='html'>Analogia:&lt;br /&gt;Comerciante compra 20 pacotes de batatas a um produtor conhecido e reconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;1 dos pacotes vinha estragado.&lt;br /&gt;Entidade reguladora e fiscalizadora pune comerciante.&lt;br /&gt;Produtor conhecido e reconhecido nada sofre e continua a vender pacotes de batatas estragados a outros comerciantes.&lt;br /&gt;Outros comerciantes continuam a ser punidos.&lt;br /&gt;Comerciantes deixam de comprar batatas ao tal produtor.&lt;br /&gt;Produtor vai a falência.&lt;br /&gt;Os comerciantes ficam severamente punidos financeiramente  e moralmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão a tal entidade reguladora e fiscalizadora em vez de actuar logo junto de quem comete a infração deixa que o "tsunami" se arraste causando desvastação por onde passa..e sem solução à vista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114288300294445619?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114288300294445619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114288300294445619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114288300294445619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114288300294445619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobody-expects-portuguese-inspection.html' title='Nobody expects the portuguese inspection!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114182828744073527</id><published>2006-03-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:55:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What have you got for brains? Sponge cake?"</title><content type='html'>Recentemente revi esta série fabulosa dos anos 70 passada num pseudo Hotel em Torquay. É simplesmente delicioso poder assistir a irasciblidade do Basil e ao temperamento altivo de Sybil. Sem menosprezar a talentosa Polly e o desgraçado do empregado de Barcelona - Manuel, objecto de frequentes ataques por parte de Basil.&lt;br /&gt;E se depois da minha formação nesta área, a série poderia fazer mais sentido, a verdade é que continuo achar aquilo um chorrilho de disparates muito bem escritos e representad&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/320/cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;os, onde rir é a palavra de ordem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos o Basil não é construtor civil..apenas um hoteleiro forreta com mau feitio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os fãs, simpatizantes, sócios, admiradores aqui fica um compêndio morfológico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A is for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Abbott: The psychiatrist who thinks Basil is "enough material for an entire conference".&lt;br /&gt;Andre: Local restaurateur Andre gives Basil a help to make his Gourmet Night a success but Basil still manages to turn it into a disastrous evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Basil: Who else?&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona: I think it was mentioned once or twice that one of the staff was from this city.&lt;br /&gt;Builders: Does Basil hire the ones who will do a good job, but be expensive; or the cheap ones who give a guarantee: to mess things up? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Butter: "There is too much butter on those trays".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Communication Problems: Many people's favourite episode and one of the cleverest. The title doesn't just refer to Basil's trouble with the deaf Mrs Richards, just think of all the instances of communication problems throughout the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Elwood Avenue: No. 16 was the address mentioned once as the address of Fawlty Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farce: The episodes are just little farces according to John Cleese.&lt;br /&gt;Fawlty? What's wrong with him?, asked Alice Richards in Communication Problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatsby (and Tibbs): The two old ladies — permanent residents.&lt;br /&gt;Gee-Gees: The British colloquialism for horses or horseracing. Basil's secret bet on the gee-gees in Communication Problems causes him a lot of grief when he has to keep the winnings from falling into Sybil's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Germans: Not the Major's favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;Gleneagles: The now infamous real hotel that inspired John Cleese and Connie Booth to pen Fawlty Towers.&lt;br /&gt;Garden Gnome: In the closing scene of The Builders, Basil is seen leaving with a garden gnome under his arm. He's heading to visit Mr O'Reilly, and I'll leave it you to imagine where he is going to stick the garden gnome.&lt;br /&gt;Guests: You can't have a hotel without guests… Basil would have liked it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster: Or so Manuel thought. But his pet was really a rat… called Basil!&lt;br /&gt;Harry Hamilton: He who wants a Waldorf Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;India: The Major took a girl to see India once… at The Oval (it's an English cricket ground).&lt;br /&gt;Insults : They flew thick and fast between Basil and Sybil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Johnson (Mr): Basil spent the whole episode of The Psychiatrist trying to catch Mr Johnson with a girl in his room, even resorting to climbing up a ladder to the window from outside, but he got the wrong room!&lt;br /&gt;JP: In Gourmet Night, Basil boasts that Colonel and Mrs Hall are both J.P.s. Most British people will know what a JP is, but for the benefit of others it means Justice of the Peace (noun) a lay magistrate appointed to preserve the peace in a county, town, etc. hear minor [court] cases, grant licenses, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kippers: A guest dies during the night. Unfortunate, but these things happen in the hotel trade, especially when they get a helping hand from some dodgy kippers.&lt;br /&gt;Krakatoa: When Mrs Richards complains about the view, Basil sarcastically retorts with a quip about Krakatoa not erupting for her enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;Kurt: Basil brought in outside help to make his Gourmet Night a success, but Kurt the Greek chef got legless after Manuel spurned his amorous advances. Add guests, a duck and a big pink blancmange, simmer for half-an-hour and you have the perfect recipe for disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Leeman: A friend of John Cleese called Andrew Leeman told Basil that the worst situation they faced when he worked at the Savoy was getting rid of the "stiffs" i.e. guests who had died during the night. The Kipper and the Corpse was the result of that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Major Gowen: It wouldn't have been the same with Ballard's excellent portrayal of the doddery old Major.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel: The dependable waiter who was the frequent subject of attack from Basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="External link to page about Mastermind quiz show" href="http://www.quizplayers.com/quizplayers/mastermind/"&gt;Mastermind&lt;/a&gt;: It's a British TV quiz show on which four contestants firstly face two minutes of questions on their own chosen specialised subject, and then two minutes of general knowledge questions. No flashy gimmicks, no huge prizes; just dimmed lights, a black leather chair and the legendary Mastermind music (it's called Approaching Menace).&lt;br /&gt;Melbury: His lordship asks Basil to look after his valuables in the first ever episode. Basil is happy to — until he finds out he has been conned. The briefcase contained some highly-prized house bricks!&lt;br /&gt;Moose: Basil has to endure a moose head falling on top of him in The Germans. The moose head also appears in a memorable scene in which it appears to Major Gowen as if it is talking to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing: "I know nothing!" boasts Manuel, thinking he is helping Basil out of a tight spot. Contrary to previous instruction, Basil now wants Manuel to spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Orang-utan: Manuel's innocent remark to one of the builders earned him a punch in the face, thanks to Basil's cruel streak.&lt;br /&gt;O'Reilly: Torquay's worst builder. But, he is cheap, so Basil hires him to carry out some structural alterations to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paella: Manuel is making a special paella for Basil and Sybil's wedding anniversary, but Terry the chef isn't too happy that he doesn't get the chance to prove his skills at making one. It ends in chaos as Terry and Manuel roll around the kitchen floor in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Peignoir (Mrs): The flirty Frenchwoman has romantic intentions towards Basil in The Wedding Party.&lt;br /&gt;Polly: She did everything. Waitress, receptionist, chamber maid, even impersonating Sybil in The Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;P. Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille: Poor Manuel! He thinks chef has added Basil (his pet) to the recipe for ratatouille in the final episode.&lt;br /&gt;Rats: They are the last thing you want running around when there is a public health inspector (literally) sniffing around. The very final scene in Fawlty Towers stars Basil the Rat poking his nose out from a biscuit tin at the health inspector. "Care for a rat?" asks Basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shotgun: Major Gowen strides purposefully into the bar on the hunt for vermin… "sitting there on that table, eating the nuts if you please."&lt;br /&gt;Si!&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair: Basil Fawlty was a character based on a previous owner of The Gleneagles in Torquay. The Python team stayed there and were the subjects of Fawlty-esque rudeness from a Mr Sinclair who went to his grave dubbed "The real Basil Fawlty", and his family were not amused!&lt;br /&gt;Stubbs: The man to call when you want building work done properly. He'll do a good job on time; a little more expensive than some, which is why Basil hires O'Reilly — with potentially catastrophic consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Swanage: A town along the coast from Torquay. Basil was born there.&lt;br /&gt;Sybil: Basil's long-suffering wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry: The chef who appeared throughout series two. Brian Hall, who played Terry, died at 59 in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;Twitchen: How do you introduce someone called Twitchen to someone with a facial twitch? If you're Basil, you don't, you pretend to faint instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Umbrella: Used by Sybil to whack the incompetent O'Reilly builder.&lt;br /&gt;Unions: Strikes were often mentioned in the show and were frequent occurrences in "real life" at that time, even causing the final episode to be delayed for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Veal substitute: Basil gets posh Ronald's dander up in Basil the Rat when all he has to offer is veal substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Waldorf Salad: Poor Basil's was baffled when asked for a Waldorf Salad. It's named after the famous Waldorf hotel but Basil thought it might refer to a walnut that's gone off!&lt;br /&gt;Watt! Thanks to Manuel, Mrs Richards thinks Basil is a Mr Watt.&lt;br /&gt;Wooburn Grange Country Club: Not Elwood Avenue, the real location of the exterior was in Buckinghamshire at Wooburn Grange Country Club which is no longer there. It caught fire and had to be demolished and private houses were built in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenophobic: Thank you Basil for being a bit xenophobic else I might have got stuck on X.&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes: One of Mr Leeman's three business colleagues in The Kipper and The Corpse. They had surnames beginning with X, Y and Z for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yobbos (or Yobboes): Basil to Sybil in The Hotel Inspectors, "Look, if you think I'm going to fawn to some of the yobboes we get in here…". A "yob/yobbo" is a British colloquialism for a lout or hooligan. The yobbos Basil was referring to were the hotel guests! Thanks to MJ for this one.&lt;br /&gt;Young (Miss): Another of Mr Leeman's colleagues in The Kipper and The Corpse&lt;a href="http://www.fawltysite.net/fawltyAtoZ.htm#top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ze War: See, didn't mention it once! Whoops! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Zebedee: The third of Mr Leeman's business associates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114182828744073527?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114182828744073527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114182828744073527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114182828744073527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114182828744073527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-have-you-got-for-brains-sponge.html' title='&quot;What have you got for brains? Sponge cake?&quot;'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114175515420813417</id><published>2006-03-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:30:41.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uma dança nova / mistura de semba com samba / de mambo com rumba”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/8712629430589.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/8712629430589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/8712629430589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Balancê" marca a estreia de Sara Tavares na composição e na produção.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Sara Tavares é um “disco de canções de embalar para gente grande”.&lt;br /&gt;Este álbum é sobretudo um conjunto de emoções que são transmitidas através da música; umas mais solares, convidando a dançar; umas mais lunares, convidando a uma entrega interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo de como a miscigenação musical pode ser perfeita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114175515420813417?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114175515420813417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114175515420813417' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114175515420813417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114175515420813417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/03/uma-dana-nova-mistura-de-semba-com.html' title='&quot;Uma dança nova / mistura de semba com samba / de mambo com rumba”'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114174436025006061</id><published>2006-03-07T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:12:40.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica do Dia!</title><content type='html'>Nas idas ao WC verificar se o mesmo dispõe de água antes de utilizar as instalações sanitárias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114174436025006061?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114174436025006061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114174436025006061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114174436025006061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114174436025006061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/03/dica-do-dia.html' title='Dica do Dia!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114079137640931500</id><published>2006-02-24T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:29:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas</title><content type='html'>Às vezes não sei se insista ou deixe passar... Será esta a diferença entre o ser chata e o ser  indiferente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114079137640931500?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114079137640931500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114079137640931500' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114079137640931500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114079137640931500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/dvidas.html' title='Dúvidas'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114063590081503144</id><published>2006-02-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:18:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-lhe gás!</title><content type='html'>Noticia do Diário Digital &lt;em&gt;: O programa, que estava a ser gravado nos estúdios da produtora Comunicasom, a funcionar no antigo Jardim Cinema, foi interrompido, e as emissões, que deveriam ter começado às 10:00, foram adiadas para as 10:37 horas, até que os gases se dissipassem do interior do estúdio.&lt;br /&gt;A libertação de gases provocou mau estar entre as cerca de 200 pessoas que participavam nas filmagens, com muitas a sentirem-se mal e a ter que deixar as instalações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho bem que o Sr. ou Sra. responsável por tal flatulência assuma a sua culpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114063590081503144?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114063590081503144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114063590081503144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114063590081503144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114063590081503144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/d-lhe-gs.html' title='Dá-lhe gás!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114054944212657002</id><published>2006-02-21T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:57:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting me!</title><content type='html'>Dia 4 de Junho o Gordon Matthew Summer está de volta para gáudio de muitos!Sinceramente espero que não repita a prestação do último Rock in Rio, pessoalmente não achei fabulosa, muito pelo contrario ficou bastante aquém das minhas espectactivas. E aquém das capacidades do próprio Sting, infelizmente "not everything he does is magic".&lt;br /&gt;Mas os compositores talentosos e cantores carismáticos também são humanos com as suas próprias fragilidades, como tal nada como perdoar as suas prestações menos conseguidas e ansiar por outras mais extasiantes! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/200/9789725302736.0.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;Para os que apreciam não só o músico mas também o Homem recomendo vivamente a sua autobiografia &lt;em&gt;Broken Music - As minhas memórias.&lt;/em&gt; Para além de conhecermos a sua faceta humanitária e pai de familia, ficamos a conhecer o Gordon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/9789725302736.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114054944212657002?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114054944212657002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114054944212657002' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114054944212657002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114054944212657002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/sting-me.html' title='Sting me!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114030159508409258</id><published>2006-02-18T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:26:35.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oscar Wilde&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/22617096-114030159508409258?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114030159508409258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114030159508409258' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114030159508409258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114030159508409258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-that-god-in-creating-man.html' title=''/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114028630594294191</id><published>2006-02-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:11:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Gaspar e os passarocos!</title><content type='html'>Como este blog pretende ser feito de memórias ( leque temporal = 24h a 20 anos). Nada melhor que começarmos pela nossa infância, e como ela pode marcar os nossos gostos futuros.&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque ainda hoje ouvia a "A Noite Passada" de Sérgio Godinho e sempre que o oiço associo-o à minha infância, por 2 razões : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os Amigos do Gaspar&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Árvore do Patafurdios&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Que séries infantis fenomenais: bem escritas, bem musicadas e com um fundo pedagógico. Alguma semelhança com as séries de hoje?!Naaaann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se lembra do Guarda Serôdio e as suas Façanhas e Fracassos:&lt;br /&gt;"Andar pelas ruas de madrugada &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/1600/sg_osamigosdegaspar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3112/2303/320/sg_osamigosdegaspar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem se saber em quem dar traulitada&lt;br /&gt;e sem nada que valha a pena assinalar&lt;br /&gt;ou levar para a esquadra!&lt;br /&gt;Nadinha de nada !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os passarocos da Árvore que tanto se queixavam, e passado este tempo, esta letra continua tão actual:&lt;br /&gt;"Por incrivel que pareça, por incrivel que pareça&lt;br /&gt;não há nada , não há nada&lt;br /&gt;que não nos aconteça!&lt;br /&gt;Ó sorte malvada,&lt;br /&gt;que vida desgraçada,&lt;br /&gt;ai, ai, ai, ai... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal parece viver na Árvore dos Patafurdios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114028630594294191?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114028630594294191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114028630594294191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114028630594294191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114028630594294191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-gaspar-e-os-passarocos.html' title='O Gaspar e os passarocos!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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-22617096.post-114021160215162037</id><published>2006-02-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:26:42.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O abandono do moleskine e da bic!</title><content type='html'>Convenceram-me! Eu que sempre fui adversa a esta moda dos blogs pois sempre preferi o suporte do papel e da caneta, rendo-me a esta escrita "virtual" basicamente porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Por motivos profissionais passo 7 horas por dia ao computador, já que assim é podia aproveitar os tempos mortos para fazer algo mais útil que rebentar 3 bolinhas da mesma côr (leia-se Bubbles) ou recolher vários objectos para tentar sair de um quarto ( jogos manhosos que existem no &lt;a href="http://www.videojuegos.com"&gt;www.videojuegos.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Quando chego a casa já não tenho pachorra para escrever, a fase da adolescente e seu diário romântico está obsoleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Além de que a minha ortografia à 3ª página é similar ao cirilico com uma pitada de latim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em conclusão: se não os podes vencer, junta-te a eles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22617096-114021160215162037?l=sanpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/114021160215162037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22617096&amp;postID=114021160215162037' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114021160215162037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22617096/posts/default/114021160215162037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanpipa.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-abandono-do-moleskine-e-da-bic.html' title='O abandono do moleskine e da bic!'/><author><name>sanpipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16050678987991986822</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></feed>
