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Fountoura da Costa'/><category term='Levi Condinho'/><category term='João de Barros'/><category term='Herberto Helder'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='António Madeira'/><category term='Antonio Tabucchi'/><category term='Caetano Dias'/><category term='Casa Seixas'/><category term='Luís Varela Aldemira'/><category term='José de Matos-Cruz'/><category term='Ana Cardim'/><category term='Chalet Zulmira'/><category term='Casa Faial'/><category term='Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão'/><category term='Celestino Costa'/><title type='text'>A Caverna de Éolo</title><subtitle type='html'>Cascais é a caverna do velho Éolo, rei dos Aquilões - Eça de Queirós</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6401695660828898494</id><published>2011-12-27T17:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:32:56.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Ferreira de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Odr78WMZM/Tvnvh4s9cII/AAAAAAAAMlo/D6BgfbGxCXk/s1600/FerreiraDeAndrade" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Odr78WMZM/Tvnvh4s9cII/AAAAAAAAMlo/D6BgfbGxCXk/s400/FerreiraDeAndrade" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aqui caricaturado como olisipógrafo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;autor não identificado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(fonte: &lt;em&gt;Diário Popular&lt;/em&gt;, 1963)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-6401695660828898494?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6401695660828898494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6401695660828898494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6401695660828898494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6401695660828898494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2011/12/ferreira-de-andrade.html' title='Ferreira de Andrade'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5Odr78WMZM/Tvnvh4s9cII/AAAAAAAAMlo/D6BgfbGxCXk/s72-c/FerreiraDeAndrade' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8096467265076146935</id><published>2011-10-26T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:47:00.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril-Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parque Palmela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wayne Shorter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #24 - Ricardo António Alves (em letra &amp; foto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbcuA91Z6GA/TqgOSrtNNwI/AAAAAAAAMhA/LrJ-NFdWMKI/s1600/raa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbcuA91Z6GA/TqgOSrtNNwI/AAAAAAAAMhA/LrJ-NFdWMKI/s200/raa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUVINDO WAYNE SHORTER, DE PÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O Parque rebenta pelas costuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De joelhos e de cócoras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;as fotógrafas procuram ângulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Waine despeja notas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;com ar de executivo em férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Engasgado o soprano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a secção rítmica arranca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;inesperadas flexões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;de joelhos. De joelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;as fotógrafas continuam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;à procura do melhor ângulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O tempo estava incerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Chuva no final do concerto.&lt;/span&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/836249291361458075-8096467265076146935?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8096467265076146935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8096467265076146935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8096467265076146935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8096467265076146935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2011/10/poesia-de-cascais-24-ricardo-antonio.html' title='poesia de cascais #24 - Ricardo António Alves (em letra &amp; foto)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbcuA91Z6GA/TqgOSrtNNwI/AAAAAAAAMhA/LrJ-NFdWMKI/s72-c/raa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3789944518508766664</id><published>2011-10-13T14:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:38:03.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gastão Cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boca do Inferno'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #23 - Gastão Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6Ict_mOuz4/TpbpaFbWM2I/AAAAAAAAMgg/lbm-8Rr1vz0/s1600/GastaoCruz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6Ict_mOuz4/TpbpaFbWM2I/AAAAAAAAMgg/lbm-8Rr1vz0/s200/GastaoCruz.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONTEM NA BOCA DO INFERNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem olhando o mar que penetrava&lt;br /&gt;sob as escarpas num rumor difuso&lt;br /&gt;de fim de primavera quando a brava&lt;br /&gt;cratera do inverno esquece o uso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dado às águas, enquanto te escutava&lt;br /&gt;como um vulcão de sentimento (escuso&lt;br /&gt;falar-te do amor de que essa lava&lt;br /&gt;de palavras mortais movia o fuso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas nossas vidas oscilantes) vi&lt;br /&gt;novamente na voragem no teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;ao inferno descido O mar em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflectia-se não como o reposto&lt;br /&gt;equilíbrio das águas na estação&lt;br /&gt;visível mas como água da paixão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3789944518508766664?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3789944518508766664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3789944518508766664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3789944518508766664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3789944518508766664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2011/10/poesia-de-cascais-23-gastao-cruz.html' title='poesia de cascais #23 - Gastão Cruz'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6Ict_mOuz4/TpbpaFbWM2I/AAAAAAAAMgg/lbm-8Rr1vz0/s72-c/GastaoCruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3148786050404630311</id><published>2011-09-15T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:54:29.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenida Valbom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Quadros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculdade de Letras do Porto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Ferro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presença'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rua Direita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><title type='text'>uma fotografia histórica com Luís Cardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8vtzoC-SGc/TnHU4LGn6RI/AAAAAAAAMdU/jBndSzKw3Ik/s1600/FLPorto1927-1928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8vtzoC-SGc/TnHU4LGn6RI/AAAAAAAAMdU/jBndSzKw3Ik/s400/FLPorto1927-1928.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No blogue de António Quadros Ferro, dedicado ao seu avô, o escritor e filósofo &lt;a href="http://antonioquadros.blogspot.com/"&gt;António Quadros&lt;/a&gt; -- muito ligado a Cascais, quer através dos seus pais, António Ferro e Fernanda de Castro, e já na vida adulta (recordo-me de me cruzar com ele várias vezes na Rua Direita, na Avenida Valbom) --, deparei-me com esta histórica fotografia dos corpos docente e discente da Faculdade de Letras do Porto, no ano lectivo de 1927-28, &amp;nbsp;pouco antes do seu encerramento compulsivo, e na qual figura, como não podia deixar de ser, o Prof. Luís Cardim (último na terceira fila, à direita, de pasta e bengala),&amp;nbsp;cascaense&amp;nbsp;emérito que Cascais continua alegremente a ignorar, além da sua filha, Ana Cardim (2.ª fila, 2.ª mulher a contar da esquerda), então aluna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nata da cultura portuguesa, a Norte, na década de 1920, está aqui representada (ver o &lt;a href="http://antonioquadros.blogspot.com/2011/09/ano-lectivo-1927-1928-da-faculdade-de.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;) ; junte-se-lhe o grupo da Seara Nova, em Lisboa,&amp;nbsp; e o mais audaciosamente subversivo e eminentemente&amp;nbsp;literário grupo da &lt;em&gt;presença&lt;/em&gt;, em Coimbra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3148786050404630311?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3148786050404630311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3148786050404630311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3148786050404630311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3148786050404630311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-fotografia-historica-com-luis.html' title='uma fotografia histórica com Luís Cardim'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8vtzoC-SGc/TnHU4LGn6RI/AAAAAAAAMdU/jBndSzKw3Ik/s72-c/FLPorto1927-1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5239312733264598498</id><published>2010-12-28T22:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:59:43.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Henriques Coimbra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monte Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telefones'/><title type='text'>Linhas de Cascais - Rui Henriques Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No ano passado, fui com a minha avó. Ela andava desanimada com o número que a companhia lhe queria dar, depois de ter deixado a sua casa em Campo de Ourique. Agora instalada num andar no Monte Estoril, queria um número fácil de lembrar. Fácil de lembrar para os amigos e para ela, que já anda muito esquecida devido à idade. Quando fez a assinatura, queriam dar-lhe o 4681359, mas ela pôs-se logo a barafustar. Eram algarismos todos diferentes, quem é que ia conseguir-se lembrar daquela salganhada toda? A operadora da Telecom disse-lhe para não se desanimar. Por mais 30 contos podia ter direito ao sorteio de mais três números. A minha avó aceitou: 4682281, rejeitado porque no meio da harmonia dos números baixos havia um 8 a despontar, como um calo no pé: 4689826, que a minha avó detestou porque o 2 interrompia a descida simpática do 9 até ao 6, e o 4687991, momento em que ela foi aos arames porque podia ser o número perfeito se fosse 4687997. Foi nesse momento que se decidiu por ir ao leilão de números telefónicos comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;«O número da Sorte Grande», &lt;i&gt;Linhas Cruzadas -- Antologia de Contos PT&lt;/i&gt;, Lisboa, Portugal Telecom, 2000.&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/836249291361458075-5239312733264598498?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5239312733264598498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5239312733264598498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5239312733264598498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5239312733264598498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/12/linhas-de-cascais-rui-henriques-coimbra.html' title='Linhas de Cascais - Rui Henriques Coimbra'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2544443689125423682</id><published>2010-11-30T14:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:58:03.287Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paredão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadir Afonso'/><title type='text'>Nadir Afonso no Paredão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TPUQYEvZREI/AAAAAAAALI8/JSQbd5Fh2t0/s1600/img822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TPUQYEvZREI/AAAAAAAALI8/JSQbd5Fh2t0/s1600/img822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foto de autor não identificado, publicada no &lt;em&gt;JL &lt;/em&gt;de hoje﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2544443689125423682?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2544443689125423682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2544443689125423682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2544443689125423682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2544443689125423682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nadir-afonso-no-paredao.html' title='Nadir Afonso no Paredão'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TPUQYEvZREI/AAAAAAAALI8/JSQbd5Fh2t0/s72-c/img822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8915575959697639061</id><published>2010-11-16T11:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:04:14.289Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teresa Zilhão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guincho'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #22 - Teresa Zilhão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TOJj9pD3nsI/AAAAAAAALBk/KHEBJFhnycE/s1600/TeresaZilhao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TOJj9pD3nsI/AAAAAAAALBk/KHEBJFhnycE/s1600/TeresaZilhao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARÉ DO GUINCHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em frente a presença do Atlântico.&lt;br /&gt;Nele o olhar dela avança. E aí&lt;br /&gt;versos fundem-se às marés. Assustam trevas.&lt;br /&gt;Seus azuis-esverdeados devastam oráculos&lt;br /&gt;relincham à não-existência. Dialogam&lt;br /&gt;com o Deus subatómico que, numa visão esculpida&lt;br /&gt;cavalga enfurecido num começo&lt;br /&gt;que nunca... nunca acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://antologiadoesquecimento.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-8915575959697639061?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8915575959697639061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8915575959697639061' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8915575959697639061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8915575959697639061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/11/poesia-de-cascais-22-teresa-zilhao.html' title='poesia de cascais #22 - Teresa Zilhão'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TOJj9pD3nsI/AAAAAAAALBk/KHEBJFhnycE/s72-c/TeresaZilhao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9045035688848655278</id><published>2010-10-17T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:30:27.110+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canto e Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sidónio Pais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António José de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Cascais no campo da «Seara»: Proença, Cortesão e Reys (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLt0OMyIL6I/AAAAAAAAKyc/9onaAezLb44/s1600/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLt0OMyIL6I/AAAAAAAAKyc/9onaAezLb44/s200/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando no princípio dos anos vinte um grupo de intelectuais resolveu criar uma revista doutrinária independente, em defesa da República -- mas pugnando pela sua reforma --, o país vivia num assustador clima de perturbação. Ao assassínio de Sidónio e às perplexidades de um inglório desfecho da Grande Guerra, seguiu-se não só um período de instabilidade, como de radicalização da vida política. A um monárquico na Presidência, Canto e Castro -- não obstante o escrupuloso cumprimento do seu juramento --, sucedeu a última bandeira do 5 de Outubro, António José de Almeida. Temperanças de um e outro foram, porém, insuficientes para travar desmandos como &lt;i&gt;a leva da morte &lt;/i&gt;(1918) ou a &lt;i&gt;noite sangrenta &lt;/i&gt;(1921), tentativas restauracionistas como a &lt;i&gt;Monarquia do Norte &lt;/i&gt;(1919), pulverização e descrédito dos partidos e dirigentes tradicionais, ressurgimento activo dos extremos, pela via doutrinária e pela acção directa -- os anarco-sindicalistas da Confederação Geral do Trabalho (CGT), cujo órgão era o diário &lt;i&gt;A Batalha&lt;/i&gt;; a persistência do Integralismo Lusitano, movimento tradicionalista monárquico e antidemocrático, que se exprimia na &lt;i&gt;Nação Portuguesa&lt;/i&gt;. (4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(4) Sobre o contexto sócio-político em que surgiu a publicação, socorri-me da entra de David Ferreira, «&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SEARA NOVA&lt;/span&gt;», &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joel Serrão (dir.), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dicionário de História de Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, vol. V, Porto, Livraria Figueirinhas, pp. 503-508.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sol XXI&lt;/i&gt;, #29-30-31, Carcavelos, Junho/Setº/Dezº de 1999.&amp;nbsp;&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/836249291361458075-9045035688848655278?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9045035688848655278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9045035688848655278' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9045035688848655278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9045035688848655278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/10/cascais-no-campo-da-seara-proenca.html' title='Cascais no campo da «Seara»: Proença, Cortesão e Reys (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLt0OMyIL6I/AAAAAAAAKyc/9onaAezLb44/s72-c/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2054992940898279380</id><published>2010-10-10T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:45:18.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Marinharia dos Descobrimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='património'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. Fountoura da Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu do Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>A. Fontoura da Costa: Um capitão de longo curso na História dos Descobrimentos (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLIyWYKNLJI/AAAAAAAAKug/3uiP3d_sfnA/s1600/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLIyWYKNLJI/AAAAAAAAKug/3uiP3d_sfnA/s200/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretende-se, desta forma, dar o merecido destaque, no âmbito municipal, ao autor de &lt;i&gt;A Marinharia dos Descobrimentos&lt;/i&gt;, figura que pertence ao património cultural cascaense, pois tão ou mais importante é o lugar onde se nasce como aquele que se escolhe para viver e para morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in A. Fontoura da Costa e a Marinharia dos Descobrimentos -- Exposição Bibliográfica e Documental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Cascais, Museu do Mar, 1997.&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/836249291361458075-2054992940898279380?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2054992940898279380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2054992940898279380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2054992940898279380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2054992940898279380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/10/fontoura-da-costa-um-capitao-de-longo.html' title='A. Fontoura da Costa: Um capitão de longo curso na História dos Descobrimentos (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TLIyWYKNLJI/AAAAAAAAKug/3uiP3d_sfnA/s72-c/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5904255243173701473</id><published>2010-10-02T21:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:57:55.784+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Dellon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frei Nicolau de Oliveira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José da Cunha Brochado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortaleza de Nossa Senhora da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>José da Cunha Brochado na Corte de Luís XIV (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TKeUwXVjIMI/AAAAAAAAKqc/E3IzJAEFNrQ/s1600/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TKeUwXVjIMI/AAAAAAAAKqc/E3IzJAEFNrQ/s200/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É provável que seu pai desempenhasse à época funções na fortaleza da vila. Certo é que um século depois a sua família continuava radicada em Cascais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, povoação que na segunda década de seiscentos contava com cerca de 900 vizinhos, de acordo com Frei Nicolau de Oliveira no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Livro das Grandezas de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1620). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; O carácter defensivo de Cascais foi referido por vários autores coevos -- Luís Mendes de Vasconcelos nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diálogos do Sítio de Lisboa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(1608), Duarte Nunes de Leão na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Descrição do Reino de Portugal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(1610), Manuel Severim de Faria nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Discursos Vários Políticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1624) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; -- surgindo-nos essa componente defensiva expressivamente demonstrada numa gravura seiscentista alemã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, e também referida por um autor francês, em 1676-77: «Um pouco mais adiante encontra-se a pequena vila de Cascais, defrontando uma pequena baía onde os navios podem fundear. Também ali existe um forte bem apetrechado para a defesa.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (7)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi neste lugar fortemente muralhado que José da Cinha Brochado veio ao mundo, perto do mar imenso, que ele muitos anos depois qualificaria desta forma: «O mar, elemento nobre e inconstante, que só é confrontado pelas estrelas e medido no céu, consente hóspedes, mas não senhores.»&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ver Ferreira de Andrade, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cascais -- Vila da Corte. Oito Séculos de História &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, edição fac-similada [1964], Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1990, pp.&amp;nbsp;167-168.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ver José d'Encarnação, «Um elogio político: cascais visto por Frei Nicolau de Oliveira», &lt;i&gt;Arquivo de cascais -- Boletim Cultural do Município&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;#6, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1987, pp. 92-93.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(5) &lt;/span&gt;Ver &lt;i&gt;ibidem&lt;/i&gt;, pp. 92-93.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(6)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ver João J. Alves Dias, «Para a história da iconografia de Cascais», &lt;i&gt;Arquivo de Cascais -- Boletim Cultural do Município&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;#11, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1992-94, p. 99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charles Dellon, «De Goa a Lisboa -- 1676-1677», &lt;i&gt;in Portugal nos Séculos XVII &amp;amp; XVIII&lt;/i&gt;, apresentação, tradução e notas de Castelo-Branco Chaves, Lisboa, Lisóptima&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Edições, p. 31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;José da Cunha Brochado, &lt;i&gt;Cartas&lt;/i&gt;, selecção, prefácio e notas de António Álvaro Dória, Lisboa, Livraria Sá da Costa Editora, 1944, p. 145 -- carta a desconhecido, Paris, 16 de Abril de 1702.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/836249291361458075-5904255243173701473?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5904255243173701473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5904255243173701473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5904255243173701473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5904255243173701473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/10/jose-da-cunha-brochado-na-corte-de-luis.html' title='José da Cunha Brochado na Corte de Luís XIV (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TKeUwXVjIMI/AAAAAAAAKqc/E3IzJAEFNrQ/s72-c/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2178976814472972327</id><published>2010-09-12T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:43:10.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Condes de Castro Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Um escândalo póstumo a candidatura de Fernando pessoa ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca Condes de Castro Guimarães (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TI1VlCPcGeI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/qYWzktvL3NQ/s1600/SolXXI%2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TI1VlCPcGeI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/qYWzktvL3NQ/s200/SolXXI%2326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516159213343873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Havia pouco, fora mal sucedido na candidatura ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca dos Condes de Castro Guimarães.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As motivações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A obra de Fernando Pessoa persistia dispersa por várias publicações, não havendo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;corpus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;indispensável que a tornasse acessível a um público mais vasto, impedido, assim, de conhecer a singularidade de um poeta que se desdobrava, para já, em quatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in Sol XXI&lt;/i&gt; #24, Carcavelos, Março de 1998.&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/836249291361458075-2178976814472972327?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2178976814472972327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2178976814472972327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2178976814472972327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2178976814472972327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-escandalo-postumo-candidatura-de.html' title='Um escândalo póstumo a candidatura de Fernando pessoa ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca Condes de Castro Guimarães (3)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TI1VlCPcGeI/AAAAAAAAKeQ/qYWzktvL3NQ/s72-c/SolXXI%2326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2955841873475919544</id><published>2010-09-07T23:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:58:57.027+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D. Luís'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortaleza de Nossa Senhora da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidadela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guerra Junqueiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D. Maria Pia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D. Carlos'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #21 - Guerra Junqueiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TIa0pDVEeVI/AAAAAAAAKb8/Pr_GnW5AO_A/s1600/GuerraJunqueiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514293411123067218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TIa0pDVEeVI/AAAAAAAAKb8/Pr_GnW5AO_A/s200/GuerraJunqueiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O CAÇADOR SIMÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A FIALHO D'ALMEIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaz el-rei entrevado e moribundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Na fortaleza lôbrega e silente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Corta a mudez sinistra o mar profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Chora a rainha desgrenhadamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papagaio real, diz-me, quem passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- É o príncipe Simão que vai à caça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Os sinos dobram pelo rei finado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Morte tremenda, pavoroso horror!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sai das almas atónitas um brado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Um brado imenso d'amargura e dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papagaio real, diz-me, quem passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- É el-rei D. Simão que vai à caça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cospe o estrangeiro afrontas assassinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sobre o rosto da Pátria a agonizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rugem nos corações fúrias leoninas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Erguem-se as mãos crispadas para o ar!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papagaio real, diz-me, quem passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- É el-rei D. Simão que vai à caça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A Pátria é morta! a Liberdade é morta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Noite negra sem astros, sem faróis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ri o estrangeiro odioso à nossa porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Guarda a Infâmia o sepulcro dos heróis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papagaio real, diz-me, quem passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- É el-rei D. Simão que vai à caça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tiros ao longe numa luta acesa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rola indomitamente a multidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tocam clarins de guerra a Marselhesa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Desaba um trono em súbita explosão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Papagaio real, diz-me, quem passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- É alguém, é alguém que foi à caça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do caçador Simão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Viana do Castelo, 8 de Abril de 1890.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2955841873475919544?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2955841873475919544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2955841873475919544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2955841873475919544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2955841873475919544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/09/poesia-de-cascais-21-guerra-junqueiro.html' title='poesia de cascais #21 - Guerra Junqueiro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TIa0pDVEeVI/AAAAAAAAKb8/Pr_GnW5AO_A/s72-c/GuerraJunqueiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1247364639059097831</id><published>2010-08-28T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:09:10.845+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio Turvo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><title type='text'>Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, Cascais, 1974) RIO TURVO (1945)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THhCSS_VYSI/AAAAAAAAKVQ/-tB7Piu4IhI/s1600/BranquinhoDaFonseca-MCCG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THhCSS_VYSI/AAAAAAAAKVQ/-tB7Piu4IhI/s200/BranquinhoDaFonseca-MCCG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510227026190360866" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;A voz vinha de longe. E eu continuava a caminhar por entre as ervas do pântano, ouvindo-a numa meia inconsciência. O cansaço e o calor davam-me aquela lassidão de músculos agradável pelo desprendimento da realidade e pela volúpia de deixar a atenção dormente e pegada a pequenas coisas em que noutras ocasiões não se repara. Ia caminhando devagar, com um instintivo cuidado, através do areal pantanoso, por entre as ervas altas e os caniços em sebes densas que me obrigavam a dar grandes voltas para seguir na direcção que pretendia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Branquinho da Fonseca, «Rio turvo», &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rio Turvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, 3.ª edição, Lisboa, Portugália Editora, 1969, p. 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THhDm9pKFdI/AAAAAAAAKVY/dcgwm6peql4/s200/Fonseca-RioTurvo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510228480749082066" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-1247364639059097831?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1247364639059097831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1247364639059097831' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1247364639059097831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1247364639059097831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/08/branquinho-da-fonseca-mortagua-1905.html' title='Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, Cascais, 1974) RIO TURVO (1945)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THhCSS_VYSI/AAAAAAAAKVQ/-tB7Piu4IhI/s72-c/BranquinhoDaFonseca-MCCG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3866955455990526043</id><published>2010-08-24T22:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:04:21.064+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Três escritores em tempo de catástrofe: Castro, Zweig e Eliade (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THQ72-v-8tI/AAAAAAAAKTg/mzDd6IQjKsc/s1600/BocaDoInferno%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/THQ72-v-8tI/AAAAAAAAKTg/mzDd6IQjKsc/s200/BocaDoInferno%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509094059924189906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Internacionalista, o autor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A Selva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;justificava de modo forçosamente subjectivo o apelo da terra natal, sentimento susceptível de causar algum desconforto a quem era avesso a exclusivismos e exaltações nacionalistas, mesmo quando reduzidas à expressão mais simples e primária do bairrismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A razão do desvelo para com a pobre aldeia que o viu nascer, onde conheceu a orfandade paterna aos oito anos, e que o obrigou a emigrar, só, aos onze, prendia-se com a recordação de uma infância mítica, de felicidade inventada. Assim o revelou, no fim da vida, num conjunto de textos que constituem uma espécie de testamento literário e político:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;«O homem ama na terra natal os seus hábitos, se ali reside ou residiu muito tempo; ama a sua casa e o seu agro, se os tem; e ama, sobretudo, a sua infância, que lhe comandará a vida inteira e se amalgama com o drama biológico do envelhecimento e da morte. Ama esse período da sua existência por saber que jamais voltará a vivê-lo; e essa certeza de irrecuperabilidade embeleza-lhe o cenário e valoriza-lhe os anos infantis, mesmo se neles conheceu a miséria, os trabalhos prematuros, as opressões e as humilhações impostas pelos adultos.» (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(1) Ferreira de Castro, «A aldeia nativa», &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os Fragmentos (Um Romance e Algumas Evocações)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Lisboa, Guimarães &amp;amp; C.ª [Editores], 1974, p. 45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, #3, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1998, p. 92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;postado também&lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/2010/08/tres-escritores-em-tempo-de-catastrofe.html"&gt; aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3866955455990526043?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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São 60 000 palavras e gráficos de um ensaio dedicado à memória de Sá-Carneiro, Ângelo de Lima, Pessoa e Raul Leal, de Santa Rita, Amadeo e Viana, a Sara Afonso, sua mulher, e aos pintores cubistas e a Matisse, num sítio de Portugal, na sua casa de Bicesse, o Fim-do-Mundo mais perto de Lisboa, cidade de Ulisses, junto à Serra da Lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;José-Augusto França, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O Essencial sobre Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Lisboa, Imprensa Nacional-Casa da Moeda, 2003, pp. 64-65.&lt;/span&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/836249291361458075-5840740450518424824?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5840740450518424824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5840740450518424824' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5840740450518424824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5840740450518424824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/07/linhas-de-cascais-jose-augusto-franca.html' title='linhas de Cascais - José-Augusto França'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TFScr2uHe3I/AAAAAAAAKJM/-2yBODWgZ8A/s72-c/JoseAugustoFran%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9030176522252696727</id><published>2010-07-29T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:52:28.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osvaldo Alcântara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baltazar Lopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Osvaldo Alcântara (Baltazar Lopes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TFGjSqgYmGI/AAAAAAAAKHk/PWQDX4Nfm30/s1600/BaltazarLopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TFGjSqgYmGI/AAAAAAAAKHk/PWQDX4Nfm30/s200/BaltazarLopes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499356161039177826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;És estrela e única vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vida que sobe das esquinas ocultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no mar sem águas, no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;com águas sem sal que vêm a diluir-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lá no fundo das distâncias mágicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vida para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ó distância da vida pouco e pouco escoando-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mistério do caminho cada vez mais certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E as auroras que eu via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e nelas me alava para as viagens futuras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não esta viagem em limite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de passadas mutiladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas, tu és o que fica.&lt;/span&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/836249291361458075-9030176522252696727?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9030176522252696727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9030176522252696727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9030176522252696727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9030176522252696727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/07/linhas-do-horizonte-osvaldo-alcantara.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Osvaldo Alcântara (Baltazar Lopes)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TFGjSqgYmGI/AAAAAAAAKHk/PWQDX4Nfm30/s72-c/BaltazarLopes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3919061557268861785</id><published>2010-07-17T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:30:48.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeida Garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viscondessa da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa Montúfar Infante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duque de Saldanha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Calvet de Magalhães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visconde da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquim António Velez Barreiros'/><title type='text'>Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TEEBPSHeX4I/AAAAAAAAKA0/e8EbsRaGK4M/s1600/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494674382441570178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TEEBPSHeX4I/AAAAAAAAKA0/e8EbsRaGK4M/s200/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o contrário, porém, do que seria de esperar, as relações relativamente próximas entre Garrett e Barreiros -- oficial do exército chegado a Saldanha, tendo travado conhecimento com o poeta quando do desembarque do Mindelo -- não foram, ao que parece, afectadas pela infidelidade da viscondessa da Luz. Prova-o a correspondência trocada entre ambos, datada de 1851, sobre assuntos de mútuo interesse, cujos excertos foram recentemente revelados por José Calvet de Magalhães na excelente biografia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Garrett -- A Vida Ardente de um Romântico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Lisboa, Bertrand, 1996/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jornal da Costa do Sol&lt;/em&gt;, #1550, Cascais, 22 de Janeiro de 1998, p. 14.&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/836249291361458075-3919061557268861785?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3919061557268861785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3919061557268861785' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3919061557268861785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3919061557268861785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-tela-e-uma-sinfonia-para-o-cascais.html' title='Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (3)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TEEBPSHeX4I/AAAAAAAAKA0/e8EbsRaGK4M/s72-c/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-7399705888268116779</id><published>2010-07-06T14:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:36:15.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matilde Rosa Araújo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel Baía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardino Machado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Sá-Marques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><title type='text'>Matilde Rosa Araújo no Hotel Baía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDMu5eZOH_I/AAAAAAAAJ4M/i10Ph_nyZQM/s1600/MatildeRosaAraujo-HotelBaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490783935641034738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDMu5eZOH_I/AAAAAAAAJ4M/i10Ph_nyZQM/s400/MatildeRosaAraujo-HotelBaia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morreu Matilde Rosa Araújo, esta madrugada na sua casa, em Lisboa, aos 89 anos. Muito ligada a Cascais (há inclusivamente um escola com o seu nome), foi uma grande escritora para os mais novos, e uma senhora de uma enorme delicadeza e simpatia. No blogue sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manuel-bernardinomachado.blogspot.com/2010/07/faleceu-matilde-rosa-araujo-deixa-uma.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bernardino Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, da autoria do seu neto, Manuel Sá-Marques, deparo com esta foto, por si obtida, no Hotel Baía.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(outro post, &lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/2010/07/matilde-rosa-araujo.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-7399705888268116779?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/7399705888268116779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=7399705888268116779' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7399705888268116779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7399705888268116779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/07/matilde-rosa-araujo-no-hotel-baia.html' title='Matilde Rosa Araújo no Hotel Baía'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDMu5eZOH_I/AAAAAAAAJ4M/i10Ph_nyZQM/s72-c/MatildeRosaAraujo-HotelBaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9122202947769460622</id><published>2010-07-05T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:17:01.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto de Serpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Alberto de Serpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDD-iwfLgOI/AAAAAAAAJ20/YkqOyBkBK2Q/s1600/AlbertoDeSerpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490167818849321186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDD-iwfLgOI/AAAAAAAAJ20/YkqOyBkBK2Q/s200/AlbertoDeSerpa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAR MORTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A JORGE AMADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A noite caiu sobre o cais, sobre o mar, sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As ondas fracas contra o molhe são vozes calmas de afogados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O luar marca uma estrada clara e macia nas águas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas os barcos que saem podem procurar mais noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E com as suas luzes vão por mais estrelas além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O vento foi para outros cais levar o medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E as mulheres que vêm dizer adeus e cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje sabem canções com mais esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canções mais fortes que a ressaca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canções sem pausas onde passe uma sombra de morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Velhos martimos, para quem a terra é já a sua terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olham o mar mais distante e têm maior saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pára o rumor duns remos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não vão mais ás estrelas as canções com noite, amor e morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penso em todos os que foram e andam no mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em todos os que ficam e andam no mar também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a luz do farol, lá longe, diz talvez...&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/836249291361458075-9122202947769460622?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9122202947769460622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9122202947769460622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9122202947769460622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9122202947769460622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/07/linhas-do-horizonte-alberto-de-serpa.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Alberto de Serpa'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TDD-iwfLgOI/AAAAAAAAJ20/YkqOyBkBK2Q/s72-c/AlbertoDeSerpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5158255112936340586</id><published>2010-06-28T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:07:00.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gomes Leal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Gomes Leal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TCi6GzgT0NI/AAAAAAAAJuw/QSkecFHSMk8/s1600/GomesLeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TCi6GzgT0NI/AAAAAAAAJuw/QSkecFHSMk8/s200/GomesLeal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487840772018655442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;CARTA AO MAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ó ondas fugitivas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;CAMÕES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Deixa escrever-te, verde mar antigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Largo Oceano, velho deus limoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Coração sempre lírico, choroso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E terno visionário, meu amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Das bandas do poente lamentoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Quando o vermelho sol vai ter contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-- Nada é mais grande, maior e doloroso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Do que tu, -- vasto e húmido jazigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nada é mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, trágico e profundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ninguém te vence ou te venceu no mundo!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mas também, que te pôde consolar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tu és Força, Arte, Amor por excelência! --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;E, contudo, ouve-o aqui, em confidência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;-- A Música é mais triste inda que o Mar!&lt;/span&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/836249291361458075-5158255112936340586?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5158255112936340586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5158255112936340586' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5158255112936340586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5158255112936340586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/06/linhas-do-horizonte-gomes-leal.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Gomes Leal'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TCi6GzgT0NI/AAAAAAAAJuw/QSkecFHSMk8/s72-c/GomesLeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5264130513076438844</id><published>2010-06-14T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:17:39.000+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Barbosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Jorge Barbosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TBVtw4WhWlI/AAAAAAAAJnU/8S2E9lnANrY/s1600/JorgeBarbosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482408807921441362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TBVtw4WhWlI/AAAAAAAAJnU/8S2E9lnANrY/s200/JorgeBarbosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REGRESSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Navio aonde vais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deitado sobre o mar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aonde vais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;levado pelo vento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Àquele país talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;onde a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é uma grande promessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e um grande deslumbramento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leva-me contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;navio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas torna-me a trazer!&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/836249291361458075-5264130513076438844?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5264130513076438844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5264130513076438844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5264130513076438844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5264130513076438844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/06/linhas-do-horizonte-jorge-barbosa.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Jorge Barbosa'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TBVtw4WhWlI/AAAAAAAAJnU/8S2E9lnANrY/s72-c/JorgeBarbosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6099216492214095272</id><published>2010-06-09T12:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:50:18.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurence Olivier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Nobre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Sete Cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA7MCLQW8vI/AAAAAAAAJks/ftYHsxAQbfs/s1600/BocaDoInferno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480542134309679858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA7MCLQW8vI/AAAAAAAAJks/ftYHsxAQbfs/s200/BocaDoInferno1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A película fora já distinguida com o Leão de Ouro do Festival de Veneza e prémio para a melhor actriz -- Jean Simmons no papel de Ofélia --, e tambem com os Óscares para a melhor produção e melhor actor -- Laurence Olivier, no papel de Hamlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;«Sete Cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre», &lt;em&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/em&gt;, #1, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1996, pp. 95-96.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/2010/06/sete-cartas-de-luis-cardim-roberto.html"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&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/836249291361458075-6099216492214095272?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6099216492214095272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6099216492214095272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6099216492214095272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6099216492214095272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/06/sete-cartas-de-luis-cardim-roberto.html' title='Sete Cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (3)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA7MCLQW8vI/AAAAAAAAJks/ftYHsxAQbfs/s72-c/BocaDoInferno1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3845598954590554363</id><published>2010-06-08T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:30:07.447+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurence Olivier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Problemas do Hamlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><title type='text'>Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 -- Porto, 1958) - OS PROBLEMAS DO «HAMLET» E AS SUAS DIFICULDADES CÉNICAS (1949)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA1hTa10YuI/AAAAAAAAJkU/Qw5Y9S4_46Y/s1600/LuisCardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480143307830223586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA1hTa10YuI/AAAAAAAAJkU/Qw5Y9S4_46Y/s200/LuisCardim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Intróito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A ideia motriz da série de artigos que, depois de publicados na &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt;, se reuniu sob novo e talvez mais justificado título, no presente livrinho, veio-nos realmente ao espírito, como se deduz do seu subtítulo, ao vermos a película de Sir Laurence Olivier, e por ela nos ter despertado reminiscências de antigas leituras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luís Cardim, &lt;em&gt;Os Problemas do Hamlet e as Suas Dificuldades Cénicas (A Propósito do Filme de Sir Laurence Olivier)&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Seara Nova, 1949, p. 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA1hJj7ofII/AAAAAAAAJkM/W7seR47tSyw/s1600/Cardim-OsProblemasDoHamlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480143138471836802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA1hJj7ofII/AAAAAAAAJkM/W7seR47tSyw/s200/Cardim-OsProblemasDoHamlet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3845598954590554363?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3845598954590554363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3845598954590554363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3845598954590554363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3845598954590554363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/06/luis-cardim-cascais-1879-porto-1958-os.html' title='Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 -- Porto, 1958) - OS PROBLEMAS DO «HAMLET» E AS SUAS DIFICULDADES CÉNICAS (1949)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/TA1hTa10YuI/AAAAAAAAJkU/Qw5Y9S4_46Y/s72-c/LuisCardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3153907480520964019</id><published>2010-05-19T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:42:36.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardo de Passos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Bernardo de Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S_Ro6ur5UWI/AAAAAAAAJYo/XtZ_gea6vcE/s1600/BPassos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473114805335839074" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S_Ro6ur5UWI/AAAAAAAAJYo/XtZ_gea6vcE/s200/BPassos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMBICIOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À Beira-Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noivam por esse espaço, aos bandos, as gaivotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despertando na alma alegrias ignotas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a névoa da manhã, como um véu transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Envolve o mar e a praia cariciosamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A estrela d'alva brilha, através da neblina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como a luz d'um altar, velado a gaze fina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o mar, feliz, brutal, sob o lençol da bruma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leva aos seios da praia os lábios em espuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mar é generoso, e por isso a praia o ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despojos e riqueza, embora ronco brama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo oferece à esbelta e tentadora amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o colo nu lhe estende aos braços, palpitante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agora ostenta ela um soberbo colar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De brilhantes, rubis e pérolas sem par...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu tenho inveja ao mar, que além d'amor desmaia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dize-me: Tu não tens, também, inveja à praia?&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/836249291361458075-3153907480520964019?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3153907480520964019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3153907480520964019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3153907480520964019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3153907480520964019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/05/linhas-do-horizonte-bernardo-de-passos.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Bernardo de Passos'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S_Ro6ur5UWI/AAAAAAAAJYo/XtZ_gea6vcE/s72-c/BPassos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5888793199499979480</id><published>2010-05-13T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:36:31.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vasco Graça Moura'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Vasco Graça Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S-s7OdVGN_I/AAAAAAAAJWw/4LbaMnGhQ1U/s1600/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470531291948922866" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S-s7OdVGN_I/AAAAAAAAJWw/4LbaMnGhQ1U/s200/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E foi assim que, três dias depois, eu estava sentado a uma mesa, numa sala com vistas para o mar, a almoçar numa casa perto de Cascais, com uma mulher que vestia casaco de tweed e botas de montar. Teria cinquenta e tantos anos, o cabelo era de um louro acinzentado, os olhos de um cinzento esverdeado, e devia ter sido lindíssima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naufrágio de Sepúlveda&lt;/em&gt;. Lisboa, Quetzal, 1988, pp. 79-80.&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/836249291361458075-5888793199499979480?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5888793199499979480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5888793199499979480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5888793199499979480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5888793199499979480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/05/linhas-de-cascais-vasco-graca-moura.html' title='linhas de cascais - Vasco Graça Moura'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S-s7OdVGN_I/AAAAAAAAJWw/4LbaMnGhQ1U/s72-c/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6403783920078082791</id><published>2010-04-20T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:00:17.847+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linhas do horizonte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Correia Ribeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - João Correia Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONTRADIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo a tranquilidade e detesto o barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É este o meu feitio, o meu modo de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas sendo assim como é que eu posso conceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor que tenho ao mar em que altivo mergulho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É de noite, é de dia, é contínuo o marulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Das ondas, da ressaca, as pedras a varrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Altas cristas lambendo, areias a mover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num eterno labor que é todo o seu orgulho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu que adoro o sossego, a paz, a calmaria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Das coisas e dos ser's, banal contradição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Admiro horas sem fim toda esta agitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o meu cérebro invade e a minha alma extasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me ergue o pensamento, a força que me anima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cá de baixo da Terra aos altos Céus lá cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-6403783920078082791?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6403783920078082791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6403783920078082791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6403783920078082791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6403783920078082791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/04/linhas-do-horizonte-joao-correia.html' title='linhas do horizonte - João Correia Ribeiro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4466926674616338688</id><published>2010-04-07T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:01:23.669+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibn Mucana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcabideche'/><title type='text'>Ibn Mucana de Alcabideche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S70McJtGYQI/AAAAAAAAJFY/amjKsWgC6eE/s1600/IbnMucana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457532001223860482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S70McJtGYQI/AAAAAAAAJFY/amjKsWgC6eE/s400/IbnMucana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um post sobre Ibn Mucana, no &lt;a href="http://toneldiogenes.blogspot.com/2010/04/moinhos-e-moendas.html"&gt;Tonel de Diógenes&lt;/a&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/836249291361458075-4466926674616338688?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4466926674616338688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4466926674616338688' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4466926674616338688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4466926674616338688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/04/ibn-mucana-de-alcabideche.html' title='Ibn Mucana de Alcabideche'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S70McJtGYQI/AAAAAAAAJFY/amjKsWgC6eE/s72-c/IbnMucana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4614473452882565842</id><published>2010-03-25T23:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:24:51.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. Fountoura da Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deambulações da Ganda de Modafar'/><title type='text'>A. Fontoura da Costa (Alpiarça, 1869 - Cai Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - DEAMBULAÇÕES DA GANDA DE MODAFAR, REI DE CAMBAIA, DE 1514 A 1516 (1937)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6vrs1exSdI/AAAAAAAAI_w/08fB_448ZRI/s1600/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452710929365027282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6vrs1exSdI/AAAAAAAAI_w/08fB_448ZRI/s200/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao preparar a &lt;em&gt;Biografia&lt;/em&gt; de Valentim Fernandes (de Morávia) deparou-se-me em Ravenstein a seguinte nota:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«A letter, describing a rinocheros wich garcia de Noronha had brought from India in 1513, was written by Ferdinando to his «friends» at Nuremberg and is published by Count Angelo de Gubernatis (&lt;em&gt;Storia dei Viaggiatori Italiani&lt;/em&gt;, Livorna, 1875, p. 389). An engraving of this rinocheros by Albert Dürer is to be found at the British Museum (Add. MSS. 5220, f. 19)» &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; E. G. Ravenstein [&lt;em&gt;Martin Behaim. His life and is globe. &lt;/em&gt;London, 1908] &lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; 25. Note 4, pág.2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. Fontoura da Costa, &lt;em&gt;Deambulações da Ganda de Modafar, Rei de Cambaia, de 1514 a 1516&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Agência Geral das Colónias, 1937, p. 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452711175716764050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6vr7LNmeZI/AAAAAAAAI_4/bZaiJTI8USU/s200/Costa-Deambula%C3%A7oesDaGandaDeModafar" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4614473452882565842?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4614473452882565842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4614473452882565842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4614473452882565842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4614473452882565842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/03/fontoura-da-costa-alpiarca-1869-cai.html' title='A. Fontoura da Costa (Alpiarça, 1869 - Cai Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - DEAMBULAÇÕES DA GANDA DE MODAFAR, REI DE CAMBAIA, DE 1514 A 1516 (1937)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6vrs1exSdI/AAAAAAAAI_w/08fB_448ZRI/s72-c/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5157889304669227389</id><published>2010-03-23T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:20:17.921Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caminhos Magnéticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Quadros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Madeira'/><title type='text'>uma dedicatória de António Madeira, aliás Branquinho da Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em &lt;em&gt;Caminhos Magnéticos&lt;/em&gt;, a António Quadros, que por cá viveu, no blogue «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://presenca-martim.blogspot.com/2010/03/caminhos-magneticos-de-antonio-madeira.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6lLNVGO32I/AAAAAAAAI_I/ZMbewO0Evdc/s1600-h/Madeira-CaminhosMagneticos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451971516282363746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6lLNVGO32I/AAAAAAAAI_I/ZMbewO0Evdc/s400/Madeira-CaminhosMagneticos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-5157889304669227389?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5157889304669227389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5157889304669227389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5157889304669227389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5157889304669227389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-dedicatoria-de-antonio-madeira.html' title='uma dedicatória de António Madeira, aliás Branquinho da Fonseca'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S6lLNVGO32I/AAAAAAAAI_I/ZMbewO0Evdc/s72-c/Madeira-CaminhosMagneticos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1817128176996015505</id><published>2010-01-26T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:26:29.511Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frei Bernardo de Castelo Branco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José da Cunha Brochado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D. Pedro I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Andrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parecer de José da Cunha Brochado (1721)'/><title type='text'>José da Cunha Brochado (Cascais, 1651 - Lisboa, 1733) - PARECER DO ACADEMICO JOSEPH DA CUNHA BROCHADO (1721)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S190m_lFORI/AAAAAAAAIpI/9uheD00B6iw/s1600-h/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431187888882923794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S190m_lFORI/AAAAAAAAIpI/9uheD00B6iw/s200/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PARECER DO ACADEMICO JOSEPH DA CUNHA BROCHADO SOBRE A PROPOSTA QUE O ACADEMICO O PADRE DOUTOR FREY BERNARDO DE CASTELLOBRANCO -- CHRONISTA MÓR DO REYNO -- QUE TEM O EMPREGO DE ESCREVER AS MEMÓRIAS DELREY D. PEDRO I -- FEZ SOBRE ESTE PRINCIPE MERECIA O EPITHETO DE CRUEL, OU DE JUSTIÇOSO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por ordem dos Excellentissimos Senhores Censores sou obrigado a interpor o meu parecer sobre a duvida proposta pelo M. R. P. Fr. Bernardo de Castellobranco, que deseja saber, se na Historia, que escreve da vida delRey D. Pedro, deve qualificar este principe de cruel, ou de justiçoso. Os epithetos são bem irreconciliavaeis, e a mesma ambiguidade na eleição do partido podia resolver melhor o animo do Escritor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apud &lt;/em&gt;Ferreira de Andrade, &lt;em&gt;Cascais -- Vila da Corte&lt;/em&gt;, edição fac-similada [1964], Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1990, p. LXXXVI.&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/836249291361458075-1817128176996015505?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1817128176996015505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1817128176996015505' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1817128176996015505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1817128176996015505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/01/jose-da-cunha-brochado-cascais-1651.html' title='José da Cunha Brochado (Cascais, 1651 - Lisboa, 1733) - PARECER DO ACADEMICO JOSEPH DA CUNHA BROCHADO (1721)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S190m_lFORI/AAAAAAAAIpI/9uheD00B6iw/s72-c/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3739159873968656979</id><published>2010-01-16T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:59:30.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Peckinpah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Mozos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema São José'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Manuel Mozos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S1EOGaGtHoI/AAAAAAAAIlY/L9HVpq1mQ64/s1600-h/ManuelMozos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427134529207606914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S1EOGaGtHoI/AAAAAAAAIlY/L9HVpq1mQ64/s200/ManuelMozos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Foi no verão de 1973, numa matinée entre dois gelados do Santini, que vi no antigo Cinema São José, Cascais, «Junior Bonner -- O Último Brigão». Eu tinha 14 anos e era o primeiro filme que via de Sam Peckinpah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Uma montanha chamada Peckinpah» &lt;em&gt;Ípsilon&lt;/em&gt;, 15 de Janeiro de 2010, p. 22.&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/836249291361458075-3739159873968656979?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3739159873968656979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3739159873968656979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3739159873968656979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3739159873968656979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/01/linhas-de-cascais-manuel-mozos.html' title='linhas de cascais - Manuel Mozos'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S1EOGaGtHoI/AAAAAAAAIlY/L9HVpq1mQ64/s72-c/ManuelMozos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3218856038549607772</id><published>2010-01-11T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:58:00.637Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teolinda Gersão'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Teolinda Gersão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S0u5rGch6vI/AAAAAAAAIkI/LTMCWetk2jA/s1600-h/TeolindaG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425634326213683954" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S0u5rGch6vI/AAAAAAAAIkI/LTMCWetk2jA/s200/TeolindaG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde que comecei a sair com o pai da Susana e a encontrar-me com ele num apartamento que um amigo lhe empresta, no Estoril, comecei a escutar às portas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Bilhete de avião para o Brasil&lt;em&gt;«, Histórias de Ver e Andar&lt;/em&gt;, 3.ª edição, Lisboa, Publicações Dom Quixote, 2005, p. 133.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3218856038549607772?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3218856038549607772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3218856038549607772' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3218856038549607772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3218856038549607772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2010/01/linhas-de-cascais-teolinda-gersao.html' title='linhas de cascais - Teolinda Gersão'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/S0u5rGch6vI/AAAAAAAAIkI/LTMCWetk2jA/s72-c/TeolindaG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8308929726843177693</id><published>2009-12-05T19:07:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:02:15.326Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charneca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação São Francisco de Assis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>Um presente de Natal antecipado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxqlWCsqHyI/AAAAAAAAITw/ODbCqInf9BE/s1600-h/Charlie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411819700338958114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxqlWCsqHyI/AAAAAAAAITw/ODbCqInf9BE/s200/Charlie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ao fim de oito dias, e depois de três noites ao relento, o Charlie reapareceu, graças a uma família que gosta de animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No sábado passado saímos todos em família para ver o «Up», que a minha filha mais nova andava a pedir há tempos. Deixei, inadvertidamente, o portão mal fechado. Quando chegámos, nem sinal do Charlie. Não sabíamos se desaparecera há muitas ou poucas horas. A primeira reacção foi metermo-nos no carro, eu com dois dos meus filhos, e gritarmos por ele nas povoações vizinhas ao Cobre: Birre, Pampilheira, Torre, Bairro Santana, Encosta da Carreira, Bairro da Assunção, Bairro da Caixa, Bairro J. Pimenta... Nada. Devemos ter andado perto, pois dois dias mais tarde soube que ele terá sido avistado no Bairro Santana, a correr pelo meio da estrada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graças à rápida assistência da &lt;a href="http://www.cylex.pt/empresa/fundacao-sao-francisco-de-assis-6414938.html"&gt;Fundação São Francisco de Assis&lt;/a&gt;, que me encaminhou para o&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;magnífico&lt;em&gt; site&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.encontra-me.org/"&gt;Encontra-me&lt;/a&gt;, pude elaborar, sem a mínima dificuldade, os cartazes de ocasião. Sempre vi muitos espalhados por aí, e nunca acreditei grande coisa na sua eficácia. Enganava-me redondamente. Ainda só espalháramos meia dúzia, um dos quais posto por uma pessoa amiga no mini-mercado da Charneca, quando, hoje de manhã, tínhamos uma mensagem de alguém que recolhera o Charlie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei agora que ele andou por aqui, num raio de dois-três quilómetros, indo parar a um local entre o Guincho, a Areia e a Charneca. Quando foi avistado por uma senhora desta última aldeia, estava esgotado e sem forças; passara três noites à chuva e ao frio. Uma família, com mais cães, recolheu-o; dias depois viu o anúncio e o Charlie cá está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agradeço a todos quantos se preocuparam, e, aqui na "Caverna", especialmente a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joaobarbeita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. João Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, A. M. Sousa, Ana, &lt;a href="http://outsider-ana-abrantes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana Abrantes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amesadeluz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maravista-anamar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://clarices-bichocarpinteiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austeriana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://africadetodossonhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brígida Rocha Brito&lt;/a&gt;, Carminho, &lt;a href="http://kropotkine.blogspot.com/"&gt;José Manuel Fonseca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sonhocomandavida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Manuel Matos Nunes&lt;/a&gt;, Maria, &lt;a href="http://luadoslobos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria de São Pedro&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://espumadamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nelson Reprezas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensamentosdesblogueados.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nuno Lebreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oovoestrelado.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Ovo Estrelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ariam-papoila.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Papoila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cine-australopitecus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paulo Ferrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://paixaoanimal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um forte abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-8308929726843177693?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8308929726843177693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8308929726843177693' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8308929726843177693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8308929726843177693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-presente-de-natal-antecipado.html' title='Um presente de Natal antecipado'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxqlWCsqHyI/AAAAAAAAITw/ODbCqInf9BE/s72-c/Charlie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4003818002534988605</id><published>2009-12-04T01:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:11:07.413Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>Alguém viu o Charlie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxhhtWI6OCI/AAAAAAAAITY/yqXNVSSrGPA/s1600-h/Charlie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411182383950608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxhhtWI6OCI/AAAAAAAAITY/yqXNVSSrGPA/s400/Charlie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Charlie tem 4 anos. Desapareceu no Sábado, 28 de Novembro, no Cobre, Cascais. Tem pêlo castanho tigrado com uma pequena mancha branca no peito. É magro (tem leishmaniose) e tem as orelhas pendentes. É dócil. Se o vir ou souber de alguma informação sobre o seu paradeiro, por favor avise-me, aqui no blogue ou para o mail: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tmaria_alves@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tmaria_alves@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411182526172370914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sxhh1n9OF-I/AAAAAAAAITg/ppVdMcffUwc/s400/Charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4003818002534988605?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4003818002534988605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4003818002534988605' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4003818002534988605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4003818002534988605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/12/alguem-viu-o-charlie.html' title='Alguém viu o Charlie?'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxhhtWI6OCI/AAAAAAAAITY/yqXNVSSrGPA/s72-c/Charlie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2440681878686890393</id><published>2009-12-03T20:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:37:28.993Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cai-Água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. H. de Oliveira Marques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guia do Estudante de História Medieval Portuguesa'/><title type='text'>A. H. de Oliveira Marques (Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1933 - Lisboa, 2007) -- GUIA DO ESTUDANTE DE HISTÓRIA MEDIEVAL PORTUGUESA (1964)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxgeqVuNonI/AAAAAAAAISo/YnwZSx45qy0/s1600-h/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108665019966066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxgeqVuNonI/AAAAAAAAISo/YnwZSx45qy0/s200/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PREFÁCIO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este Guia vai directamente inspirado no livrinho precioso de Louis Halphen, &lt;em&gt;Initiation aux Etudes d'Histoire du Moyen Age&lt;/em&gt;, que lhe serviu de modelo. Há muito tempo que se reconhecia a necessidade de uma obra de iniciação aos estudos de história medieval, como aliás de toda a história portuguesa. Carecia o nosso estudante -- e a palavra vai empregada aqui na sua mais lata acepção -- de um manual pequeno e acessível, que lhe desse notícia das principais fonte e estudos publicados, o pusesse em face dos problemas fundamentais a tentar resolver e o iniciasse nas fainas árduas e aparentemente herméticas da investigação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. H. de Oliveira Marques, &lt;em&gt;Guia do Estudante de História Medieval Portuguesa&lt;/em&gt;, 3.ª edição, Lisboa, Editorial Estampa, 1988, p. 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411108859121889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sxge1ozt8CI/AAAAAAAAISw/zlY_YmgZ4jE/s200/Marques-GuiaDoEstudanteDeHistoriaMedievalPortuguesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2440681878686890393?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2440681878686890393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2440681878686890393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2440681878686890393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2440681878686890393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-de-oliveira-marques-cai-agua-s-pedro.html' title='A. H. de Oliveira Marques (Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1933 - Lisboa, 2007) -- GUIA DO ESTUDANTE DE HISTÓRIA MEDIEVAL PORTUGUESA (1964)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SxgeqVuNonI/AAAAAAAAISo/YnwZSx45qy0/s72-c/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8908465585634888555</id><published>2009-11-19T13:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:59:03.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril Film Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Byrne'/><title type='text'>David Byrne, a propósito do Estoril Film Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SwVNekKM8qI/AAAAAAAAIEU/WEWV78F1ldU/s1600/david_byrne.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405812115226030754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SwVNekKM8qI/AAAAAAAAIEU/WEWV78F1ldU/s200/david_byrne.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; «Estoril, Portugal -- The Future, the Past, the Present and...» -- anotações no seu &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://journal.davidbyrne.com/2009/11/110909-estoril-portugal-the-future-the-past-the-present-and.html"&gt;Journal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-8908465585634888555?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8908465585634888555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8908465585634888555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8908465585634888555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8908465585634888555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/11/david-byrne-proposito-do-estoril-film.html' title='David Byrne, a propósito do Estoril Film Festival'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SwVNekKM8qI/AAAAAAAAIEU/WEWV78F1ldU/s72-c/david_byrne.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3087785955835396106</id><published>2009-10-29T12:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:45:03.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introdução à Música Moderna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Lopes-Graça'/><title type='text'>Fernando Lopes-Graça (Tomar, 1906 - Parede, 1994), INTRODUÇÃO À MÚSICA MODERNA (1942)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SujfT0EidbI/AAAAAAAAH9I/luJlTvPVqmE/s1600-h/FernandoLopes-Gra%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397809684891727282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SujfT0EidbI/AAAAAAAAH9I/luJlTvPVqmE/s200/FernandoLopes-Gra%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADVERTÊNCIA PRELIMINAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De maneira nenhuma este ensaio pode ser, nem pretende ser, um estudo exaustivo dos problemas que levantou, e levanta ainda, a música destas quatro primeiras décadas de século XX. Não pode sê-lo porque a índole desta biblioteca o não permite; e ainda que o permitisse, quem não poderia pretender levara tarefa a cabo é o seu autor, porque ela estava fora das suas preocupações dominantes. E aqui teme ele mais uma vez de fazer a declaração de não ser musicólogo -- palavra que o assusta, pelas reponsabilidades que o impõe a quem se adorna com ela. Os problemas musicais interessam-no na medida em que, satisfazendo uma das curiosidades do seu espírito, o ajudam a compreender e a resolver os seus próprios problemas de músico sobretudo prático que é. Se escreve, se especula ou teoriza acerca da música (e, contra a sua íntima vontade, bastantes vezes o tem que fazer), é isso devido, antes de mais nada, a razões puramente circunstanciais: umas, não têm aqui que ser invocadas; outras são as que advêm da falta de coragem que muitas vezes há em opor um&lt;em&gt; não&lt;/em&gt; a solicitações que são feitas, já em nome da amizade, já em nome dos princípios morais e culturais que defendemos; outras, ainda, -- e estas são as razões que mais desejaríamos não constituíssem uma razão -- residem no impulso irreprimível que frequentemente nos assalta de saírmos com a pena a defender a música das mentiras, tranquibérnias e despautérios com que constantemente a aviltam os próprios que se dizem seus servidores, seus sacerdotes, seus entendedores feros e esclarecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Lopes-Graça, &lt;em&gt;Introdução à Música Moderna&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª edição, Lisboa, Cosmos, 1946, pp. 5-6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812526452277074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sujh5NtXf1I/AAAAAAAAH9Y/aonBUqFKPNU/s200/LopesGra%C3%A7a-Introdu%C3%A7aoAMusicaModerna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3087785955835396106?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3087785955835396106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3087785955835396106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3087785955835396106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3087785955835396106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/10/fernando-lopes-graca-tomar-1906-parede.html' title='Fernando Lopes-Graça (Tomar, 1906 - Parede, 1994), INTRODUÇÃO À MÚSICA MODERNA (1942)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SujfT0EidbI/AAAAAAAAH9I/luJlTvPVqmE/s72-c/FernandoLopes-Gra%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2603524093722952226</id><published>2009-10-23T23:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:59:38.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Jorge Letria'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #20 - José Jorge Letria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SuI0cCk62WI/AAAAAAAAH7I/8hjC-wZkwfM/s1600-h/JoseJorgeLetria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395932959875979618" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SuI0cCk62WI/AAAAAAAAH7I/8hjC-wZkwfM/s200/JoseJorgeLetria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A TENTADORA VOZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Passei ontem à porta da casa onde nasci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rés-do-chão, fachada de azulejos verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada no interior me lembrou a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presença naqueles quartos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que foram os da felicidade de meus pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;num tempo austero e inquieto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chamei, mas ninguém respondeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem sequer o eco da minha voz distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inquirindo ventos, marés e estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sobre o destino dos seres amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um homem pode desdobrar-se, multiplicar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até ao limite da imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi o que fiz. E lá estava eu suplicante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao colo da minha avó, a perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se a morte tinha cor e cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e se os lobos da sua aldeia longínqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não eram tão temíveis como os das gravuras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dos livros que me assombravam as noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eram os anos do pós-guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da paz minguada pela tristeza dos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu descia, apertando as mãos dos meus pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até ao centro da vila, e tinha, como sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o mar em frente a chamar por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com a tentadora voz do que não tem nome.&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/836249291361458075-2603524093722952226?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2603524093722952226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2603524093722952226' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2603524093722952226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2603524093722952226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesia-de-cascais-20-jose-jorge-letria.html' title='poesia de cascais #20 - José Jorge Letria'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SuI0cCk62WI/AAAAAAAAH7I/8hjC-wZkwfM/s72-c/JoseJorgeLetria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3017103815169262554</id><published>2009-10-06T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:13:47.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Botelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raul Proença'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guia de Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa do Sol (Câmara Reys)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Câmara Reys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Cortesão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Cascais no Campo da »Seara»: Proença, Cortesão e Reys (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Ssp413pY2HI/AAAAAAAAH0M/UOC5oMPtLiw/s1600-h/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389252770968164466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Ssp413pY2HI/AAAAAAAAH0M/UOC5oMPtLiw/s200/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Bernard Emery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Só há uma maneira de ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cultura -- é fazê-la&lt;/em&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raul Proença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;Venho de percorrer muitos dos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caminhos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, através de hesitações e quedas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre a luz me bateu de frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no rosto. Já me sacrifiquei pelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;homens todos, pela beleza da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida. Posso falar.&lt;/em&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. A &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt;: ou o patriotismo emergente do lodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cascais e o Estoril mereceram algumas linhas a três membros proeminentes da &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt;, que se constituíram ao mesmo tempo como «comissão política» da publicação. Raul Proença (1884-1941), Jaime Cortesão (1884-1960) e Câmara Reys (1885-1961). O primeiro, nas páginas do &lt;em&gt;Guia de Portugal&lt;/em&gt;; o segundo, numa crónica ao seu melhor estilo épico; o último, numa obscura e para nós inexplicável edição de autor, ilustrada por Carlos Botelho. Motivos mais do que suficientes para sobre eles (textos e autores) nos debruçarmos brevemente, dando sequência a uma tentativa de levantamento do património literário cascaense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) &lt;em&gt;Apud &lt;/em&gt;José Rodrigues Miguéis, &lt;em&gt;Uma Flor na Campa de Raul Proença&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Bilbioteca Nacional, 1985, p. 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) «Cartas à Mocidade.I -- Queres ser um homem?», &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 3, Lisboa, 20 de Novembro de 1921, &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;Sottomayor Cardia (ed.), &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova. Antologia. Pela Reforma da República, 1921-1926&lt;/em&gt;, vol. II, Lisboa, Seara Nova, 1972, p. 151.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sol XXI&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 29-30-31, Carcavelos, Jun./Set./Dez. de 1999, p. 96.&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/836249291361458075-3017103815169262554?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3017103815169262554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3017103815169262554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3017103815169262554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3017103815169262554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cascais-no-campo-da-seara-proenca.html' title='Cascais no Campo da »Seara»: Proença, Cortesão e Reys (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Ssp413pY2HI/AAAAAAAAH0M/UOC5oMPtLiw/s72-c/SolXXI29-30-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5891945113611117195</id><published>2009-10-01T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:01:02.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Condes de Castro Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatório do Conservador do Museu-Biblioteca do Conde de Castro Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Varela Aldemira'/><title type='text'>Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, 1974), RELATÓRIO DO CONSERVADOR DO MUSEU-BIBLIOTECA DO CONDE DE CASTRO GUIMARÃES (1943</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SsUkBfiqrZI/AAAAAAAAHv8/o43mKk-9bVs/s1600-h/bdafonsecamccg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752137284038034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SsUkBfiqrZI/AAAAAAAAHv8/o43mKk-9bVs/s200/bdafonsecamccg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nomeado conservador do Museu-Bilbioteca do Conde de Castro Guimarães em 23 de Dezembro de 1941, tomei posse deste cargo em 2 de Janeiro do ano seguinte. A Comissão Administrativa informou-me pormenorizadamente acerca da vida do Museu nos últimos anos, e da orientação geral que conviria dar a certos serviços. Sugeri, então, à Comissão que se fizesse um Regulamento, ficando a meu cargo a elaboração desse projecto, o qual, inspirado em outros estatutos afins, de que é, em grande parte, apenas uma transcrição adaptada aos serviços deste Museu, foi presente à sessão de 5 de Julho de 1942. Foi encarregado da sua revisão o Vogal-Cultural, Sr. Luís Varela Aldemira, que numa das primeiras reuniões a que assistiu, também frisara a necessidade de se elaborar um regulamento, e que o modificou e melhorou em muitos artigos, principalmente na arrumação de certos assuntos, sendo definitivamente aprovado na reunião de 4 de Novembro de 1942, e entrando em vigor nessa data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Branquinho da Fonseca, &lt;em&gt;Relatório do Conservador do Museu-Biblioteca do Conde de Castro Guimarães (1943)&lt;/em&gt;, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1997.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387754769295857362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SsUmasjL1tI/AAAAAAAAHwE/RlE87klTIqQ/s200/bdafonsecarelat%C3%B3rio.jpg" border="0" /&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/836249291361458075-5891945113611117195?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5891945113611117195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5891945113611117195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5891945113611117195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5891945113611117195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/10/branquinho-da-fonseca-mortagua-1905.html' title='Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, 1974), RELATÓRIO DO CONSERVADOR DO MUSEU-BIBLIOTECA DO CONDE DE CASTRO GUIMARÃES (1943'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SsUkBfiqrZI/AAAAAAAAHv8/o43mKk-9bVs/s72-c/bdafonsecamccg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5962119829299404708</id><published>2009-09-14T00:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:48:13.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Através da Poseia Inglesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sócrates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clube Fenianos Portuenses'/><title type='text'>Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 - Porto, 1958), ATRAVÉS DA POESIA INGLESA (1939)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sq1_brGCoQI/AAAAAAAAHns/ellTrTmKdow/s1600-h/lcardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381097243178868994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sq1_brGCoQI/AAAAAAAAHns/ellTrTmKdow/s200/lcardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Conferência proferida no Clube Fenianos Portuenses, em 5 de Agosto de 1938]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senhor Presidente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minhas Senhoras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus Senhores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perguntou alguém um dia a Sócrates, «porque tinha feito uma casa tão pequena»; e o filósofo respondeu, «que bem quisera vê-la cheia de verdadeiros amigos». Esta sala é bastante grande, a quadra estival vai adiantada, convidando mais ao silêncio dos campos, ou ao bulício das ondas, do que a ouvir importunas prelecções, e por isso eu, embora tão longe de Sócrates em todos os sentidos, não posso deixar de ver em V. Ex.as, em todos os presentes -- amigos bem verdadeiros. E quando não tenham vindo aqui por cativante bondade para comigo, mas por interesse pelas letras -- sendo amigos das letras, meus amigos também são. Muito e muito obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luís Cardim, &lt;em&gt;Através da Poesia Innglêsa (Apresentação dalgumas Traduções)&lt;/em&gt;, Porto, Clube Fenianos Portuenses, 1939, p. 5.&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/836249291361458075-5962119829299404708?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5962119829299404708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5962119829299404708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5962119829299404708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5962119829299404708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/09/luis-cardim-cascais-1879-porto-1958.html' title='Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 - Porto, 1958), ATRAVÉS DA POESIA INGLESA (1939)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sq1_brGCoQI/AAAAAAAAHns/ellTrTmKdow/s72-c/lcardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8977502137173144931</id><published>2009-09-13T02:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:35:35.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heródoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vasco Graça Moura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #19 - Vasco Graça Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqxHn15TIKI/AAAAAAAAHms/pDLCYM2hu74/s1600-h/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380754404608778402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqxHn15TIKI/AAAAAAAAHms/pDLCYM2hu74/s200/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqxFhfsgoUI/AAAAAAAAHmk/SjvwQf6vSKo/s1600-h/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;falamos da chuva e da história e das catástrofes, mas eu aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estou, sem renunciar ao meu conforto e nem sequer a alguma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boa consciência, a alguma propensão para o consumo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;europeu e burguês, liberal e decadente, ne du tout fol ne du tout sage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem excessivamente solidário, nem excessivamente cúmplice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tive amores e desamores, amarguras, negligências,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;problematizei, exaltei-me e deprimi-me variamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e uma ordem do mundo é para mim como a colunata de piero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;modulada num espaço da razão: os sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o mais lancinante, o mais prosaico, o mais sublime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tornam-na &lt;em&gt;deste &lt;/em&gt;mundo, apenas dele. e eu persisto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nas minhas contradições e nada vou mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no que não muda. passeio pelas manhãs de cascais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na luz molhada do inverno, e essa é a dimensão salina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;das gaivotas e da maresia nas almas dos que dão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a volta dos tristes junto ao mar, entre heródoto e o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new york review of books. e todavia a música persiste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enlaçando os destinos e o lugares, e vibra em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a trauteio e recuso, reconheço e deslembro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interrompo e retomo, e há marcas na areia fosca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde as ondas se encovam regredindo, e vários pedregulhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lá em baixo, e os limos das coisas indecufráveis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;negros esgorregadios, frisados, repugnantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando vistos de perto na sua hirsuta qualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo se faz dessas recitações, marulhos, roncas e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buzinas a entrarem-me pelo espaço da casa, como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sombras num halo dúbio dos espelhos, tensas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;misturadas memórias a desoras. uma carta no inverno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;também é um golpe de misericórdia, traz clandestinamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vaivéns, contrariedades, resistências, fluxos.&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/836249291361458075-8977502137173144931?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8977502137173144931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8977502137173144931' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8977502137173144931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8977502137173144931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/09/poesia-de-cascais-19-vasco-graca-moura.html' title='poesia de cascais #19 - Vasco Graça Moura'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqxHn15TIKI/AAAAAAAAHms/pDLCYM2hu74/s72-c/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2296751135224634453</id><published>2009-09-12T04:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:13:05.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>vícios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqsStIu58HI/AAAAAAAAHkE/r1Ei9A2b9no/s1600-h/Selo%2Bo%2Bseu%2Bblogue%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bviciante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380414746471821426" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqsStIu58HI/AAAAAAAAHkE/r1Ei9A2b9no/s400/Selo%2Bo%2Bseu%2Bblogue%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bviciante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um abraço à &lt;a href="http://clarices-bichocarpinteiro.blogspot.com/2009/09/atencao-ha-blogues-viciantes-ii.html"&gt;Austeriana&lt;/a&gt;, que já há muito gosta da Caverna.&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/836249291361458075-2296751135224634453?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2296751135224634453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2296751135224634453' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2296751135224634453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2296751135224634453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/09/vicios.html' title='vícios'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SqsStIu58HI/AAAAAAAAHkE/r1Ei9A2b9no/s72-c/Selo%2Bo%2Bseu%2Bblogue%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bviciante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4704872725780953382</id><published>2009-09-10T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:33:21.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José da Cunha Brochado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joana Quental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António da Cunha da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antero de Quental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frei Bartolomeu do Quental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>José da Cunha Brochado na Corte de Luís XIV (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sql5vWGxv8I/AAAAAAAAHjY/c-reKsEFMq4/s1600-h/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379965084165586882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sql5vWGxv8I/AAAAAAAAHjY/c-reKsEFMq4/s200/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Os senhores da nossa terra cuidam que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se obra por interesse para haver despachos e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mercês, e nada por fineza e inclinação natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de brio e honra.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sql5BdG5PMI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/a9J8BGWPjzs/s1600-h/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;José da Cunha Brochado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carta a desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21 de Agosto de 1701&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nascido em Cascais, em 2 de Abril de 1651 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;, filho de António da Cunha da Fonseca, governador do castelo de São Jorge, e de Joana Quental -- cuja possibilidade de parentela como oratoriano Frei Bartolomeu do Quental, remoto antepassado de Antero, foi alvitrada por António Álvaro Dória &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; --, José da Cunha Brochado surge-nos como uma das mais proeminentes figuras dos séculos XVII e XVIII em Portugal, pela qualidade do legado epistolográfico e pelo brilho com que serviu o seu país enquanto diplomata, quase sempre em circunstâncias adversas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; Segundo J. Sousa Mendes*, na introdução a José da Cunha BROCHADO, «Anedotas e Memórias da Corte de França» [1952-57] (&lt;em&gt;Vértice&lt;/em&gt;, vol. XII, n.º 107, Coimbra, Julho de 1952, p. 356), faleceu em Lisboa, em 1735; informação diferente -- m. Sintra, 1733 -- dá-nos José Calvet de Magalhães, «José da Cunha Brochado (1651-1733)», &lt;em&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 2, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1997, p. 161.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; António Álvaro Dória, prefácio a José da Cunha Brochado, &lt;em&gt;Cartas&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Lisboa, Livraria Sà da Costa Editora, 1944, p. VII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Pseudónimo do historiador Luís de Albuquerque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;José da Cunha Brochado na Corte de Luís &lt;/em&gt;XIV, Cascais, edição do autor, 1999, p. 7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4704872725780953382?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4704872725780953382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4704872725780953382' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4704872725780953382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4704872725780953382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/09/jose-da-cunha-brochado-na-corte-de-luis.html' title='José da Cunha Brochado na Corte de Luís XIV (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sql5vWGxv8I/AAAAAAAAHjY/c-reKsEFMq4/s72-c/Alves-JoseDaCunhaBrochadoNaCorteDeLuisXIV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8437147258831535786</id><published>2009-08-16T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:01:18.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu Condes de Castro Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Gaspar Simões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Um escândalo póstumo -- A candidatura de Fernando Pessoa ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca Condes de Castro Guimarães (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SodY20DXfaI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/k17429nd12E/s1600-h/SolXXI26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370358779371552162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SodY20DXfaI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/k17429nd12E/s200/SolXXI26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este período, de acordo com o seu mais conhecido biógrafo, caracterizou-se por uma grande perturbação do foro psíquico. Ao mesmo tempo, era atormentado pela urgência da organização da obra dispersa e inédita, numa corrida contra o tempo, que ele &lt;em&gt;sabia &lt;/em&gt;faltar-lhe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ver João gaspar Simões, &lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa. Breve História da Sua Vida e da Sua Obra&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Difel, 1983, p. 98.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sol XXI&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 24, Caracavelos, Março de 1998, p. 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-8437147258831535786?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8437147258831535786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8437147258831535786' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8437147258831535786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8437147258831535786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-escandalo-postumo-candidatura-de.html' title='Um escândalo póstumo -- A candidatura de Fernando Pessoa ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca Condes de Castro Guimarães (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SodY20DXfaI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/k17429nd12E/s72-c/SolXXI26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2383064819425814521</id><published>2009-08-10T01:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:39:00.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Às Portas da Índia em 1484'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquim Bensaúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. Fountoura da Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cai-Água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vasco Fernandes de Lucena'/><title type='text'>A. Fontoura da Costa (Alpiarça, 1869 - Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - ÀS PORTAS DA ÍNDIA EM 1484 (1935)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às Portas da Índia em 1484*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9klw78JEI/AAAAAAAAHWE/69CdjygLrjs/s1600-h/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119880803165250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9klw78JEI/AAAAAAAAHWE/69CdjygLrjs/s200/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Dois são os marcos miliarios do ciclo dos descobrimentos portuguezes; duas são as balizas especialmente gloriosas que se erguem na rota das Indias: o Cabo Bojador e o Cabo da Boa Esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dobrar o Cabo da Boa Esperança o mesmo era que determinar claramente a forma geographica da Africa e abrir as portas da India a mais felizes navegadores».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Henrique Lopes de Mendonça &lt;/strong&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Bartholomeu Dias e a rota da India&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, 1898, pág. 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; -- Uma oportuna comunicação do professor Eugène Déprez ao Congresso das Ciência Históricas de Varsóvia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, em Setembro de 1933, veio rememorar a debatida questão: «qual o ano em que foram abertas as portas da Índia à armada do Gama?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Os primeiros capítulos devem considerar-se o preâmbulo do último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era indispensável a análise das primeiras viagens do reinado de D. João II. Sem ela não seria possível tratar das &lt;em&gt;hipóteses&lt;/em&gt; que podem explicar a famosa passagem da notável &lt;em&gt;Oração&lt;/em&gt; de Vasco Fernandes de Lucena -- razão deste trabalho. Creio ainda que esta análise, executada por quem praticou no mar, tem também a vantagem de poder encarar determinadas interpretações novas, que vêm rectificar algumas opiniões de vários historiadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;Eugène Déprez&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;Les Portugais et le périple de l'Afrique en 1484 avant Dias &lt;/em&gt;(in &lt;em&gt;Résumés des comunications presentées au Congrès de Varsovie&lt;/em&gt;. Vol. II, pág. 283 à 297). Varsovie, 1933.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devo o conhecimento deste comunicação ao meu ilustre amigo, insigne historiador e admirador de D. João II, Joaquim Bensaúde. A ele devo igualmente o ter-me incitado a escrver este trabalho. os meus respeitosos agradecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9jrMzHJOI/AAAAAAAAHV8/hxr9GuR6nJc/s1600-h/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. Fontoura da Costa, &lt;em&gt;Às Portas da Índia em 1484&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Edições Culturais da Marinha, 1990.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9o-GTGf3I/AAAAAAAAHWM/xCg4SSlvqAA/s1600-h/Costa-AsPortasDaIndiaEm1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124696900829042" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9o-GTGf3I/AAAAAAAAHWM/xCg4SSlvqAA/s200/Costa-AsPortasDaIndiaEm1484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2383064819425814521?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2383064819425814521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2383064819425814521' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2383064819425814521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2383064819425814521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/08/fontoura-da-costa-alpiarca-1869-cai.html' title='A. Fontoura da Costa (Alpiarça, 1869 - Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - ÀS PORTAS DA ÍNDIA EM 1484 (1935)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn9klw78JEI/AAAAAAAAHWE/69CdjygLrjs/s72-c/AbelFontouraDaCosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5912568499046834042</id><published>2009-08-09T02:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:13:38.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>Regata do Atlântico Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn4oxlv6_7I/AAAAAAAAHVk/yS3wk-jjRQs/s1600-h/cartaz_atlantico_azul_com_Essilor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772638284021682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn4oxlv6_7I/AAAAAAAAHVk/yS3wk-jjRQs/s400/cartaz_atlantico_azul_com_Essilor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Caverna abre-se ao &lt;a href="http://atlanticoazul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Atlântico Azul&lt;/a&gt;, um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grande blogue cascarejo. Visitem-no!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-5912568499046834042?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5912568499046834042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5912568499046834042' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5912568499046834042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5912568499046834042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/08/regata-do-atlantico-azul.html' title='Regata do Atlântico Azul'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sn4oxlv6_7I/AAAAAAAAHVk/yS3wk-jjRQs/s72-c/cartaz_atlantico_azul_com_Essilor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4812762229382087092</id><published>2009-08-05T02:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:39:06.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeida Garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viscondessa da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa Montúfar Infante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina Futscher Pereira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi uma ligação tempestuosa. Apesar dos cuidados de ambos, Lisboa era demasiado pequena para que a conseguissem ocultar. Rosa Montúfar tinha também outros amantes, circunstância que provocava em Garrett penosas crises de ciúme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jornal da Costa do Sol&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 1550, Cascais, 22 de Janeiro de 1998, p. 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366287076816442626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SnjhqiBp1QI/AAAAAAAAHTs/7TaCNGx9K0o/s400/AlmeidaGarrettViscondessaDaLuz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravura retirada do magnífico blogue &lt;a href="http://odivino.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;O Divino Almeida Garrett&lt;/a&gt;, de Cristina Futscher Pereira.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4812762229382087092?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4812762229382087092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4812762229382087092' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4812762229382087092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4812762229382087092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-tela-e-uma-sinfonia-para-o-cascais.html' title='Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SnjhqiBp1QI/AAAAAAAAHTs/7TaCNGx9K0o/s72-c/AlmeidaGarrettViscondessaDaLuz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5384227329402195245</id><published>2009-08-01T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:41:28.829+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serra de Sintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Três escritores em tempo de catástrofe: Castro, Zweig e Eliade (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SnOAfqH5SjI/AAAAAAAAHSM/UXULfH_4cJ0/s1600-h/BocadoInferno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364772862500096562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SnOAfqH5SjI/AAAAAAAAHSM/UXULfH_4cJ0/s200/BocadoInferno3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferreira de Castro no Estoril: um &lt;em&gt;intervalo&lt;/em&gt; na obra do escritor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pontos cardeias da geografia de Ferreira de Castro (1898-1974) são a aldeia de Salgueiros (freguesia de Ossela, concelho de Oliveira de Azeméis), onde nasceu; o Brasil amazónico, que formou a sua personalidade; Paris, por razões culturais e políticas; e Sintra, onde jaz, num sopé da serra, e lhe é consagrado um museu monográfico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boca do Inferno, n.º 3, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1998, p.92.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Postado também no &lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ferreira de Castro&lt;/a&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/836249291361458075-5384227329402195245?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5384227329402195245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5384227329402195245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5384227329402195245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5384227329402195245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/08/tres-escritores-em-tempo-de-catastrofe.html' title='Três escritores em tempo de catástrofe: Castro, Zweig e Eliade (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SnOAfqH5SjI/AAAAAAAAHSM/UXULfH_4cJ0/s72-c/BocadoInferno3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9107022577441263479</id><published>2009-07-27T23:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:31:55.147+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lombos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carcavelos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Gomes Ferreira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia de Carcavelos'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #18 - José Gomes Ferreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sm4q0O666GI/AAAAAAAAHQs/Ktltp5t7vds/s1600-h/JoseGomesFerreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271283091630178" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sm4q0O666GI/AAAAAAAAHQs/Ktltp5t7vds/s200/JoseGomesFerreira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tenho uma casa alugada nos Lombos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perto da praia de Carcavelos, onde todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as manhãs convivo com os deuses.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem és?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu que deixaste no céu pegadas de nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e atravessaste o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com pés de espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para depois te perderes no bosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vestida de areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e farrapos de ventanias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem és? Quem és?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Sou eu a acrescentar o mistério do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;farto deste mistério de todos-os-dias.)&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/836249291361458075-9107022577441263479?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9107022577441263479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9107022577441263479' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9107022577441263479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9107022577441263479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poesia-de-cascais-18-jose-gomes.html' title='poesia de cascais #18 - José Gomes Ferreira'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sm4q0O666GI/AAAAAAAAHQs/Ktltp5t7vds/s72-c/JoseGomesFerreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2594733313303136630</id><published>2009-07-23T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:36:46.514+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Álvaro Dória'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José da Cunha Brochado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epistolografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diplomacia'/><title type='text'>José da Cunha Brochado (Cascais, 1651 -- Lisboa, 1733) - CARTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmefbSxAX0I/AAAAAAAAHNg/gJyZJgCGqRI/s1600-h/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361429172650532674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmefbSxAX0I/AAAAAAAAHNg/gJyZJgCGqRI/s200/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRÓLOGO DO AUTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As muitas cartas particulares que fui obrigado a escrever, assistindo em Paris, em resposta das que recebia de pessoas que me honravam com a sua correspondência, ou que escrevia para conservar a sua amizade, ficavam copiadas, sem ordem, em papéis separados, porque a sua matéria não era necessária para justificar a contextura e progresso de alguma negociação recatada em cartas de ofício. Algumas destas cópias se acharam entre os meus papéis, que fiz transcrever neste peqeuno volume, para obedecer às suaves e honradas importunações de alguns amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;José da Cunha Brochado, &lt;em&gt;Cartas&lt;/em&gt;, selecção, prefácio e notas de António Álvaro Dória, Lisboa, Livraria Sá da Costa Editora, 1944, p. LXXIII.&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/836249291361458075-2594733313303136630?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2594733313303136630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2594733313303136630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2594733313303136630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2594733313303136630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/07/jose-da-cunha-brochado-cascais-1651.html' title='José da Cunha Brochado (Cascais, 1651 -- Lisboa, 1733) - CARTAS'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmefbSxAX0I/AAAAAAAAHNg/gJyZJgCGqRI/s72-c/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-7015217449244315391</id><published>2009-07-20T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:52:34.537+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casal da Trindade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Garcez de Lencastre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. Fountoura da Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cai-Água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museu do Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>A. Fontoura da Costa. Um capitão de longo curso na História dos Descobrimentos (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmOvC4MGDZI/AAAAAAAAHLg/NeiTHRiazCw/s1600-h/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360320445478735250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmOvC4MGDZI/AAAAAAAAHLg/NeiTHRiazCw/s200/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apresentação de «A. Fontoura da Costa e a Marinharia dos Descobrimentos», exposição bibliográfica e documental patente no Museu do Mar, entre 18 de Maio e 31 de Outubro de 1997 [policopiado]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma exposição evocativa da figura do historiador e oficial de Marinha Abel Fontoura da Costa justifica-se só por si num espaço como o Museu do Mar. Há, porém, um outro aspecto que muito contribuiu para a realização desta pequena mostra. Fontoura da Costa foi munícipe do concelho de Cascais. A casa que mandou edificar em 1920, e onde viria a falecer -- no "Casal da Trindade", em S. Pedro do Estoril (então, Cai Água), tendo o mar como horizonte, amplo jardim e pomar onde coexistiam pássaros de vária espécies, em gailodos e em liberdade &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; --, serviu em grande parte como local de recolhimento para a elaboração da totalidade da sua obra historiográfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ver Calos Garcez de Lencastre, «Evocando Fontoura da Costa», prefácio a &lt;em&gt;Às Portas da Índia em 1484&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª ed., facsimilada, Lisboa, Edições Culturais da Marinha, 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-7015217449244315391?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/7015217449244315391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=7015217449244315391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7015217449244315391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7015217449244315391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/07/fontoura-da-costa-um-capitao-de-longo.html' title='A. Fontoura da Costa. Um capitão de longo curso na História dos Descobrimentos (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SmOvC4MGDZI/AAAAAAAAHLg/NeiTHRiazCw/s72-c/AFontouraDaCosta-RAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4969917423753319330</id><published>2009-07-11T03:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:31:49.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baía de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delfins'/><title type='text'>música de cascais - Delfins, «Baía de Cascais»</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/SbkQij2hF54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/SbkQij2hF54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbkQij2hF54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbkQij2hF54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4969917423753319330?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4969917423753319330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4969917423753319330' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4969917423753319330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4969917423753319330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/07/musica-de-cascais-delfins-baia-de.html' title='música de cascais - Delfins, «Baía de Cascais»'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4119174266896689453</id><published>2009-07-02T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:15:09.406Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hansa e Portugal na Idade Média'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cai-Água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. H. de Oliveira Marques'/><title type='text'>A. H. de Oliveira Marques (Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1933 - Lisboa, 2007) -- HANSA E PORTUGAL NA IDADE MÉDIA (1959)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Skv1-fd6jRI/AAAAAAAAHDg/SUX78bDDB6g/s1600-h/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353643036007632146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Skv1-fd6jRI/AAAAAAAAHDg/SUX78bDDB6g/s200/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palavras de agradecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seria difícil agradecer a todos aqiueles que nos auxiliaram na execução e conclusão deste trabalho, que fornecendo-nos elementos bibliográficos ou arquivísticos, quer sugerindo-nos hipóteses ou modificações, quer ainda ajudando-nos, por um incitamento, uma palavra amiga, um simples testemunho de apoio moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hansa e Portugal na Idade Média&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª edição, Lisboa, Editorial Presença, 1993, p. 9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353644912177612098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Skv3rsvshUI/AAAAAAAAHDo/ziZEs6smoLA/s200/Marques-HansaEPortugalNaIdadeMedia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4119174266896689453?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4119174266896689453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4119174266896689453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4119174266896689453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4119174266896689453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/07/h-de-oliveira-marques-cai-agua-s-pedro.html' title='A. H. de Oliveira Marques (Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1933 - Lisboa, 2007) -- HANSA E PORTUGAL NA IDADE MÉDIA (1959)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Skv1-fd6jRI/AAAAAAAAHDg/SUX78bDDB6g/s72-c/AHdeOliveiraMarques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1192112263649090733</id><published>2009-06-29T02:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:41:15.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xenófanes de Cólofon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guincho'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #17 - Fernando Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SkgbFl_d4kI/AAAAAAAAHCY/5wyqaF2OxBk/s1600-h/fernandograde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352557940041441858" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SkgbFl_d4kI/AAAAAAAAHCY/5wyqaF2OxBk/s200/fernandograde.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SkgZ5bqWnKI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/1R8m3B3oh-o/s1600-h/fernandograde.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUTÉCIA OU LUTH NO OUTRO VENTO DO GUINCHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Arte Maior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Não é justo antepor à sabedoria a mera força corpórea.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Xenófanes de Cólofon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No fogo dos nervos, ao ranger dos ventos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos os rostos são de palha em plena tarde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os olhos de malva ficaram cinzentos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o que foi gaivota torna-se leopardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Queima os pulsos, foge de noite, ou esquece-a...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Ouço uma voz lenta, ao longe nos sargaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas no sangue sinto a boca de Lutécia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No bojo do seu corpo tenho os meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como escapar (rápido) à fúria da foca?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pego em pedras, não, rasgo-lhe o púbis, cego-a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dispo-a, brutal, sim, com facas na boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos beijos fumados entre o lince e a égua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os olhos malvinos são (de novo) balas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- E o nojo de Luth vai dentro das malas.&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/836249291361458075-1192112263649090733?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1192112263649090733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1192112263649090733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1192112263649090733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1192112263649090733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/06/poesia-de-cascais-19-fernando-grade.html' title='poesia de cascais #17 - Fernando Grade'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SkgbFl_d4kI/AAAAAAAAHCY/5wyqaF2OxBk/s72-c/fernandograde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6112265664125472341</id><published>2009-06-21T05:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:08:24.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Problemas do Hamlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epistolografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Quintela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Nobre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Sete cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sj2xEvLrVdI/AAAAAAAAG4w/ELIlCkQu0X0/s1600-h/bdoi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349626627329054162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sj2xEvLrVdI/AAAAAAAAG4w/ELIlCkQu0X0/s200/bdoi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Esta crítica foi causa próxima de um ensaio de Luís Cardim, publicado também na &lt;em&gt;Seara&lt;/em&gt;, durante cinco números, entre 16 de Abril e 24 de Maio desse ano, sob o titulo «É o Hamlet representável?», posteriormente editado em volume, ligeiramente aumentado e com outro título: &lt;em&gt;Os Problemas do «Hamlet» e as suas dificuldades cénicas. (A propósito do filme de Sir Laurence Olivier)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, 1949 -- facto que a publicação anuncia em manchete (manchete ao estilo da &lt;em&gt;Seara&lt;/em&gt;, claro está...), saudando o autor: «incontestavelmente a nossa primeira autoridade em língua e literatura inglesa, como o Dr. Paulo Quintela o é para a língua e literatura alemã.»&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) 25 de Junho de 1949. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 1, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1996, p. 95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Postado também no &lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ferreira de Castro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-6112265664125472341?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6112265664125472341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6112265664125472341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6112265664125472341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6112265664125472341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sete-cartas-de-luis-cardim-roberto.html' title='Sete cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (2)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sj2xEvLrVdI/AAAAAAAAG4w/ELIlCkQu0X0/s72-c/bdoi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3900154900137060341</id><published>2009-06-11T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:50:13.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Lopes-Graça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sobre a Evolução das Formas Musicais'/><title type='text'>Fernando Lopes-Graça (Tomar, 1906 - Parede, 1994), SOBRE A EVOLUÇÃO DAS FORMAS MUSICAIS (1940)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SjBWpB6-N8I/AAAAAAAAGz4/nHm_9II8WqU/s1600-h/lopes_graca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345868020579186626" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SjBWpB6-N8I/AAAAAAAAGz4/nHm_9II8WqU/s200/lopes_graca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PREFÁCIO DA 2.ª EDIÇÃO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Publicado pela primeira vez faz dezanove anos, este livrinho teve a fortuna de ser bem acolhido tanto em Portugal como no Brasil, e há muito se achava esgotado. A ideia do seu editor de o reiprimir corresponde a uma penhorante solicitação do público. O autor achou conveniente fazer, não uma refundição, mas uma revisão do seu trabalho, expurgando-o de alguns erros, de certas imprecisões na exposição, e acrescentando-lhe, por outro lado, meia dúzia de linhas sobre os novíssimos aspectos que a matéria versada reveste. Uma sumária e talvez útil Bibliografia completa o ensaio -- título porventura ambicioso para um escrito que não pretende à originalidade, mas visa sobretudo um fim pedagógico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lisboa, Maio de 1959&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F.L.G.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INTRODUÇÃO:&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDERAÇÕES GERAIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De todas as ideias filosóficas modernas, uma das mais espalhadas, mas também das mais perigosas, pelo seu abusivo emprego, é sem dúvida a de progresso. Justa e plenamente aceitável quando se trate das conquistas materiais e mesmo das relações sociais do homem, é todavia de melindrosíssimo uso quando aplicada às coisas do espírito e, mormente, à Arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Lopes-Graça, &lt;em&gt;Sobre a Evolução das Formas Musicias&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª edição, Lisboa, Editorial Inquérito, 1959, pp. 9/11.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345867837246733794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SjBWeW9G_eI/AAAAAAAAGzw/lL-x2xb5QiY/s200/LopesGra%C3%A7a-SobreAEvolu%C3%A7aoDasFormasMusicais.jpg" border="0" /&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/836249291361458075-3900154900137060341?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3900154900137060341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3900154900137060341' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3900154900137060341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3900154900137060341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/06/fernando-lopes-graca-tomar-1906-parede.html' title='Fernando Lopes-Graça (Tomar, 1906 - Parede, 1994), SOBRE A EVOLUÇÃO DAS FORMAS MUSICAIS (1940)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SjBWpB6-N8I/AAAAAAAAGz4/nHm_9II8WqU/s72-c/lopes_graca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3867119354270896366</id><published>2009-05-31T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:38:08.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge de Sena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #16 - Jorge de Sena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SiMGWS0dxSI/AAAAAAAAGvI/7yos53vkERk/s1600-h/JorgeDeSena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342120563070321954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SiMGWS0dxSI/AAAAAAAAGvI/7yos53vkERk/s200/JorgeDeSena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«SOPHIA DA MONARQUIA...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sophia da monarquia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofia republicana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recebi a antologia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corrigida e ampliada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com sua dedicatória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de antiga amizade grada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em que me anotas a história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e para a História registas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que em Creta tu te banhaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no esplendor da maresia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com o meu velho Minotauro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Creta, com o Minotauro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por onde andamos, Sophia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que outros poetas se banhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em Estorises e Cascáises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de água turva lusitana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nós as ilhas da Grécia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nós a fonte do dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nós o leite que mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de ser-se sofia e Sophia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13/10/1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3867119354270896366?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3867119354270896366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3867119354270896366' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3867119354270896366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3867119354270896366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poesia-de-cascais-16-jorge-de-sena.html' title='poesia de cascais #16 - Jorge de Sena'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SiMGWS0dxSI/AAAAAAAAGvI/7yos53vkERk/s72-c/JorgeDeSena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2449896105945442595</id><published>2009-05-24T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:01:07.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Barão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malveira da Serra'/><title type='text'>Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, 1974) - O BARÃO (1942)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/ShiYAQTqZMI/AAAAAAAAGqI/j0IkPw93yvo/s1600-h/bdafonsecamccg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339184488392582338" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/ShiYAQTqZMI/AAAAAAAAGqI/j0IkPw93yvo/s200/bdafonsecamccg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não gosto de viajar. Mas sou inspector das escolas de instrução primária e tenho obrigação de correr constantemente todo o país. Ando no caminho da bela aventura, da sensação nova e feliz, como um cavaleiro andante. Na verdade lembro-me de alguns momentos agradáveis, de que tenho saudades, e espero ainda encontrar outros que me deixem novas saudades. É uma instabilidade de eterna juventude, com perspectivas e horizontes sempre novos. Mas não gosto de viajar. Talvez só por ser uma obrigação e as obrigações não darem prazer. Entusiasmo-me com a beleza das paisagens, que valem como pessoas, e tive já uma grande curiosidade pelos tipos rácicos, pelos costumes, e pela diferença de mentalidade do povo de região para região. Num país tão pequeno, é estranhável tal diversidade. Porém não sou etnógrafo, nem folclorista, nem estudioso de nenhum desses aspectos e logo me desinteresso. Seja pelo que for, não gosto de viajar. Já pensei em pedir a demissão. Mas é difícil arranjar outro emprego equivalente a este nos vencimentos. Ganho dois mil escudos e tenho passe nos comboios, além das ajudas de custo. Como vivo sozinho, é suficiente para as minhas necessidades. Posso fazer algumas economias e, durante o mês de licença que o Ministério me dá todos os anos, poderia ir ao estrangeiro. Mas não vou. Não posso. Durante esse mês quero estar quieto, parado, preciso de estar o mais parado possível. Acordar todas essas trinta manhãs no meu quarto! Ver durante trinta dias seguidos a mesma rua! Ir ao mesmo café, encontrar as mesmas pessoas!... Se soubessem como é bom! Como dá uma calma interior e como as ideias adquirem continuidade e nitidez! Para pensar &lt;em&gt;bem &lt;/em&gt;é preciso estar quieto. Talvez depois também cansasse, mas a Natureza exige certa monotonia. As árvores não podem mexer-se. E os animais só por necessidade física, de alimento ou de clima, devem sair da sua região. Acerca disto tenho ideias claras e uma experiência definitiva. É até, talvez, a única coisa sobre que tenho ideias firmes e uma experiência suficiente. Mas não vou filosofar; vou contar a minha viagem à serra do Barroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339188557506502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/ShibtG8BX8I/AAAAAAAAGqQ/DGrLA6K-llo/s200/Fonseca-OBarao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Barão&lt;/em&gt;, 4.ª edição, Lisboa, Portugália Editora, s. d., pp. 9-12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2449896105945442595?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2449896105945442595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2449896105945442595' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2449896105945442595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2449896105945442595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/05/branquinho-da-fonseca-mortagua-1905.html' title='Branquinho da Fonseca (Mortágua, 1905 - Malveira da Serra, 1974) - O BARÃO (1942)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/ShiYAQTqZMI/AAAAAAAAGqI/j0IkPw93yvo/s72-c/bdafonsecamccg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2132299092998171142</id><published>2009-05-02T02:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:36:26.039+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desenho'/><title type='text'>Obrigado, T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sfuihfiz4aI/AAAAAAAAGiw/hiq8i1_Z23E/s1600-h/Barker-Cascais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331033280210002338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sfuihfiz4aI/AAAAAAAAGiw/hiq8i1_Z23E/s400/Barker-Cascais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A T, dos &lt;a href="http://diasquevoam.blogspot.com/2009/05/cascais-para-o-raa.html"&gt;Dias que Voam &lt;/a&gt;, é sempre de grande generosidade. Já me presenteou várias vezes, tanto na Caverna como no &lt;a href="http://ferreiradecastro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ferreira de Castro  &lt;/a&gt;. Agora foi este desenho de Barker, um artista que desconheço, um dos muitos e excelentes que tem publicado. Não percam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2132299092998171142?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2132299092998171142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2132299092998171142' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2132299092998171142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2132299092998171142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/05/obrigado-t.html' title='Obrigado, T'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sfuihfiz4aI/AAAAAAAAGiw/hiq8i1_Z23E/s72-c/Barker-Cascais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5058498393075509389</id><published>2009-04-19T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:58:01.616+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário Avelar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catedral do rock'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #15 - Mário Avelar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SetlBFjIcAI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/WrVWau_H5eU/s1600-h/MarioAvelar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326462053639548930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SetlBFjIcAI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/WrVWau_H5eU/s200/MarioAvelar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SethMGlqFTI/AAAAAAAAGdI/XB3pZ-EkY6Y/s1600-h/MarioAvelar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a Jorge Vaz de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meditação 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas 1.26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Ao sexto mês, o anjo Gabriel foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enviado por Deus a uma cidade da Galileia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chamada Nazaré&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... A caixa de música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junto ao velho muro divago p'la casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reconstruo passo a passo seus percursos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um sopro. &lt;em&gt;Por favor, fala comigo&lt;/em&gt;. Please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just talk to me... A voz de Gabriel levando-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para longe: Cascais, o remoto verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quente de 75. Mês d'Agosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talvez. &lt;em&gt;O povo está com o M.F.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A rajada de G3... para o ar, diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com gestos o alferes. Distante, nas tábuas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um velho cai de joelhos: a caixa de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;música. Singulares fumos e odores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;envolvem o infante. Feixes de luz cruzam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o espaço dominado pela voz de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel, um irmão, sob o signo do Touro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-5058498393075509389?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058498393075509389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5058498393075509389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5058498393075509389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5058498393075509389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-de-cascais-15-mario-avelar.html' title='poesia de cascais #15 - Mário Avelar'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SetlBFjIcAI/AAAAAAAAGdQ/WrVWau_H5eU/s72-c/MarioAvelar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2582522435981354573</id><published>2009-04-19T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:12:00.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecção de Camões nas Letras Inglesas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><title type='text'>Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 - Porto, 1958), PROJECÇÃO DE CAMÕES NAS LETRAS INGLESAS (1940)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SepcTIejuQI/AAAAAAAAGc4/QVF0X_5jRNg/s1600-h/LuisCardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326170993081956610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SepcTIejuQI/AAAAAAAAGc4/QVF0X_5jRNg/s200/LuisCardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PALAVRAS PRÉVIAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O presente trabalho é constituído pela adaptação a &lt;em&gt;Caderno Cultural &lt;/em&gt;duma conferência realizada, em Agosto de 1939, no Curso de Férias da Faculdade de Letras de Lisboa, por muito amável e honroso convite da sua ilustre Comissão Directiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luís Cardim, &lt;em&gt;Projecção de Camões nas Letras Inglesas&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Editorial Inquérito, 1940.&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/836249291361458075-2582522435981354573?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2582522435981354573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2582522435981354573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2582522435981354573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2582522435981354573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/04/luis-cardim-cascais-1879-porto-1958.html' title='Luís Cardim (Cascais, 1879 - Porto, 1958), PROJECÇÃO DE CAMÕES NAS LETRAS INGLESAS (1940)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SepcTIejuQI/AAAAAAAAGc4/QVF0X_5jRNg/s72-c/LuisCardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4267677576966090147</id><published>2009-04-17T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:30:41.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leote do Rego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cidadela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardino Machado'/><title type='text'>Bernardino Machado na Cidadela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/See-MqBWE-I/AAAAAAAAGcM/fhPuovIbha4/s1600-h/Cidadela%2Bde%2BCascais%2B-%2BMar%25C3%25A7o%2B1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325434209036538850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/See-MqBWE-I/AAAAAAAAGcM/fhPuovIbha4/s400/Cidadela%2Bde%2BCascais%2B-%2BMar%25C3%25A7o%2B1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No blogue dedicado a &lt;a href="http://manuel-bernardinomachado.blogspot.com/2009/04/bernardino-machado-na-primeira.html"&gt;Bernardino Machado&lt;/a&gt;, de Manuel Sá-Marques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto de 1917, Bernardino com Norton de Matos e Leote do Rego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4267677576966090147?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4267677576966090147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4267677576966090147' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4267677576966090147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4267677576966090147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bernardino-machado-na-cidadela.html' title='Bernardino Machado na Cidadela'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/See-MqBWE-I/AAAAAAAAGcM/fhPuovIbha4/s72-c/Cidadela%2Bde%2BCascais%2B-%2BMar%25C3%25A7o%2B1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-960990524532218732</id><published>2009-04-14T02:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:37:54.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternidade (Almada Negreiros)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almada Negreiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria José Almada Negeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Affonso'/><title type='text'>Almada Negreiros, MATERNIDADE (1948)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SePl54Z36bI/AAAAAAAAGa0/3ye3r99F6pw/s1600-h/AlmadaNegreiros-Maternidade3-Estoril-Bicesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324351967038269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SePl54Z36bI/AAAAAAAAGa0/3ye3r99F6pw/s400/AlmadaNegreiros-Maternidade3-Estoril-Bicesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Nos desenhos da Maternidade, o menino transforma-se num pássaro, num mosquito, numa coisa, desfeito em brinquedo nas mãos da mãe. No fim já é só um frangalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Onde é que foram feitos os desenhos da Maternidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Os desenhos da Maternidade foram feitos em Bicesse, num dia entre as 10 da manhã e as 8 da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para mim foi uma coisa maravilhosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desceu a rir a escada do quarto que vem a dar à sala. Vinha muito bem-disposto, com uma resma de papel debaixo do braço: «Olha, diz, para me trazerem o pequeno-almoço e que mo ponham na mesa de pedra.» Era ali, naquela mesa de mó de moinho que ele gostava de tomar o pequeno-almoço no Verão. Tomou o pequeno-almoço, pôs de lado o tabuleiro e começou a desenhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois veio o almoço. Voltou-se a tirar os papéis, comemos, acabámos e voltou ao desenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois veio o lanche e voltou até à noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não assinou, pôs só 48, foi em Agosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria José Almada Negreiros, &lt;em&gt;Conversas com Sarah Affonso&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª edição, Lisboa, o jornal, 1985, pp. 150-151.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354955111316322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SePonz2AO2I/AAAAAAAAGa8/6B18U4zU2KQ/s200/AlmadaNegreiros-Maternidade.jpg" border="0" /&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/836249291361458075-960990524532218732?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/960990524532218732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=960990524532218732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/960990524532218732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/960990524532218732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/04/almada-negreiros-maternidade-1948.html' title='Almada Negreiros, MATERNIDADE (1948)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SePl54Z36bI/AAAAAAAAGa0/3ye3r99F6pw/s72-c/AlmadaNegreiros-Maternidade3-Estoril-Bicesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6366237677236897941</id><published>2009-04-09T03:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:22:05.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Areias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Graça de Abreu'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #14 - António Graça de Abreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sd1bXNQXY7I/AAAAAAAAGYc/43RfhZCzUH0/s1600-h/AntonioGra%C3%A7aDeAbreu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322510788875215794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sd1bXNQXY7I/AAAAAAAAGYc/43RfhZCzUH0/s200/AntonioGra%C3%A7aDeAbreu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outono, na casa das Areias, S. Pedro do Estoril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de uma noite de chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo claro e limpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A buganvília, as árvores pequenas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada uma com a sua seiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os pardais, os melros negros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada um com o seu trinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os insectos, as moscas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada uma com o seu voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por baixo, insondável a grandeza da terra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por cima, infinita a altura do céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fácil, entrever a aparência das coisas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;difícil, penetrar na essência do todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-6366237677236897941?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6366237677236897941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6366237677236897941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6366237677236897941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6366237677236897941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-de-cascais-14-antonio-graca-de.html' title='poesia de cascais #14 - António Graça de Abreu'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/Sd1bXNQXY7I/AAAAAAAAGYc/43RfhZCzUH0/s72-c/AntonioGra%C3%A7aDeAbreu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6237717922736422326</id><published>2009-03-27T00:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:33:01.623Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grupo Dramático e Sportivo de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catedral do rock'/><title type='text'>Sons da Catedral - Nirvana, «Rape Me»</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/bKP1VKQHrIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/bKP1VKQHrIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKP1VKQHrIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKP1VKQHrIQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os Nirvana no Pavilhão (do Dramático), em 2 de Junho de 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-6237717922736422326?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6237717922736422326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6237717922736422326' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6237717922736422326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6237717922736422326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sons-da-catedral-nirvana-rape-me.html' title='Sons da Catedral - 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Pedro do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. Fountoura da Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cai-Água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Evolução da Pilotagem em Portugal'/><title type='text'>A. FONTOURA DA COSTA (Alpiarça, 1869 - Cai-Água / S. Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - A EVOLUÇÃO DA PILOTAGEM EM PORTUGAL (1931)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbsRiuDLxNI/AAAAAAAAGJg/p5V3U02nhkU/s1600-h/AFontouraDaCosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859473588241618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbsRiuDLxNI/AAAAAAAAGJg/p5V3U02nhkU/s200/AFontouraDaCosta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Discurso lido na sessão inaugural da abertura das aulas da Escola Naval, no dia 11 de Outubro de 1930. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senhor Presidente da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus Senhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camaradas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sendo hoje a primeira vez que se reaiza uma sessão inagural da abertura das aulas da &lt;em&gt;Escola Naval&lt;/em&gt;, na vigência do regimen republicano, é justo que comece por prestar a mais sincera e saudosa homenagem aos ilustres professores que abandonaram o magistério após o anos de 1910.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. Fontoura da Costa, &lt;em&gt;A Evolução da Pilotagem em Portugal&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Imprensa da Armada, 1931, p. 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbsVy81YL0I/AAAAAAAAGJo/F96YnGVK4EU/s1600-h/Costa-AEvolu%C3%A7aoDaPilotagemEmPortugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312864150481284930" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbsVy81YL0I/AAAAAAAAGJo/F96YnGVK4EU/s200/Costa-AEvolu%C3%A7aoDaPilotagemEmPortugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-9068015787895831528?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9068015787895831528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9068015787895831528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9068015787895831528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9068015787895831528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/03/fontoura-da-costa-alpiarca-1869-cai.html' title='A. 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Pedro do Estoril, 1940) - A EVOLUÇÃO DA PILOTAGEM EM PORTUGAL (1931)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbsRiuDLxNI/AAAAAAAAGJg/p5V3U02nhkU/s72-c/AFontouraDaCosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1395130214867043280</id><published>2009-03-08T23:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:23:25.570Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pescadores'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #12 - Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbRSwRS_ScI/AAAAAAAAGII/HZLwTJKtjZA/s1600-h/FiamaHassePaisBrandao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310960849806903746" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbRSwRS_ScI/AAAAAAAAGII/HZLwTJKtjZA/s200/FiamaHassePaisBrandao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DA COSTA DE CASCAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui, na orla do mar, as cruzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são sinais de pescadores perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no fundo, mortos, quando buscam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o sal da vida. Em vez de a sua força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fazer ceder a vaga sob o anzol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é a força do mar ou a paixão da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- arquejante e morta --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que os puxa para um purgatório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de água revolta e de limos.&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/836249291361458075-1395130214867043280?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1395130214867043280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1395130214867043280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1395130214867043280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1395130214867043280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/03/poesia-de-cascais-12-fiama-hasse-pais.html' title='poesia de cascais #12 - Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SbRSwRS_ScI/AAAAAAAAGII/HZLwTJKtjZA/s72-c/FiamaHassePaisBrandao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4872742900377029518</id><published>2009-02-24T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:29:21.273Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José da Cunha Brochado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mendes dos Remédios'/><title type='text'>JOSÉ DA CUNHA BROCHADO (Cascais, 1651 - Lisboa, 1733) - "Embaixador mesquinho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaQox-3Jh2I/AAAAAAAAGB0/be5xd-68Gfs/s1600-h/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306411100102297442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaQox-3Jh2I/AAAAAAAAGB0/be5xd-68Gfs/s200/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resolvendo a Rainha D. Catarina voltar para Portugal depois da última revolução de Inglaterra mandou El-Rei o Conde de Pontevel para a conduzir em qualidade de Embaixador a quem deu grossas ajudas de custo. Partiu ele de Lisboa, e segundo dizem com muito pobre equipagem, e de nenhum modo em grande Senhor. Chegando a Orleães encontrou a Manuel Dias, Capelão da Rainha, que trazia ordem para o fazer voltar para Portugal, por quanto S. Mag.de não podia por então sair de Inglaterra a que o Conde replicou, que ele havia de fazer a sua jornada, e dela não havia de desistir sem ordem do seu Rei. Instou o Padre com as mais fortes razões, que pôde, mostrando uma carta expressa da Rainha, e sendo esta circunstância notavelmente diversificante do estado das cousas, e que ele ao menos devia fazer presente ao seu Príncipe para com a sua resolução continuar a jornada, ou voltar-se, nada obrou, e porfiosamente propôs segui-la, dando a entender que não queria perder a jóia, e utilidades, que esperava tirar desta função. [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memorias de José da Cunha Brochado Extrahidas das Suas Obras Ineditas por Mendes dos &lt;/em&gt;Remedios, Coimbra, França Amado Editor, 1909, p. 1; edição fac-similada, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1996.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306416754467764370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaQt7HA7eJI/AAAAAAAAGB8/MWBqJ8akNlw/s200/Remedios-MemoriasDeJoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4872742900377029518?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4872742900377029518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4872742900377029518' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4872742900377029518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4872742900377029518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/02/jose-da-cunha-brochado-cascais-1651.html' title='JOSÉ DA CUNHA BROCHADO (Cascais, 1651 - Lisboa, 1733) - &quot;Embaixador mesquinho&quot;'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaQox-3Jh2I/AAAAAAAAGB0/be5xd-68Gfs/s72-c/JoseDaCunhaBrochado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1355880148800484697</id><published>2009-02-21T23:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:44:23.719Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vergílio Ferreira'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Vergílio Ferreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaCQxopYq1I/AAAAAAAAGAM/HXCNNXUdT5o/s1600-h/VergilioFerreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305399543441435474" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaCQxopYq1I/AAAAAAAAGAM/HXCNNXUdT5o/s200/VergilioFerreira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Havia damas que nunca se viam na rua. Vira-as ele, Chico, fumando e bebendo no Estoril. Évora era a Queresma e Lisboa o Carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vergílio Ferreira, &lt;em&gt;Aparição&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Editorial Verbo, 1971, p. 31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-1355880148800484697?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1355880148800484697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1355880148800484697' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1355880148800484697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1355880148800484697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/02/linhas-de-cascais-vergilio-ferreira.html' title='linhas de cascais - Vergílio Ferreira'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SaCQxopYq1I/AAAAAAAAGAM/HXCNNXUdT5o/s72-c/VergilioFerreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-7339059498771922416</id><published>2009-02-21T02:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:53:48.696Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almada Negreiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria José Almada Negeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Affonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Pessoa em Bicesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZ9ruolAkmI/AAAAAAAAF_c/EqUOwlJxqmM/s1600-h/AlmadaNegreiros-FernandoPessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305077334976533090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZ9ruolAkmI/AAAAAAAAF_c/EqUOwlJxqmM/s200/AlmadaNegreiros-FernandoPessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -- O quadro do Fernando Pessoa foi feito aqui em Bicesse, no atelier do pinhal, não foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria José Almada Negreiros, &lt;em&gt;Conversas com Sarah Affonso&lt;/em&gt;, 2.ª edição, Lisboa, O Jornal, 1985, p. 82. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-7339059498771922416?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/7339059498771922416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=7339059498771922416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7339059498771922416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/7339059498771922416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/02/pessoa-em-bicesse.html' title='Pessoa em Bicesse'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZ9ruolAkmI/AAAAAAAAF_c/EqUOwlJxqmM/s72-c/AlmadaNegreiros-FernandoPessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1271049969456520982</id><published>2009-02-18T22:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:36:18.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assis Esperança'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Assis Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZyMmifP4uI/AAAAAAAAF-c/5pbmdUh1_CE/s1600-h/aesperan%C3%A7anobretonel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304269054856389346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZyMmifP4uI/AAAAAAAAF-c/5pbmdUh1_CE/s200/aesperan%C3%A7anobretonel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O paquete passa à vista de Cascais, numa manhã de sol radioso. No &lt;em&gt;deck&lt;/em&gt;, ao lado de Rui, um grupo de ingleses prepara os &lt;em&gt;kodaks&lt;/em&gt;; mais além, um sujeito de calva luzidia demonstra a uma senhora magrizela e empoada de rosto, que o seu guia era incompletíssimo, não assinalando, um a um, todos os pequenos aglomerados de casaria que bordam as margens do rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assis Esperança, «O homem que perdeu o passado», &lt;em&gt;O Dilúvio&lt;/em&gt;, Lisboa, Sociedade Contemporânea de Autores, 1932, p. 129.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-1271049969456520982?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1271049969456520982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1271049969456520982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1271049969456520982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1271049969456520982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/02/linhas-de-cascais-assis-esperanca.html' title='linhas de cascais - Assis Esperança'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZyMmifP4uI/AAAAAAAAF-c/5pbmdUh1_CE/s72-c/aesperan%C3%A7anobretonel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9065837507546691509</id><published>2009-02-14T01:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:49:47.512Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. João do Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria José de Lancastre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António Quadros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Miguel Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonio Tabucchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuela Nogueira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Afonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henriqueta Rosa Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Um escândalo póstumo - A candidatura de Fernando Pessoa ao lugar de conservador do Museu-Biblioteca Condes de Castro Guimarães (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZYbsTGZk8I/AAAAAAAAF7s/2eiw0WoryEw/s1600-h/FernandoPessoa-Estoril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302456059130647490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SZYbsTGZk8I/AAAAAAAAF7s/2eiw0WoryEw/s200/FernandoPessoa-Estoril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado em &lt;em&gt;Sol XXI&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 24, Carcavelos, Março de 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cascais, disse Pessoa, que belo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sítio, eu também lá passei alguns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antonio Tabucchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os Últimos Três Dias de Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1933, Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935) fez-se fotografar em S. João do Estoril, na casa de sua meia-irmã Henriqueta Madalena Rosa Dias, mulher do coronel Caetano Dias, com quem o poeta dirigiu a &lt;em&gt;Revista de Comércio e Contabilidade &lt;/em&gt;(1926) (1). Precocemente envelhecido, está junto da família, com uma &lt;em&gt;normal &lt;/em&gt;dimensão humana. Prestamos especial atenção aos sobrinhos, Maria Manuela (Lili) e Luís Miguel, aos quais dedicou um terno afecto, comprovado pela iconografia, bem como pelos &lt;em&gt;Poemas para Lili&lt;/em&gt; -- um dos quais, «No comboio descendente», foi popularizado por José Afonso. (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) Conhecem-se mais dois registos fotográficos no mesmo local, datados de 1934 ou 35. Ver Maria José de Lancastre, &lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa. Uma Fotobiografia&lt;/em&gt;, s. ed., Lisboa, Quetzal Editores, 1996, pp. 267, 269 e 284.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) Numa entrevista ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JL-Jornal de Letras, Artes e Ideias&lt;/em&gt;, por ocasião do cinquentenário da morte de Pessoa, concedida a Maria Ivone Ornellas de Andrade, Henriqueta Madalena aludiu ao relacionamento de camaradagem que mantinham tio e sobrinhos: «Davam-se muito bem. Ele tinha uma paciência infinita. A Maria Manuela, só então Lili, brincava com ele de barbeiro e de manicura. Divertiam-se muito. O Luís miguel, embora pequeniníssimo, também entrava nas brincadeiras. O Fernando adorava fazer surpresas: costumava trazer sempre um presentinho para a minha filha, que escondia debaixo do guardanapo.» Cit. por &lt;em&gt;Apud &lt;/em&gt;Fernando Pessoa, &lt;em&gt;Escritos Íntimos. Cartras e Páginas Autobiográficas&lt;/em&gt;, introduções, organização e notas de António Quadros, Mem Martins, Publicações Europa-América, 1986, p. 257.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-9065837507546691509?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9065837507546691509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9065837507546691509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SY9uf5Xpk6I/AAAAAAAAF5U/MdOA51IOprE/s200/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lavadeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na estrada velha, perto de minha casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há um lavadouro de arcadas azuis. vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;às vezes, as mulheres lavando a roupa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma ou duas, não mais, pela manhã, de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeans &lt;/em&gt;e camisola, raramente de lenço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na cabeça, raramente olhando para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os carros que passam. como o almada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;negreiros tinha casa ali perto, pergunto-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-me se não será ainda uma representação do tipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gare marítima de alcântara, como a nau catrineta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o conde ninho, outra coisa qualquer do romanceiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esfregada entre água fria e detergente, apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para a cor local do sítio de bicesse, enquanto, de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;certeza, as mulheres ouvem a lambada, o &lt;em&gt;rap&lt;/em&gt;, alguma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rumba antiga ou cantarolam os indicativos dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anúncios radiofónicos mais estúpidos do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e os carros passam e repassam, apertando a curva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alguns desenhos do alamada poderiam explicá-las,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no ritmo íntimo do corpo, mas já sem arabesco integrador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de uma sucessão de gestos na memória colectiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas já sem colorido, já sem alegria ou tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apenas como banalidade pobre do sítio de bicesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atafulhando sacos de plá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stico com a roupa, e faça sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou chuva, para alguém continuar de mãos gretadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SY9uf5Xpk6I/AAAAAAAAF5U/MdOA51IOprE/s72-c/VascoGra%C3%A7aMoura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4872495141295385081</id><published>2009-01-18T23:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:43:41.479Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herberto Helder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ornette Coleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi Condinho'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #10 - Levi Condinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SXO-JONDKhI/AAAAAAAAFt8/hUPpTfJQnfY/s1600-h/LeviCondinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783052731394578" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SXO-JONDKhI/AAAAAAAAFt8/hUPpTfJQnfY/s200/LeviCondinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SXO84lCWwDI/AAAAAAAAFt0/Nys4cZXowHA/s1600-h/LeviCondinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEVANEIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Tentações de Santo Antão do Bosch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nas Janelas Verdes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Ornette Coleman em Cascais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós fornicando na mata do Cabeço de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Quintelas bêbado a beijar todos os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pierrot-le-Fou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijar bocas de mulher por aí fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade Herberto Helder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cesário Verde José Gomes Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul Éluard etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Suzete a sorrir-me ao balcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do Banco na Marinha Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canto Gregoriano à meia noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frente a uma garrafa de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha avó a dizer-me que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o Django Reinhaardt era a música do demónio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- tinha eu 16 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O António Serafim a descrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma caldeirada no Montijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porra que não vou ser capaz de morrer&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/836249291361458075-4872495141295385081?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4872495141295385081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4872495141295385081' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4872495141295385081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4872495141295385081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/01/poesia-de-cascais-10-levi-condinho.html' title='poesia de cascais #10 - Levi Condinho'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SXO-JONDKhI/AAAAAAAAFt8/hUPpTfJQnfY/s72-c/LeviCondinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-951056871073020607</id><published>2009-01-01T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:57:32.508Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alfredo Keil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serra de Sintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guincho'/><title type='text'>Cascais pintado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982385089038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuU-RA0SXI/AAAAAAAAFdI/_BjwqJNUbvY/s400/Keil-FitandoOMarLargo,Peninha.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alfredo Keil, &lt;em&gt;Fitando o Mar Largo, Peninha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;colecção particular&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/836249291361458075-951056871073020607?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/951056871073020607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=951056871073020607' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/951056871073020607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/951056871073020607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2009/01/cascais-pintado.html' title='Cascais pintado'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuU-RA0SXI/AAAAAAAAFdI/_BjwqJNUbvY/s72-c/Keil-FitandoOMarLargo,Peninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8432383841461703491</id><published>2008-12-31T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:05:34.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José do Carmo Francisco'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #9 - José do Carmo Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuYGcVTWYI/AAAAAAAAFdY/A2I3hmgaMx8/s1600-h/JoseDoCarmoFrancisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985824101587330" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuYGcVTWYI/AAAAAAAAFdY/A2I3hmgaMx8/s200/JoseDoCarmoFrancisco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuWVBH1HtI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/O7ogPei0nFo/s1600-h/JoseDoCarmoFrancisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L. C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A tua loucura é assumida por todos nós em colectivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando somos os teus leitores fiéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;À volta da máquina de fotocópias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou à volta da mesa na cervejaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quando em Cascais como se fosse Fátima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se encontram os peregrinos de todo o País&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tu meu velho sacerdote passas horas a insultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos aqueles fiéis pouco conhecedores da tua fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os teus livros circulam ainda fora do circuito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E não enchem as estantes dos bem instalados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas não te preocupa essa literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De professores de liceu à procura de antologia&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/836249291361458075-8432383841461703491?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8432383841461703491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8432383841461703491' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8432383841461703491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8432383841461703491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/12/poesia-de-cascais-9-jos-do-carmo.html' title='poesia de cascais #9 - José do Carmo Francisco'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVuYGcVTWYI/AAAAAAAAFdY/A2I3hmgaMx8/s72-c/JoseDoCarmoFrancisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5636838089937699241</id><published>2008-12-27T23:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:35:34.480Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folhas Caídas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeida Garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jornal da Costa do Sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viscondessa da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa Montúfar Infante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visconde da Luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquim António Velez Barreiros'/><title type='text'>Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVa5-qktazI/AAAAAAAAFcg/S-V0W7SRjf8/s1600-h/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284615698997144370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVa5-qktazI/AAAAAAAAFcg/S-V0W7SRjf8/s200/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no &lt;em&gt;Jornal da Costa do Sol&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 1550, Cascais, 22 de Janeiro de 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos 47 anos, Almeida Garrett (1799-1854) viveu uma intensa relação amorosa com Rosa Montúfar Infante, mulher de Joaquim António Velez Barreiros (1803-1865), 1.º barão e 1.º visconde da Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As cartas arrebatadas do poeta à musa, vinte anos mais nova, e o último livro &lt;em&gt;Folhas Caídas&lt;/em&gt; (1853), trazem-nos o eco dessa paixão que teve por cenário não só os salões e os arrabaldes lisboetas, mas também &lt;em&gt;estes sítios&lt;/em&gt; românticos dum Cascais ainda inóspito, entre o mar e a serra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-5636838089937699241?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5636838089937699241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5636838089937699241' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5636838089937699241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5636838089937699241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-tela-e-uma-sinfonia-para-o-cascais.html' title='Uma tela e uma sinfonia para o «Cascais» de Garrett (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVa5-qktazI/AAAAAAAAFcg/S-V0W7SRjf8/s72-c/JornalDaCostaDoSol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-9187281205688098438</id><published>2008-12-24T01:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:11:31.447Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casino Estoril'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Miguel Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVGXAgvNYhI/AAAAAAAAFZw/90LitI7Tt58/s1600-h/mrealnfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283169872926040594" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVGXAgvNYhI/AAAAAAAAFZw/90LitI7Tt58/s200/mrealnfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma noite, na nossa casa da d. João III, reuniu-se o conselho de família, um dos irmãos do Hugo viciara-se no jogo da roleta do Casino Estoril, foi severamente admoestado, não só pelo pai como, sobretudo, pelos restantes irmãos, o Hugo, que acabara de receber a autorização do pai para assinar os cheques das empresas, humilhou o irmão, ordenou que se lhe retirasse o livro de cheques, a conta particular fosse saldada e obrigado a fazer penitência pública na sinagoga, trabalhando para a comunidade de judeus pobres -- vendedores de roupa, caixeiros-viajantes, sapateiros, a maioria asquenaze; [...] alegava ele, não teria mais de dezanove anos, que, cansado de estudar e trabalhar e antevendo a entrada breve para o serviço militar, e consequente partida para a guerra, quisera divertir-se, entretivera-se durante um mês com umas francesas que veraneavam por Cascais e tivera azar, perdera dinheiro, era verdade, mas também podia ter ganho, perdera uma fortuna, mas poderia ter ganho outra -- percebi nessa noite que a pressão da família do Hugo era rigorosa e severa, que todos tinham de orientar-se para o mesmo fim, ganhar dinheiro e não dar nas vistas, o irmão do Hugo perdera dinheiro e dera nas vistas, frequentando um Casino -- este o seu pecado; o pai do Hugo fora sincero, repreendendo o filho por ter humilhado o nome da família por toda a Lisboa e Cascais, frequentando antros nocturnos [...]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Último Minuto na Vida de S.&lt;/em&gt;, Matosinhos, Quidnovi, 2007, p. 69.&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/836249291361458075-9187281205688098438?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/9187281205688098438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=9187281205688098438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9187281205688098438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/9187281205688098438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/12/linhas-de-cascais-miguel-real.html' title='linhas de cascais - Miguel Real'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SVGXAgvNYhI/AAAAAAAAFZw/90LitI7Tt58/s72-c/mrealnfox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2444591876403672614</id><published>2008-12-17T00:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:59:02.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIAAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Ferreira de Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SUhNFEUusuI/AAAAAAAAFRY/0af4GZnlf80/s1600-h/fc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280555312547279586" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SUhNFEUusuI/AAAAAAAAFRY/0af4GZnlf80/s200/fc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Como eu ia a dizer, o quartel de artilharia antiaérea prantava-se mesmo à beira do mar. Viam-se passar os navios, que iam para Lisboa. Às vezes era cada um, tão grandalhão, que dentro dele ninguém podia ter medo de afundar-se. Ali perto ficava o Estoril. Tu já ouviste falar no Estoril? Aquilo é que é uma terra bonita! É como um jardim a perder de vista. Só te digo que lá até os pinheiros parecem árvores mansas! Nalguns, as roseiras trepam por eles arriba até chegar mesmo aos galhos. E todas as estradas são mais limpinhas do que o chão de uma igreja! Nas horas de dispensa, eu nunca me fartava de ver aquilo. Há lá automóveis por toda a parte e pessoas que falam o raio de umas línguas que a gente não percebe nada...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Lã e a Neve&lt;/em&gt;, 15.ª edição, Lisboa, Guimarães Editores, 1990, p. 18.&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/836249291361458075-2444591876403672614?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2444591876403672614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2444591876403672614' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2444591876403672614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2444591876403672614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/12/linhas-de-cascais-ferreira-de-castro.html' title='linhas de cascais - Ferreira de Castro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SUhNFEUusuI/AAAAAAAAFRY/0af4GZnlf80/s72-c/fc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4479714457036479122</id><published>2008-11-26T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:22:03.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Tragédia de Júlio César'/><title type='text'>Luís Cardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2FHa7ZCYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/BuOw4VfdbnU/s1600-h/shakespearecardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273017101254723970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2FHa7ZCYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/BuOw4VfdbnU/s400/shakespearecardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273017105049386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2FHpEG_fI/AAAAAAAAD9s/AU4qqNnnBqE/s400/LuisCardimDedicat%C3%B3ria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://presenca-martim.blogspot.com/"&gt;fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4479714457036479122?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4479714457036479122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4479714457036479122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4479714457036479122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4479714457036479122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/11/lus-cardim.html' title='Luís Cardim'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2FHa7ZCYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/BuOw4VfdbnU/s72-c/shakespearecardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-1006108251374618499</id><published>2008-11-26T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:17:36.413Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renascença Portuguesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto de Serpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2A0fZGc6I/AAAAAAAAD9M/545OEOGvXd0/s1600-h/SerpaCardimDedicatÃ³ria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012377989051298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2A0fZGc6I/AAAAAAAAD9M/545OEOGvXd0/s200/SerpaCardimDedicat%C3%B3ria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No blogue &lt;a href="http://presenca-martim.blogspot.com/"&gt;presença&lt;/a&gt;, dedicado à revista coimbrã e aos seus autores, encontro esta dedicatória de Alberto de Serpa ao cascaense Luís Cardim. E, ainda, as magníficas reproduções que ficam em cima, num significativo &lt;a href="http://presenca-martim.blogspot.com/search/label/LuÃ&amp;shy;s%20Cardim%20/%20William%20Shakesperare%20/%20Alberto%20de%20Aguiar"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Recorde-se que, de geração anterior e fundamentalmente elemento da Renascença Portuguesa, Cardim foi também colaborador ocasional da «folha de arte e crítica». E o nosso Branquinho da Fonseca, um dos directores, é lá assídua presença, como não podia deixar de ser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2A0MLULUI/AAAAAAAAD9E/1gltEBE7WIY/s1600-h/Serpa-Varanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273012372830956866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2A0MLULUI/AAAAAAAAD9E/1gltEBE7WIY/s200/Serpa-Varanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-1006108251374618499?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/1006108251374618499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=1006108251374618499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1006108251374618499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/1006108251374618499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-blogue-presena-dedicado-revista.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SS2A0fZGc6I/AAAAAAAAD9M/545OEOGvXd0/s72-c/SerpaCardimDedicat%C3%B3ria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-361164167477380858</id><published>2008-11-12T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:40:17.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia da Bafureira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #8 - Fernando Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SRtn7RzwWkI/AAAAAAAAD1w/dCrWgCLzfPM/s1600-h/fgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267918457230350914" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SRtn7RzwWkI/AAAAAAAAD1w/dCrWgCLzfPM/s200/fgrade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROCHAS DA BAFUREIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«Que é o amor senão uma fera espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feita de todos os animais carnívoros?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Teixeira de Pascoaes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São três aves sobre o mar calminho, rés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao vento que corre pouco, sol de cardos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não trazem mortos nem sal no convés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os barcos que vejo, mas trazem leopardos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viúvas do mar, quem vos amaldiçoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no país de limo, com sonhos à ré?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabres, lenços, lágrimas de bacalhoa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não há bicho algum que morra jacaré!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh brumas de cal que pesco, cheiro e caço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os meus beijos têm saliva de lacrau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e as ondas que afago fazem lembrar o aço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No areal em chamas, com pedras e paus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há guinchos de vermes, larvas de sargaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- e o cio da gaivota tem sede de caos.&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/836249291361458075-361164167477380858?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/361164167477380858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=361164167477380858' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/361164167477380858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/361164167477380858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/11/poesia-de-cascais-8-fernando-grade.html' title='poesia de cascais #8 - Fernando Grade'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SRtn7RzwWkI/AAAAAAAAD1w/dCrWgCLzfPM/s72-c/fgrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5212011756194906639</id><published>2008-10-26T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:38:04.427Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stefan Zweig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mircea Eliade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Três escritores em tempo de catástrofe: Castro, Zweig e Eliade (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQPXTenfw0I/AAAAAAAADsg/EI_-MIbiU1k/s1600-h/BocadoInferno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261285519335080770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQPXTenfw0I/AAAAAAAADsg/EI_-MIbiU1k/s200/BocadoInferno3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado em Boca do Inferno, n.º 3, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao Professor Victor de Sá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Três escritores procuraram no Estoril e em Cascais um asilo para o absurdo do seu momento histórico. Apenas um deles era um permanente apátrida de facto, apesar da recente naturalização inglesa. Quando por aqui passou já estava moralmente liquidado. Outro, exercendo funções diplomáticas, vindo do oriente do Ocidente, sentiu-se arrancado à história pela pátria que lhe seria vedada e pela mulher que perdera. A provação do labirinto foi a derrocada do seu mundo, pois só somos quando somos em função de algo e de alguém. Por último, um português, visceralmente escritor, só escritor, por vocação e profissão, impossibilitado de sê-lo como entendia dever ser, agarrando-se como tábua de salvação a outras narrativas com desalento e raiva.&lt;br /&gt;     Três escritores que a história nos legou, vivendo condicionados no mesmo espaço geográfico pela tragédia de não-ser, de não poder ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-5212011756194906639?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5212011756194906639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5212011756194906639' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5212011756194906639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5212011756194906639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/trs-escritores-em-tempo-de-catstrofe.html' title='Três escritores em tempo de catástrofe: Castro, Zweig e Eliade (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQPXTenfw0I/AAAAAAAADsg/EI_-MIbiU1k/s72-c/BocadoInferno3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3219147583947851322</id><published>2008-10-23T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:58:25.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel Palácio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquim Gomes Mota'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #7 - Joaquim Gomes Mota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQDzM8QPszI/AAAAAAAADq8/6u51yGo1Up0/s1600-h/JoaquimGomesMota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471768426984242" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQDzM8QPszI/AAAAAAAADq8/6u51yGo1Up0/s200/JoaquimGomesMota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQDyZUpIn-I/AAAAAAAADq0/90C2fiBadXI/s1600-h/JoaquimGomesMota.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palace Hotel, piscina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tão fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tão leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A graça dum corpo que flutua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entregue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;À carícia duma água nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despida do azul-verde pano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que veste o vasto oceano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-3219147583947851322?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3219147583947851322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3219147583947851322' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3219147583947851322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3219147583947851322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/poesia-de-cascais-7-joaquim-gomes-mota.html' title='poesia de cascais #7 - Joaquim Gomes Mota'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SQDzM8QPszI/AAAAAAAADq8/6u51yGo1Up0/s72-c/JoaquimGomesMota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8079810767557203754</id><published>2008-10-10T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:07:45.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira de Castro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serra de Sintra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>linhas de cascais - Ferreira de Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SO_RpLFNm5I/AAAAAAAADi0/u6VyiMoNLgw/s1600-h/fcastrosanpayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255649795444153234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SO_RpLFNm5I/AAAAAAAADi0/u6VyiMoNLgw/s200/fcastrosanpayo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SO_Rgtip9qI/AAAAAAAADis/iZOVKrnkqFc/s1600-h/fcastrosanpayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O «Saturnia» desce, lentamente, o Tejo e, à direita, entre as velas do rio, fulge a Torre de Belém, símbolo do país das grandes viagens. Mais abaixo, a luz vespertina enche de colorido as vivendas do Estoril, enquanto lá ao fundo, na serra de Sintra, irisada bruma dá ao castelo um aspecto fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Já no Atlântico, contornando a costa portuguesa, e, depois, a espanhola, os passageiros que vêm de Nova York entregam-se aos jornais ingleses, recém-comprados em Lisboa, reunindo-se, à noite, não em frente da orquestra, que toca, solitária, no grande salão, mas junto dos aparelhos de telefonia que espalham notícias do Mundo convulso. E, contudo, estende-se, lá fora, um luar sortílego e um mar calmo, numa noite de maravilha propícia a fazer-nos sonhar com as mais belas coisas da vida. Mas o navio está cheio dessa inquietação que, hoje, tortura os homens, no planeta inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Volta ao Mundo&lt;/em&gt; [1939 / 1940-44]vol. I, 4ª ed., Lisboa, Guimarães &amp;amp; C.ª, 1952, pp. 21-22.&lt;/span&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/836249291361458075-8079810767557203754?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8079810767557203754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8079810767557203754' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8079810767557203754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8079810767557203754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/linhas-de-cascais-ferreira-de-castro.html' title='linhas de cascais - Ferreira de Castro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SO_RpLFNm5I/AAAAAAAADi0/u6VyiMoNLgw/s72-c/fcastrosanpayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-8223063277624927537</id><published>2008-10-07T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:19:25.211+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giacomo Leopardi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afonso de Castro'/><title type='text'>linhas do horizonte - Giacomo Leopardi / Afonso de Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOvgWE-9OnI/AAAAAAAADgM/hlkY2eIoBgo/s1600-h/gleopardi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254540060157360754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOvgWE-9OnI/AAAAAAAADgM/hlkY2eIoBgo/s200/gleopardi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANTO DO MAR E DA TERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando o mar adormece e o vento o embala, suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto-me percorrer mundos desconhecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não me agrada a terra, apenas só a grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E fluida voz da névoa atrai os meus sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas quando o hercúleo mar ressoa e se recurva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em glaucos vagalhões altos e desgrenhados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volto os olhos p'rá terra, a que melhor perturba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu ser com a magia idílica dos prados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A terra é bem mais firme, e a floresta espessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enche meu coração dum calor inaudito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando o maestro vento, indómito, começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua orquestra, a reger, no palco do Infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma árdua tarefa o pescador atura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sua casa é um barco, a sua vida é o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os peixes são p'ra ele uma presa insegura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a morte, a velha má, não deixa de o rondar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefiro ouvir o canto errante das nascentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na sombra musical da mata sonorosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando a martirizada e ruiva luz dos poentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É a anunciação da noite sigilosa.&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/836249291361458075-8223063277624927537?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/8223063277624927537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=8223063277624927537' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8223063277624927537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/8223063277624927537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/linhas-do-horizonte-giacomo-leopardi.html' title='linhas do horizonte - Giacomo Leopardi / Afonso de Castro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOvgWE-9OnI/AAAAAAAADgM/hlkY2eIoBgo/s72-c/gleopardi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-201020619195543010</id><published>2008-10-05T23:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:05:14.258Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheila Jordan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centro Cultural de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felipe Melo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casas Velhas da Gandarinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convento de Nossa Senhora da Piedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Pedroso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vila de Cascais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardo Moreira'/><title type='text'>Sheila Jordan em Cascais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São 23 horas e 58 minutos. Acabo de chegar de um dos concertos da minha vida: Sheila Jordan, com Felipe Melo (piano) Bernardo Moreira (contrabaixo) e Bruno Pedroso (bateria). Sheila Jordan, 80 anos no próximo dia 18 de Novembro, canta com a energia de 17 e a sabedoria da sua longa experiência. Muito coquette e envolvente. Inesquecíveis estas quase duas horas no Centro Cultural de Cascais, &lt;em&gt;aka&lt;/em&gt; Casas Velhas da Gandarinha, &lt;em&gt;aka&lt;/em&gt; Covento de Nossa Senhora da Piedade (dos frades carmelitas descalços, finais do século XVI), na respectiva igreja. Entre standards, improvisos, música própria, Beatles («Blackbird», do «grande Paul McCartney» -- S.J. &lt;em&gt;dixit&lt;/em&gt;), Jordan cantou-nos também esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/AukXvW_Aeps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/AukXvW_Aeps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AukXvW_Aeps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AukXvW_Aeps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-201020619195543010?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/201020619195543010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=201020619195543010' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/201020619195543010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/201020619195543010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheila-jordan-em-cascais.html' title='Sheila Jordan em Cascais'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2079792839830875129</id><published>2008-10-01T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:54:35.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurence Olivier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epistolografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seara Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Nobre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís Cardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motu proprio'/><title type='text'>Sete Cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOP845zTDaI/AAAAAAAADdE/2brirvAfP5U/s1600-h/bdoi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252319644962983330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOP845zTDaI/AAAAAAAADdE/2brirvAfP5U/s200/bdoi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado na &lt;em&gt;Boca do Inferno&lt;/em&gt;, n.º 1, Cascais, Câmara Municipal, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São sete as cartas de Luís Cardim que integram o espólio epistolográfico de Roberto Nobre, que agora apresentamos na íntegra, mantendo a ortografia e respeitando escrupulosamente a pontuação. Escritas entre 22 de Maio e 20 de Setembro de 1949, tiveram origem na crítica do autor de &lt;em&gt;Horizontes de Cinema&lt;/em&gt; ao filme «Hamlet» (1948), de Laurence Olivier, estreado em Portugal no cinema Tivoli, em 24 de Janeiro do ano seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O texto de Nobre foi publicado na &lt;em&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/em&gt; de 26 de Fevereiro de 1949 e constituiu um rasgado elogio da adaptação, enfileirando-a o crítico com &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; «Fera Amansada», de Fairbanks, «Romeu e Julieta», de Cukor, «Sonho de uma Noite de Verão», de Reinhardt e «Henrique V», do mesmo Olivier. Estas versões, que ele, do ponto de vista da «estética dinâmica», acolhe jubilosamente, haviam-no já levado a observar parecer ter Shakespeare escrito «não para o teatro, mas para o cinema».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continua)&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/836249291361458075-2079792839830875129?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2079792839830875129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2079792839830875129' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2079792839830875129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2079792839830875129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/10/sete-cartas-de-lus-cardim-roberto-nobre.html' title='Sete Cartas de Luís Cardim a Roberto Nobre (1)'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SOP845zTDaI/AAAAAAAADdE/2brirvAfP5U/s72-c/bdoi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-6448139899989595171</id><published>2008-09-23T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:49:51.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guincho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick Hard'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #6 - Dick Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SNlfxxQB7LI/AAAAAAAADYs/Y_KJMs0LMAM/s1600-h/dhard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249332149315824818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SNlfxxQB7LI/AAAAAAAADYs/Y_KJMs0LMAM/s200/dhard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONTO DE FADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A princesa estava fechada na torre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como é lógico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot foi salvar a princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como também é lógico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como era de prever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot teve de matar um dragão mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para poder salvar a linda princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por coincidência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a princesa era loura de olhos azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot era valente e dedicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contudo, não viveram felizes para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem tiveram muitos meninos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot decidiu sair dos contos de fadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomaram um atalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foram para um quarto do Intendente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot sodomizou a princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cá fora, miúdos jogavam ao berlinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um homem vendia jornais na esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e Lancelot sodomizava a princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A princesa gemia e suava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os miúdos jogavam ao berlinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um homem vendia jornais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saíram do quarto e foram jogar bilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fumaram uma ganza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e viram o pôr-do-sol no Castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A princesa já não tinha véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vestia jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lancelot usava um blusão de cabedal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meteram-se num buggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bazaram para o Guincho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beberam bagaços numa tasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caiu a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a madrugada não tinha um lindo luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem o Jack, o Estripador tinha encomendado nevoeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma madrugada normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;azar...&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/836249291361458075-6448139899989595171?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/6448139899989595171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=6448139899989595171' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6448139899989595171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/6448139899989595171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/09/poesia-de-cascais-6-dick-hard.html' title='poesia de cascais #6 - Dick Hard'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SNlfxxQB7LI/AAAAAAAADYs/Y_KJMs0LMAM/s72-c/dhard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2428033811380802391</id><published>2008-09-14T04:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:26:16.616+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branquinho da Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #5 - Branquinho da Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMyBRYbHEaI/AAAAAAAADUE/hAC0x7n-uUo/s1600-h/bdafonseca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245709801593704866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMyBRYbHEaI/AAAAAAAADUE/hAC0x7n-uUo/s200/bdafonseca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POEMA DO MAR E DA SERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó mar de que não sei nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem vejo que desvendar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És só a mais larga estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para ir e voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sou lá dos montes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que medem o céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou das frias serra onde primeiro o sol nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E onde os rios ainda são apenas fontes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou de onde as árvores falam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A língua que eu conheço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde de mim sei tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E do resto me esqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá, tenho olhar de estrelas a luzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tenho voz de guardador de rebanhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Passos de quem só desce p'ra subir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mãos sem perdas nem ganhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contigo falo, ó mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se a lua vem do céu passear o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tornando-te a planície do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem ecos nem mistérios de profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas só lá sou eu da terra e a terra é minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só lá eu sou do céu e o céu é para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó serra aonde há tal serenidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que nada tem começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem fim.&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/836249291361458075-2428033811380802391?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2428033811380802391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2428033811380802391' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2428033811380802391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2428033811380802391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/09/poesia-de-cascais-5-branquinho-da.html' title='poesia de cascais #5 - Branquinho da Fonseca'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMyBRYbHEaI/AAAAAAAADUE/hAC0x7n-uUo/s72-c/bdafonseca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2521621441920487528</id><published>2008-09-06T03:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:00:25.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carcavelos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Gomes Ferreira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #4 - José Gomes Ferreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMHw4zqrv3I/AAAAAAAADQo/4_6H52ua1BU/s1600-h/jgferreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242736299968544626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMHw4zqrv3I/AAAAAAAADQo/4_6H52ua1BU/s200/jgferreira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nesse verão estivemos todos juntos na praia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o Manuel Mendes e a Bá, o Chico e a Maria Keil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o José Bacelar e a Maria Luísa, o José Rocha e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selma. E eu mergulhava no mar aos Vivas à República!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carcavelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Aqui nesta praia amarela...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tanto esperei em vão pelo princípio do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com os pés a doerem-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nas conchas de sangue nu dos tapetes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois despia-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e desafiava o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para sentir na pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquele frio antigo tão doce de alfinetes...&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/836249291361458075-2521621441920487528?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2521621441920487528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2521621441920487528' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2521621441920487528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2521621441920487528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/09/poesia-de-cascais-4-jos-gomes-ferreira_05.html' title='poesia de cascais #4 - José Gomes Ferreira'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SMHw4zqrv3I/AAAAAAAADQo/4_6H52ua1BU/s72-c/jgferreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4181251353124881205</id><published>2008-08-26T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:21:48.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lourdes Borges de Castro'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #3 - Lourdes Borges de Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RECORDAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Nem mulher, nem criança: adolescente --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentia uma aversão forte e pungente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por tudo o que era triste ou desse pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não gostava de ouvir falar na morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem de passar ao pé do cemitério:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A morte era pra mim grande mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E imaginava-a muito alta e forte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu morava em Lisboa nessa altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tinha casa ao ano no Estoril,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E assim que começava o mês de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Partíamos em busca de frescura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo o fim de semana, sem excepção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ia toda a família descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na pequenina casa à beira-mar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, meu Pai, minha mãe e o nosso cão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O caminho mais rápido passava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao cemitério dos Prazeres; e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para o não ver olhava para o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E para disfarçar ria e cantava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não era medo, não, o que eu sentia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu era uma menina corajosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nessa terra, triste e silenciosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Havia algo que eu não percebia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só hoje sei que essa aversão que eu tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resultava da minha pouca idade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estuante de vida e mocidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Achava a morte vil, feia e mesquinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas os anos correram e mudaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa estranha maneira de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje a recordação faz-me sorrir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foram já muito anos que passaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quantas vezes eu fico a sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num sonho sem calor, pungente e sério,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que estou sozinha nesse cemitério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que pra sempre lá quero ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-4181251353124881205?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4181251353124881205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4181251353124881205' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4181251353124881205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4181251353124881205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/08/poesia-de-cascais-3-lourdes-borges-de.html' title='poesia de cascais #3 - Lourdes Borges de Castro'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-4736484473135622764</id><published>2008-08-17T03:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:00:16.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia do Abano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guincho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruy Belo'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #2 - Ruy Belo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKeUFXkQXCI/AAAAAAAADIM/OF1AiswmcMQ/s1600-h/belo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315911787830306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKeUFXkQXCI/AAAAAAAADIM/OF1AiswmcMQ/s400/belo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Praia do Abano (ou outra praia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejo subitamente recuares até à tua infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cruzares ruas montras onde passo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e sofro sem remédio não haver saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em minha vida que não seja a tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isenta dos meus olhos vista só por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bola é louca, boca anónima infantil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó árvore plantada indiferente de cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;à mesa onde amarro a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e corro sem correr para nenhum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;distante donde estou como se lá estivesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cara e o cansaço e os cilindros: prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu és agora uma criança inacessível para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e em nenhum país alguma vez te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou de novo comigo e sofro levantado não haver ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até que enfim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deitado eu cumpra a minha condição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e não houve pessoa a que eu fizesse mal&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/836249291361458075-4736484473135622764?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/4736484473135622764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=4736484473135622764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4736484473135622764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/4736484473135622764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/08/poesia-de-cascais-2-ruy-belo.html' title='poesia de cascais #2 - Ruy Belo'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKeUFXkQXCI/AAAAAAAADIM/OF1AiswmcMQ/s72-c/belo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2370918147190302239</id><published>2008-08-14T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:47:40.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Cregan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paredão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monte Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquim Bizarro'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart no Paredão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKTQoa9yTaI/AAAAAAAADGU/XTh4yuOuLi0/s1600-h/rodstewartcascais2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234538059763174818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKTQoa9yTaI/AAAAAAAADGU/XTh4yuOuLi0/s400/rodstewartcascais2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto de Joaquim Bizarro, publicado no &lt;em&gt;Se7e&lt;/em&gt;, em 20-VII-1983.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Paredão, Monte Estoril, com o secretário e o guitarrista Jim Cregan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-2370918147190302239?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2370918147190302239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2370918147190302239' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2370918147190302239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2370918147190302239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/08/rod-stewart-no-paredo.html' title='Rod Stewart no Paredão'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SKTQoa9yTaI/AAAAAAAADGU/XTh4yuOuLi0/s72-c/rodstewartcascais2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-3628184567542456256</id><published>2008-08-06T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:00:42.063Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pinto do Amaral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais'/><title type='text'>poesia de cascais #1 - Fernando Pinto do Amaral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SJjwCw1SMlI/AAAAAAAADA8/P0ocRJ0QFuc/s1600-h/fpamaral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231194897449628242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SJjwCw1SMlI/AAAAAAAADA8/P0ocRJ0QFuc/s400/fpamaral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde estás, minha vida em câmara lenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;janela toda aberta onde procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o vento, a luz da noite? Onde estarás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;melodia cantada a soluçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;numa cama de grades? Onde estás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;olhar dessas visões em sobressalto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Casal da Bela Vista, velho pátio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao som da bicicleta? Onde ficaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;infinito terraço da Alameda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;varanda cor-de-rosa da Parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com o sol a morrer sobre Cascais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde estás, corredor de São Filipe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;praia do Monte Branco onde outro eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se lançava da prancha? Onde estarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os risos desses primos transparentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as lágrimas acesas que brilhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como arco-íris de seda no meu rosto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde ficou a última pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em véspera de viagem? Onde está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o mapa dessa alma que foi espuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o nó dessa garganta submersa?&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/836249291361458075-3628184567542456256?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/3628184567542456256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=3628184567542456256' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3628184567542456256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/3628184567542456256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/08/poesia-de-cascais-1-fernando-pinto-do.html' title='poesia de cascais #1 - Fernando Pinto do Amaral'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SJjwCw1SMlI/AAAAAAAADA8/P0ocRJ0QFuc/s72-c/fpamaral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-2878669346589587343</id><published>2008-07-19T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:00:42.251Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='património'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='João Pedro Cabral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias'/><title type='text'>João Cabral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SIEo4H9s1hI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/BqMMpDvyqcI/s1600-h/jcabral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224501987402110482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SIEo4H9s1hI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/BqMMpDvyqcI/s400/jcabral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um lugar-comum, mas nem por isso menos verdadeiro: com a morte de João Pedro Cabral, ocorrida no dia 12, o património histórico e cultural de Cascais fica mais pobre -- mas também mais vulnerável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pouca gente conhecia tão bem o concelho de Cascais e o seu património, em relação ao qual era de uma postura de defesa intransigente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tive o gosto de trabalhar com ele durante quatro anos, em condições não muito fáceis para si. O nosso relacionamento inicial não foi inteiramente pacífico. Ele era um osso duro de roer e eu, felizmente, não sou muito diplomata. Mas rapidamente as coisas se esclareceram entre nós: o principal interesse de ambos era a história e o património de Cascais -- a &lt;em&gt;nossa &lt;/em&gt;história, o &lt;em&gt;nosso &lt;/em&gt;património --, a sua defesa e a sua valorização. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esses anos de trabalho, que resultaram em amizade, foram exemplares de lealdade, colaboração e enriquecimento mútuo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixa-me saudades o João Cabral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto e evocação&lt;a href="http://www.cyberjornal.net/index.php/Historia/Faleceu-o-arqueologo-Joao-Cabral.html"&gt; aqui&lt;/a&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/836249291361458075-2878669346589587343?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/2878669346589587343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=2878669346589587343' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2878669346589587343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/2878669346589587343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/07/joo-cabral.html' title='João Cabral'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SIEo4H9s1hI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/BqMMpDvyqcI/s72-c/jcabral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836249291361458075.post-5658969992287052862</id><published>2008-06-23T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:00:42.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa do Sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Botelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carcavelos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais'/><title type='text'>Quando havia a Costa do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A T., do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diasquevoam.blogspot.com/2008/06/ecos-da-semana.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dias que Voam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, postou uma magnífica prancha dos «Ecos da Semana» do Carlos Botelho, no mítico &lt;em&gt;Sempre Fixe&lt;/em&gt;. Já lha pirateei para o acervo da Caverna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SGAV0LMyvXI/AAAAAAAACw4/GNgKLdIFKDA/s1600-h/semprefixekk9cbotelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215192354598862194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SGAV0LMyvXI/AAAAAAAACw4/GNgKLdIFKDA/s400/semprefixekk9cbotelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/836249291361458075-5658969992287052862?l=cascais-raa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/feeds/5658969992287052862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=836249291361458075&amp;postID=5658969992287052862' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5658969992287052862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/836249291361458075/posts/default/5658969992287052862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cascais-raa.blogspot.com/2008/06/quando-havia-costa-do-sol.html' title='Quando havia a Costa do Sol'/><author><name>Ricardo António Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04323660638926346414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9r9Vtfey0/TeQzRDKvIWI/AAAAAAAAMIw/IvAeNfm-7gQ/s220/McKay-LittleNemo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LdrMyScRH4/SGAV0LMyvXI/AAAAAAAACw4/GNgKLdIFKDA/s72-c/semprefixekk9cbotelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
