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terça-feira, maio 30, 2006

Meia do lux 

21 km, alguns mais penosos que outros.

Mas cumpridos.

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Musée d'Orsay 

Entre Pissarro e Cézanne, voto Pissarro.

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segunda-feira, maio 29, 2006

Hihihihi 


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Duques 

"Cada vez mais penso que Portugal não precisa de ser salvo, porque estará sempre perdido como merece.
Nós todos é que precisamos que nos salvem dele."

Jorge de Sena

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Common misspellings 

Die Zauberflöte / Die Sauerflöte

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quarta-feira, maio 24, 2006

Lol 2 

Tugboat project.

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Lol 

Six impossible things before breakfast.

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sexta-feira, maio 19, 2006

Títulos 

Petits crimes conjugaux

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Ah, pirata! 

Elizabeth: There will come a moment when you have the chance to do the right thing.

Jack: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

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terça-feira, maio 16, 2006

Pois 

As máquinas do século XIX faziam, as do século XX pensavam, as do século XXI vão, mais e mais, aperceber-se e reagir à sua envolvente.

A questão não é se a informação vai ser mal utilizada. Isso vai inevitavelmente acontecer.

A questão é saber se os ganhos sociais resultantes da expansão das bases de dados, da vigilância permanente e da replicação no mundo virtual do mundo real compensam os potenciais prejuízos.

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segunda-feira, maio 15, 2006

I was on a mission 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SuperFriends

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sexta-feira, maio 05, 2006

Somewhere I have never travelled 

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e. cummings

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Bin 

I hate when they take one's bin
A bin is a very important thing
It tells a lot of one's character
Both what's in it and the general appearance, feel of the bin
Yes, a bin has a feel. And feelings.
Though a bin is a bin. No, a bin is a Bin
A bin is important. A bin matters.
Even beans should have bins
Bin there, done it, say the blasé
But I care not, I know that to bin is to be

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