<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867</id><updated>2011-08-03T16:28:20.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keine Problem</title><subtitle type='html'>Esquece lá isso!!!
keine_problem@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-116406454235808875</id><published>2006-11-20T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:15:42.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão</title><summary type='text'>.cink{font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:000080;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;}Jumpers Video - Sleater-Kinney lyricsSleater-Kinney Music Video CodesMusic Video Codes by VideoCureMyspace LayoutsSleater-Kinney</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116406454235808875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116406454235808875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116406454235808875' title='Sugestão'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-116346502084749565</id><published>2006-11-14T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:12:40.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão</title><summary type='text'>Mad SeasonR.I.P. Layne Staley (1967-2002)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116346502084749565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116346502084749565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116346502084749565' title='Sugestão'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-116303041138080759</id><published>2006-11-09T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:02:45.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Ortega y ballet</title><summary type='text'>Fue, es y será una máquina de inventar emociones. De absorber cariño y devolver fantasía. De generar imágenes épicas, dibujadas con pintura indeleble en los corazones de los hinchas. De fabricar delirio para un podio sin tiempo.Es el último superhéroe. El que parece acabado, acosado por sus debilidades, acorralado por vicios terrenales, y entonces muestra su costado humano y pide ayuda. Y, claro,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116303041138080759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/116303041138080759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116303041138080759' title='Ortega y ballet'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115844512550449321</id><published>2006-09-16T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:54:16.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don'tyouthinkyououghttarest?don'tyouthinkyououghttalayyourheaddown?don'tyouthinkyouwanttosleep,...?don'tyouthinkyououghttalayyourheaddown?...tonight...don'tyouthinkyou'vedoneenough?...don'tyouthinkyou'vegotenough?...wellmaybe...youdon'tthinkthere'stimetostop.timeenoughforyoutolayyourheaddown,...tonight.letitwashaway,...allthoseyesterdays,...whatareyourunningfrom?takingpillstogetalong,...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115844512550449321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115844512550449321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115844512550449321' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115558842449253302</id><published>2006-08-14T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:03:33.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Golos Golos Golos</title><summary type='text'>2ª jornada do "Torneo Apertura" do campeonato argentino.PS: Sim, sim, eu gosto de futebol. E tu?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115558842449253302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115558842449253302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115558842449253302' title='Golos Golos Golos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115402525053968098</id><published>2006-07-27T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:36:22.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;</title><summary type='text'>Howe Gelb (Gospel Choir)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115402525053968098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115402525053968098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115402525053968098' title='Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115386084016730636</id><published>2006-07-25T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:54:00.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><summary type='text'>«Eu não sou eu nem sou o outro,Sou qualquer coisa de intermédio:Pilar da ponte de tédioQue vai de mim para o Outro.»Mário de Sá Carneiro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115386084016730636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115386084016730636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115386084016730636' title='7'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115273615379855914</id><published>2006-07-12T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:29:13.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;</title><summary type='text'>Grupo Coral e Etnográfico "Os Camponeses de Pias"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115273615379855914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115273615379855914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115273615379855914' title='Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115248629101326838</id><published>2006-07-10T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:04:51.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O melhor golo do mundial...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115248629101326838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115248629101326838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115248629101326838' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115135247540071475</id><published>2006-06-26T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:07:55.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;</title><summary type='text'>Peeping Tom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115135247540071475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115135247540071475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115135247540071475' title='Sugestão da semana ----------&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-115065327775902706</id><published>2006-06-18T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:54:37.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me = Collection Freak</title><summary type='text'>Colecção #2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115065327775902706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/115065327775902706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115065327775902706' title='Me = Collection Freak'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114712487774291132</id><published>2006-05-08T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:47:57.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Galiza</title><summary type='text'>Sim, já voltei há algum tempo, mas a minha cabeça ainda anda por lá, de cabo em cabo, de farol em farol...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114712487774291132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114712487774291132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114712487774291132' title='Galiza'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114435189061314061</id><published>2006-04-06T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:46:36.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Hermanos - O Vento --------------------------------------------&gt;</title><summary type='text'>A melhor banda sonora para quem está prestes a fazer-se à estrada...«posso ouvir o vento passarassistir a onda batermas o estrago que faza vida é curta pra vereu pensei que quando eu morrervou acordar para o tempoe para o tempo parar.um século, um mêstrês vidas e maisum passopra trás?por queserá?...vou pensar.como pode alguém sonharo que é impossível saber?não te dizer o que eu pensojá é pensar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114435189061314061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114435189061314061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114435189061314061' title='Los Hermanos - O Vento --------------------------------------------&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114375453086934953</id><published>2006-03-30T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:36:28.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Partida de Xadrez</title><summary type='text'>«Um inglês e uma mulher da Rússia conheceram-se em Capri e viveram um breve e pungente encontro de amor. Depois o inglês regressou a Londres e a mulher à sua grande planície. Decidiram continuar o seu amor jogando uma longa partida de xadrez à distância. De tempos a tempos, chegava da Rússia a carta com a jogada a fazer e, logo depois, chegava à Rússia a carta com os números de Londres. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114375453086934953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114375453086934953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114375453086934953' title='A Partida de Xadrez'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114350022522563010</id><published>2006-03-27T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:01:31.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - No Surprises</title><summary type='text'>Em vez de dizer porque é que OK Computer é um disco da minha vida, prefiro fazer-lhe um acrescento.Para mim, um disco, ou um bom disco, é um conjunto de canções que funcionam bem... em conjunto. E os singles de Radiohead são bons discos. Mais do que serem apenas uma oportunidade de serem editados os temas que ficaram de forma do alinhamento do albúm, estes singles sempre me soaram a algo autónomo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114350022522563010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114350022522563010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114350022522563010' title='Radiohead - No Surprises'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114350016797460114</id><published>2006-03-27T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:56:07.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá-se lá saber porquê...</title><summary type='text'>... o meu template foi à vida!!!Qualquer dia os links estão de volta. Desde já peço desculpa se me esquecer de alguém!A Gerência</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114350016797460114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114350016797460114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114350016797460114' title='Vá-se lá saber porquê...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114173498990901656</id><published>2006-03-07T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:48:47.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Falling to pieces...</title><summary type='text'>The plot thickens every dayand the pieces of my puzzle                                              keep                                                      crumblin’                                                                      awaybut I know,there’s a picturebeneath! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114173498990901656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114173498990901656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114173498990901656' title='Falling to pieces...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-114081998400295348</id><published>2006-02-24T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:26:24.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Well, destiny is dead in the hands of bad luck...</title><summary type='text'>...before it might have made some sense, but now it's all FUCKED UPAll FUCKED UP...We're all FUCKED UP...You're all FUCKED UP...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114081998400295348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/114081998400295348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114081998400295348' title='Well, destiny is dead in the hands of bad luck...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113983856220711482</id><published>2006-02-13T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:49:57.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Los Hermanos</title><summary type='text'>Estes tipos estão melhores a cada disco que passa...«quem bater primeiro a dobra do mardá de lá bandeira qualquer, aponta pra fée remaé, pode ser que a maré não virepode ser do vento vir contra o caise se já não sinto teus sinaispode ser da vida acostumarserá morena?sobre estar só eu seinos mares por onde andeidevagardedicou-se mais ao acaso a se escondere agora o amanhã cadê?doce o mar perdeu no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113983856220711482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113983856220711482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113983856220711482' title='Los Hermanos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113649785872681663</id><published>2006-01-05T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:50:58.736Z</updated><title type='text'>???</title><summary type='text'>Epá, ok, eu não vou abandonar isto de vez, vou só hibernar... Posso???Se tiverem saudades minhas, vou andando por aqui, e por aqui.Xauzinho e até breve...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113649785872681663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113649785872681663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113649785872681663' title='???'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113492514773459643</id><published>2005-12-18T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:59:07.743Z</updated><title type='text'>É isso...</title><summary type='text'>...e pão com chouriço!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113492514773459643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113492514773459643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492514773459643' title='É isso...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113382322063609434</id><published>2005-12-05T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:42:27.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque estamos a chegar ao Natal</title><summary type='text'>Ooh, yeah; well, alrightWe're jammin'I wanna jam it with youWe're jammin', jammin'And I hope you like jammin' tooAin't no rules, ain't no vowWe can do it anyhowI and I will see you through'Cause every day we pay the priceWe are the living sacrificeJammin' till the jam is throughWe're jammin'To think that jammin' was a thing of the pastWe're jammin'And I hope this jam is gonna lastNo bullet can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113382322063609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113382322063609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113382322063609434' title='Porque estamos a chegar ao Natal'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113312516873080142</id><published>2005-11-27T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:59:28.746Z</updated><title type='text'>II Festival de Teatro Cénico</title><summary type='text'>Já vai a meio, mas nunca é tarde para divulgarII Festival de Teatro CénicoCantina Velha - Sala de Teatro  24 Nov. a 3 Dez.  21h30Para celebrar meio século de existência, o Cénico de Direito realizou o primeiro Festival de teatro organizado pelo próprio grupo, em colaboração com a Reitoria. Assim, em 2004, o Grupo de Teatro da Faculdade de Direito de Lisboa repôs as suas três últimas peças e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113312516873080142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113312516873080142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113312516873080142' title='II Festival de Teatro Cénico'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113226479472317434</id><published>2005-11-17T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:08:10.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque o Mike McCready está a bombar com os Mad Season aqui ao lado...PS: Para os mais desatentos e menos interessados, o Mike McCready (também) é guitarrista dos Pearl Jam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113226479472317434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113226479472317434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113226479472317434' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113166867291504928</id><published>2005-11-11T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:26:24.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Humble já cá cantam...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113166867291504928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113166867291504928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113166867291504928' title='Os Humble já cá cantam...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113078834021555734</id><published>2005-10-31T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:09:31.996Z</updated><title type='text'>... ou como as Papelarias/Livrarias são, por vezes, um mal menor!</title><summary type='text'>Esta Papelaria/Livraria, no Bombarral, tem, na montra, a colecção completa de Fernando Pessoa na Assírio &amp; Alvim, com 20% de desconto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113078834021555734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113078834021555734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113078834021555734' title='... ou como as Papelarias/Livrarias são, por vezes, um mal menor!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-113040422492980071</id><published>2005-10-27T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:11:32.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>@Tapadinha</title><summary type='text'>A-TLÉ-TI-CO!!!A-TLÉ-TI-CO!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113040422492980071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/113040422492980071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113040422492980071' title='@Tapadinha'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112957913378064733</id><published>2005-10-20T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:51:13.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Compass</title><summary type='text'>Estou ali, com os camaradas Mahatma Ghandi, Nelson Mandela e Dalai Lama...Where do you stand?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112957913378064733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112957913378064733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112957913378064733' title='Political Compass'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112957593765792807</id><published>2005-10-17T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:11:05.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Fast Cars</title><summary type='text'>Slidingout of reverse into drive, thiswheel will be turning right, then straightoff in the sunset she'll ride.She canremember a time, denied. Stood bythe side of the road. Spilled like wine, nowshe's out on her own and line high.There's no leaving here.Ask I'm an ear.She's disappeared now.They saidthat timing was everything. Made himwant to be everywhere. There's alot to be said for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112957593765792807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112957593765792807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112957593765792807' title='M&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:50%;&quot;&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:50%;&quot;&gt;ast&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:50%;&quot;&gt;ars&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112915507787127359</id><published>2005-10-13T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:07:56.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>«LUTAMOS PARA DESAPARECER»</title><summary type='text'>"Embora os indígenas sejam os mais esquecidos e os mais pobres entre os pobres, o EZLN levantou-se em armas para reivindicar a democracia, a liberdade e a justiça para todos os mexicanos e não apenas para os indígenas. Não queremos a independência, queremos ser parte integrante do México, queremos ser índios mexicanos. O EZLN organizou-se como um exército e respeita todas as disposições </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112915507787127359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112915507787127359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112915507787127359' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://letrasasolta.blogspot.com/2005/10/marcos-dignidade-rebelde-ignacio.html&quot;&gt;«LUTAMOS PARA DESAPARECER»&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112911763747326046</id><published>2005-10-12T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:47:17.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah valentes!!!</title><summary type='text'>"Dinamarca: Cidadãos processam primeiro-ministro por intervenção no Iraque"in, Diário Digital, 11/10/05'Bora fazer o mesmo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112911763747326046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112911763747326046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112911763747326046' title='Ah valentes!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112897660359114927</id><published>2005-10-10T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:38:43.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picar o Ponto</title><summary type='text'>Desde hoje que o meu "chefe" nos obriga a picar o ponto.Hum... Será que precisa de provas irrefutáveis em como nós excedemos o horário de trabalho estabelecido contratualmente?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112897660359114927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112897660359114927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112897660359114927' title='Picar o Ponto'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112885592748328290</id><published>2005-10-09T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:07:54.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>«Prémio Nobel para ElBaradei incomoda meio mundo»</title><summary type='text'>«Nobel da Paz foi este ano para a Agência Internacional da Energia Atómica e o seu director-geral. Do Irão aos Estados Unidos, a controvérsia não se fez esperar.»in DN, 08/10/2005."for their efforts to prevent nuclear energy from being used for military purposes and to ensure that nuclear energy for peaceful purposes is used in the safest possible way"Sinceramente, não entendo este mundo... Ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112885592748328290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112885592748328290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112885592748328290' title='&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dn.sapo.pt/2005/10/08/editorial/paz.html&quot;&gt;«Prémio Nobel para ElBaradei incomoda meio mundo»&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112885544674948346</id><published>2005-10-09T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:51:05.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já votei!</title><summary type='text'>E tu?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112885544674948346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112885544674948346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112885544674948346' title='Eu já votei!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112855221428292519</id><published>2005-10-05T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:43:34.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me = Collection Freak</title><summary type='text'>Colecção #1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112855221428292519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112855221428292519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112855221428292519' title='Me = Collection Freak'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112828747073289310</id><published>2005-10-02T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:11:10.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pululam que nem cogumelos</title><summary type='text'>Damos as boas vindas a mais um...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112828747073289310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112828747073289310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112828747073289310' title='Pululam que nem cogumelos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112782737749562589</id><published>2005-09-27T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:22:57.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronto, está bem...</title><summary type='text'>A pedido de várias famílias...CLEAR!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112782737749562589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112782737749562589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112782737749562589' title='Pronto, está bem...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112600714552073500</id><published>2005-09-06T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:45:00.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este blog morreu</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112600714552073500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112600714552073500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600714552073500' title='Este blog morreu'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112204831398435406</id><published>2005-07-22T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:48:31.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui... mais uma vez!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112204831398435406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112204831398435406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112204831398435406' title='Fui... mais uma vez!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112195771097883984</id><published>2005-07-21T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:55:10.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FIKE 2005 - Festival Internacional de Curtas Metragens de Évora.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112195771097883984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112195771097883984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112195771097883984' title='FIKE 2005 - Festival Internacional de Curtas Metragens de Évora.'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112137629005825322</id><published>2005-07-14T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:25:39.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquece lá isso!!!</title><summary type='text'>O meu blog decidiu arreliar-me e mandar os "posts" todos aqui para baixo.Mas, sinceramente, não estou para me chatear e perder tempo a perceber porquê...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112137629005825322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112137629005825322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112137629005825322' title='Esquece lá isso!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-112086655493182886</id><published>2005-07-10T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:50:26.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble @ Carcavelos (Arrastão Day)</title><summary type='text'>Só para relembrar este "post", e que, segundo li em algum lado, já não sei bem onde, o álbum dos Humble está mesmo mesmo a rebentar...Be aware!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112086655493182886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/112086655493182886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112086655493182886' title='Humble @ Carcavelos (Arrastão Day)'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111935029706050375</id><published>2005-06-21T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:38:17.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auschwitz</title><summary type='text'>«Começou a apoderar-se de mim o sentimento dos actos falhados. Aqui estava tudo o que eu já conhecia muito bem das fotografias. A inscrição do portão de entrada, a vedação de arame farpado esticado entre postes de betão dobrados, os edifícios de pedra - tudo parecia irreal, como se fosse uma cópia do original. Fui incapaz de sentir a atmosfera para que me preparara durante dias. Tinha a impressão</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111935029706050375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111935029706050375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935029706050375' title='Auschwitz'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111895123001527371</id><published>2005-06-16T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:47:10.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><summary type='text'>ittakesa lot ofdesperationdissatisfactionanddisillusiontowriteafewgoodpoems.it's notforeverybodyeither towriteitor even toreadit.- Charles Bukowski -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111895123001527371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111895123001527371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111895123001527371' title='Poetry'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111883331984563999</id><published>2005-06-15T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:01:59.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excepção - O Paradoxo</title><summary type='text'>"Não há regra sem excepção"Isto é uma regra.Logo, tem uma excepção.A excepção é: Há regras (pelo menos uma) que não tem excepção.Assim, a excepção que confirma a regra é:"Há regras sem excepção"(???)'Tou todo queimado....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111883331984563999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111883331984563999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111883331984563999' title='Excepção - O Paradoxo'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111875635143691015</id><published>2005-06-14T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:39:11.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate cry for help!!!</title><summary type='text'>Tenho imenso trabalho para fazer, e pouca vontade de o fazer.Preciso de motivação.Alguma sugestão?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111875635143691015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111875635143691015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875635143691015' title='Desperate cry for help!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111875564402516291</id><published>2005-06-13T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:43:16.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><summary type='text'>«Não temos já nada para dar.Dentro de tinão há nada que me peça água.O passado é inútil como um trapo.E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.Adeus.»- Eugénio de Andrade -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111875564402516291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111875564402516291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875564402516291' title='Adeus'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111843023638474937</id><published>2005-06-10T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:37:44.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>«Gosto da tua boca quando sabea chocolate, a vinho tinto de Portalegre,a mar (é sempre a mesma coisa, temde aparecer sempre o mar), pensandobem gosto da tua boca sempre.Às vezes a tua boca ri e nada sabe,ri porque prevê a hora certa da minha alegria.Também eu mergulho no mar, porémlogo secos ficam meus cabelos quandome lembro que hoje é outra vez dia de S. Nunca.»- Hélder Moura Pereira -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111843023638474937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111843023638474937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111843023638474937' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111817617285282373</id><published>2005-06-07T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:17:41.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with my flash</title><summary type='text'>No Flash</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111817617285282373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111817617285282373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111817617285282373' title='Playing with my flash'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111809527498421909</id><published>2005-06-06T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:04:40.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É justo, eu andava a pedi-las... Prometeram-me vingança, ela aqui está:Tamanho total dos arquivos no meu computador?Em casa, zero (tenho os cds à mão), mas no trabalho já vou com 72 horas de música (ai se o meu chefe descobre).Último disco que comprei:The Best Of Skatalites (Vinil)Stone Gossard - Bayleaf (CD)Canção que estás a escutar agora:Blue Valentines - Tom Waits5 discos/músicos que ouço </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111809527498421909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111809527498421909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111809527498421909' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111711547888635372</id><published>2005-06-03T08:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T08:42:09.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 5 - Cuba -&gt; Alvito</title><summary type='text'>CubaAlvito</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711547888635372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711547888635372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111711547888635372' title='Dia 5 - Cuba -&gt; Alvito'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111711511435926136</id><published>2005-06-01T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:39:15.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 4 - Barrancos -&gt; Castelo de Noudar -&gt; Amareleja -&gt; Aldeia da Estrela -&gt; Barragem de Alqueva -&gt; Moura -&gt; Vidigueira</title><summary type='text'>BarrancosCastelo de NoudarAmarelejaAldeia da Estrela (Albufeira da Barragem de Alqueva)Barragem de AlquevaMouraVidigueira</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711511435926136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711511435926136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111711511435926136' title='Dia 4 - Barrancos -&gt; Castelo de Noudar -&gt; Amareleja -&gt; Aldeia da Estrela -&gt; Barragem de Alqueva -&gt; Moura -&gt; Vidigueira'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111711448781368074</id><published>2005-05-30T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:55:45.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 3 - Beja</title><summary type='text'>Beja</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711448781368074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711448781368074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711448781368074' title='Dia 3 - Beja'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111711423972626266</id><published>2005-05-28T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:41:55.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 2 - Sra. de Arecelis -&gt; Pulo do Lobo -&gt; Mértola -&gt; Pomarão -&gt; Minas de São Domingos -&gt; Serpa</title><summary type='text'>Ermida e Miradouro da Sra. de Aracelis (Mértola)Pulo do Lobo (Rio Guadiana - Mértola)MértolaPomarãoMinas de São DomingosSerpa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711423972626266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711423972626266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711423972626266' title='Dia 2 - Sra. de Arecelis -&gt; Pulo do Lobo -&gt; Mértola -&gt; Pomarão -&gt; Minas de São Domingos -&gt; Serpa'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111711363381615009</id><published>2005-05-26T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T14:22:04.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 1 - Vila Nova de Milfontes -&gt; Zambujeira do Mar -&gt; São Teotónio -&gt; Odemira</title><summary type='text'>Já voltei há alguns dias, por isso está na hora de pôr aqui umas fotos. Como não tenho o dom da oratória e do relato, como o nosso amigo Alex, ficam apenas as fotos. Se tiverem alguma dúvida, comentário ou sugestão, deixem um "problema" :)Vila Nova de MilfontesZambujeira do MarSão TeotónioOdemira</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711363381615009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111711363381615009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711363381615009' title='Dia 1 - Vila Nova de Milfontes -&gt; Zambujeira do Mar -&gt; São Teotónio -&gt; Odemira'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111670112989323535</id><published>2005-05-21T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T19:45:29.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111670112989323535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111670112989323535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111670112989323535' title='Voltei!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111601469461113836</id><published>2005-05-15T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:21:15.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Próxima paragem</title><summary type='text'>"...no Alentejo tão liiiiiindo!!!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111601469461113836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111601469461113836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111601469461113836' title='Próxima paragem'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111601372818220657</id><published>2005-05-13T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:06:12.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><summary type='text'>O Alex manda, por isso aqui vai:1. Qual o último filme que viste no cinema?Sábado, de Juan Villegas2. Qual a tua sessão preferida?É indiferente. Qualquer hora é boa para se ver bom cinema.3. Qual o primeiro filme que te fascinou?Cinema Paraíso4. Para que filme gostarias de ser transportado?De novo, Cinema Paraíso, como mero espectador, mas no local.5. E, já agora, qual a personagem de filme que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111601372818220657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111601372818220657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111601372818220657' title='Cinema'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111356677211697772</id><published>2005-04-15T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:23:20.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrente de Literatura</title><summary type='text'>Como estou "descomputadorizado" no meu domícilo, pedi 5 minutinhos ao meu chefe para responder ao desafio do Alex. Então aqui vai:Não podendo sair do Fahrenheit 451, que livro quererias ser?Conheço a história, mas não li o livro. Mas, das duas, uma: Ou o próprio Fahrenheit 451, ou (caso exista) o Como iniciar uma fogueira - Guia prático de introdução :)Já alguma vez ficaste apanhadinha(o) por um(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111356677211697772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111356677211697772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111356677211697772' title='Corrente de Literatura'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111277825187072564</id><published>2005-04-06T10:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:07:38.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike McCready &amp; Kim Thayil</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111277825187072564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111277825187072564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111277825187072564' title='Mike McCready &amp; Kim Thayil'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111252622833565943</id><published>2005-04-03T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:03:48.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am roadborn</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111252622833565943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111252622833565943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252622833565943' title='I am roadborn'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111236523974904232</id><published>2005-04-01T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:20:39.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É MENTIRA!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Não acreditem em nada do que vos disserem hoje.É tudo mentira!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111236523974904232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111236523974904232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236523974904232' title='É MENTIRA!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111187758153908907</id><published>2005-03-26T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:55:22.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley Les Paul Special</title><summary type='text'>Ai se me saísse o euromilhões...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111187758153908907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111187758153908907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111187758153908907' title='Bob Marley Les Paul Special'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111105286254347223</id><published>2005-03-17T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:55:28.566Z</updated><title type='text'>O Lobo Mau</title><summary type='text'>O Lobo Mau morreu!Longa vida ao Lobo Mau!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111105286254347223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111105286254347223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111105286254347223' title='O Lobo Mau'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111079422854183381</id><published>2005-03-14T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:57:08.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Outra Sugestão</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111079422854183381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111079422854183381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111079422854183381' title='Outra Sugestão'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111066449382430122</id><published>2005-03-12T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:54:53.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111066449382430122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111066449382430122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111066449382430122' title='Sugestão'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-111015331963073605</id><published>2005-03-06T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:55:19.630Z</updated><title type='text'>No Prelo</title><summary type='text'>«LA SALIDA DEL DEFAULT: UNA NUEVA ETAPA EN LA ECONOMIA ARGENTINA:Luego de tres años de default, el canje de la deuda cerró con un 76,07 por ciento de adhesión.»Clarín, 04/03/05</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111015331963073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/111015331963073605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111015331963073605' title='No Prelo'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110989057033853941</id><published>2005-03-03T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:49:43.023Z</updated><title type='text'>De regresso</title><summary type='text'>Estou de regresso, são e salvo, de terras bascas.No bolso trago: o calor e a simpatia dos bilbaínos e vitorianos; os cenários naturais onde o homem encaixou Bilbao; as ruas brancas da neve de Vitoria; várias converas, num castelhano arranhado, com um italiano; a imensa de vontade de descobrir a estranha e misteriosa língua que é o Euskera. Ah, e também estas fotos.BILBO/BILBAOGASTEIZ/VITORIA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110989057033853941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110989057033853941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110989057033853941' title='De regresso'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110919883748461715</id><published>2005-02-24T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:37:45.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Próxima paragem</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110919883748461715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110919883748461715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110919883748461715' title='Próxima paragem'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110898192683457391</id><published>2005-02-21T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:34:22.310Z</updated><title type='text'>As eleições vistas lá fora</title><summary type='text'>ABC, Agencia EFE, El Mundo, Le Figaro, Le Monde, Corriere della Sera, La Reppublica, Der Spiegel, Die Welt, Frankfurter Allgemeine, Hamburger Morgen Post, Süddeutsche Zeitung, De Telegraaf, BBC, The Guardian, Lidové Noviny, Magyar Hírlap, Frettabladid, Folha de São Paulo, Clarín, La Nación, Los Angeles TimesP.S.: aceitam-se sugestões</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110898192683457391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110898192683457391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110898192683457391' title='As eleições vistas lá fora'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110890222129140797</id><published>2005-02-20T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:23:41.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de eleições</title><summary type='text'>"I trust I can rely on your vote"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110890222129140797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110890222129140797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890222129140797' title='Dia de eleições'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110855840809421558</id><published>2005-02-16T12:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:57:03.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Mojo</title><summary type='text'>Há imenso tempo que não encontrava esta revista...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110855840809421558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110855840809421558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110855840809421558' title='Mojo'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110841214649448706</id><published>2005-02-15T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:54:55.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Humble</title><summary type='text'>A pedido de várias famílias, lá arranjei uma maneira de vos dar música. Ainda não ponho o meu blog a cantar, mas levo-vos até onde a música se pode ouvir.E a minha sugestão vai para os Humble. Os Humble são uma banda portuguesa de Ska/Punk, que já há uns meses ganharam o direito a constar da minha lista de "links da orelha", ao lado de nomes como Pearl Jam e Tom Waits. Os moços estão agora a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110841214649448706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110841214649448706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110841214649448706' title='Humble'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110838030386080560</id><published>2005-02-14T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:29:10.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Peace And Love - Neil Young</title><summary type='text'>Peace and loveFlying so highPeace and loveToo young to diePeace and loveNow you decideStay for the childrenYou don't really want to goCan't feel it pulling like you didPeace and lovePeace and loveOnly a rideStrength is goneDying insideTell me nowWhat did you findFound love in the peopleLivin' in a sacred landFound love in the peoplePeace and loveFound love found hateSaw my mistakeBroke walls of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110838030386080560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110838030386080560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110838030386080560' title='Peace And Love - Neil Young'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110823732562636836</id><published>2005-02-12T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:42:05.626Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #8</title><summary type='text'>"Mas na nossa época não há guerras, por mais extensas, nem vitórias, por mais perfeitas que consigam resolver os problemas que lhes deram origem. Pelo contrário: levantam um sem número de outros novos e mais complexos." - Ivo Andrić </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110823732562636836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110823732562636836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110823732562636836' title='(In)Citação #8'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110795086460417178</id><published>2005-02-09T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T12:17:26.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Book Pages</title><summary type='text'>"Nothing is ever touched so dearly or treated so roughly as a page. Some people flick. Some people dog-ear. Some caress and others take in the scent -- ruffling all the pages together. You can only smell that scent once. The New Book Scent. It diminishes every ruffle from then on. But what she starts to lack in scent, she picks up in character. Every spill, every tear, every fold is a part of her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110795086460417178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110795086460417178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795086460417178' title='Book Pages'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110778758644493254</id><published>2005-02-07T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:46:26.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Pinball Wizard - The Who</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I was a young boyI've played the silver ballFrom Soho down to BrightonI must have played them allBut I ain't seen nothing like himIn any amusement hallThat deaf, dumb and blind kidSure plays a mean pinballHe stands like a statueBecomes part of the machineFeeling all the bumpersAlways playing cleanHe plays by intuitionThe digit counters fallThat deaf, dumb and blind kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110778758644493254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110778758644493254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110778758644493254' title='Pinball Wizard - The Who'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110716325777429752</id><published>2005-01-31T09:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T09:20:57.773Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos</title><summary type='text'>Esta semana, dedicada totalmente à leitura, não me chegou nada aos ouvidos...Desculpem lá, fica para a semana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110716325777429752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110716325777429752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110716325777429752' title='As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110712911215894295</id><published>2005-01-30T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:55:15.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Sunday</title><summary type='text'>30 de Janeiro de 1972</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110712911215894295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110712911215894295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110712911215894295' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.paramountclassics.com/bloodysunday/&quot;&gt;Bloody Sunday&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110687084078212358</id><published>2005-01-29T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:41:42.100Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #7</title><summary type='text'>"Parece-me que nesta terra, entre os mentalmente saudáveis, só os idiotas podem sustentar a ordem." - Deszö Kosztolányi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110687084078212358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110687084078212358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110687084078212358' title='(In)Citação #7'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110669105448465120</id><published>2005-01-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:10:54.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Fez hoje um ano...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110669105448465120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110669105448465120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110669105448465120' title='Fez hoje um ano...'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110622448296077313</id><published>2005-01-24T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:24:18.990Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos</title><summary type='text'>Emir Kusturica &amp; The No Smoking Orchestra - When Life Was A MiracleFiona Apple - A MistakeNagual - ErosionNeil Young - Peace And LoveHumble - Hope Your Not Recording MeThree And A Quarter - Mais Uma VezPearl Jam - Save You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110622448296077313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110622448296077313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622448296077313' title='As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110622586909499430</id><published>2005-01-22T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:59:43.816Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #6</title><summary type='text'>"Mas outra voz na minha mente disse: e onde está escrito que os amores se constroem falando? Isso também era verdade. Digamos que falar ajuda a chegar ao mesmo sítio. Eu próprio tinha defendido que o cúmulo da união entre duas pessoas acontece quando são capazes de passar uma tarde sem dirigirem uma palavra um ao outro. A pura companhia em silêncio." - Santiago Gamboa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110622586909499430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110622586909499430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622586909499430' title='(In)Citação #6'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110616221641607265</id><published>2005-01-19T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:16:56.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a miracle</title><summary type='text'>Give peace a chance,give war romance...But little did I knowMr. Preacher manWhat real life could doAnd shit could hit the fanLife is beyond peace and warJustice and crimeDo you remember that timewhen life was a miracle...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110616221641607265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110616221641607265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110616221641607265' title='Life is a miracle'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110596466276390062</id><published>2005-01-17T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T12:38:25.213Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos</title><summary type='text'>A segunda-feira é díficil, tem que se começar devagarinho.Ai, que nunca mais é fim-de-semana!!Mugison - Poke a PalThe Wannadies - You And Me SongAimee Mann - How Am I DifferentBeth Hirsch - Dream OnFlood - Parte de MíMão Morta - CárcereLive - Freaks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110596466276390062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110596466276390062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596466276390062' title='As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110323397146235028</id><published>2005-01-15T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-15T08:59:52.806Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #5</title><summary type='text'>"O amor, ora aí está um engodo que nunca falhou, sempre devo ter fodido alguém" - Samuel Beckett </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110323397146235028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110323397146235028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110323397146235028' title='(In)Citação #5'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110565374744038290</id><published>2005-01-13T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:02:27.440Z</updated><title type='text'>El Más Grande</title><summary type='text'>La camiseta de Boca se tiene que chicanearPara quem não sabe, o equipamento tradicional do River Plate ée do Boca Juniors éPS: É por estas e por outras que eu adoro o futebol argentino.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110565374744038290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110565374744038290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110565374744038290' title='El Más Grande'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110478962060424658</id><published>2005-01-10T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:22:42.393Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos</title><summary type='text'>Bora lá... Mais uma semana, mais uma voltinha!!!Mark Lanegan Band - BombedQueens Of The Stone Age - No One KnowsFaith No More - Midlife CrisisWray Gunn - Speed FreakPearl Jam - BloodBlur - Coffee &amp; TVTom Waits - Burma Shave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110478962060424658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110478962060424658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478962060424658' title='As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110323303081036929</id><published>2005-01-08T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:19:45.723Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #4</title><summary type='text'>"O céu de Paris tem as suas leis próprias, que funcionam independentemente da cidade que há por baixo" - Paul Auster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110323303081036929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110323303081036929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110323303081036929' title='(In)Citação #4'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110496392804476145</id><published>2005-01-06T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:37:16.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a origem da lua</title><summary type='text'>Desculpem se destruo algum misticismo, mas achei esta teoria extraordinária!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110496392804476145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110496392804476145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110496392804476145' title='Sobre a origem da lua'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110479027355081720</id><published>2005-01-04T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:51:29.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Gumes 7</title><summary type='text'>- Ouviste o que disse o aquecedor?- Como?- Repara na luz. Repara como muda de intensidade... Está a dizer qualquer coisa!- Mas isso é um aquecedor, não fala!!!- Shut!... Não ouves o murmúrio?... Está a dizer qualquer coisa!- Mas isso é o barulho da electricidade a passar...- Shut!... Escuta!...- Deixa-te de tretas. Vamos embora!- Não posso.- Não podes?!?...- Tenho de ficar ao pé da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110479027355081720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110479027355081720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110479027355081720' title='Gumes 7'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110462352151100888</id><published>2005-01-03T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-03T09:49:11.336Z</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos</title><summary type='text'>Ah... o ano de 2005 é isto? Está bem... Vale a banda-sonora!!!The Zutons - Zuton FeverSoundgarden - Black Hole SunThe Clash - London CallingClã - Topo de GamaPortishead - HummingRadiohead - There ThereTricky - For Real</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110462352151100888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110462352151100888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110462352151100888' title='As coisas que me chegam aos ouvidos'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110444340289925522</id><published>2004-12-31T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:27:38.883Z</updated><title type='text'>More Than Rain</title><summary type='text'>It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonightit's more than thunder it's more than thunderit's more than a bad dream now that I'm sobernothing but sad times nothing but sad timesnone of our pockets are filled with goldnobody's caught the boquetthere are no dead presidents we can foldnothing is going our wayand it's more than goodbye I have to say to youit's more than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110444340289925522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110444340289925522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110444340289925522' title='More Than Rain'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110422741527871824</id><published>2004-12-28T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:50:15.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Urban Greetings</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110422741527871824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110422741527871824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110422741527871824' title='Urban Greetings'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110410200330430762</id><published>2004-12-27T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:09:40.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Contenças de Baixo</title><summary type='text'>De volta à agitada capital. Para trás ficou a paz da Beira Alta. Mas desta vez documentada :)Bem vindos às Contenças de Baixo, aldeia do concelho de Mangualde, situado junto ao vale do Rio Mondego, que divide os distritos de Viseu e da Guarda.Embora sem grande história, a aldeia é fértil em produzir Ministros da Administração Interna. Aqui nasceram Manuel Pereira, ministro do primeiro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110410200330430762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110410200330430762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110410200330430762' title='Contenças de Baixo'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110384734343202711</id><published>2004-12-24T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:36:51.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><summary type='text'>Bom, vou-me pirar para a cama, que amanhã é para a alvorada. Às 7 da manhã quer o meu pai já se ter metido à estrada em direcção às beiras, e em direcção à terra sem a qual, para mim, o Natal não é Natal. Contenças de Baixo (sim, com cedilha, que ainda não encontrei um mapa que fosse que escrevesse Contenças como deve de ser), a mirar a Serra da Estrela. A ver se desta vez tiro umas fotos com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110384734343202711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110384734343202711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110384734343202711' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110375170452589788</id><published>2004-12-22T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:41:44.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Santa Bob</title><summary type='text'>Tenho reparado, ao longo dos últimos anos, que, chegando a esta altura do Natal, e em vez dos tradicionais "Jingle Bells" ou "Noite Feliz", só me apetece ouvir Bob Marley!One love, one heartLet's get together and feel alright...Serei normal???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110375170452589788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110375170452589788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110375170452589788' title='Santa Bob'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110365777445788261</id><published>2004-12-21T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:36:14.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ich habe keine idee...Kann man helfen mich?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110365777445788261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110365777445788261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365777445788261' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110254283963763866</id><published>2004-12-18T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:58:42.886Z</updated><title type='text'>(In)Citação #3</title><summary type='text'>"Todos nós criamos o mundo à nossa medida. O mundo longo dos longevos e curto dos que partem prematuramente. O mundo simples dos simples e o complexo dos complicados. Criamo-lo na consciência, dando a cada acidente, facto ou comportamento a significação intelectual ou afectiva que a nossa mente ou a nossa sensibilidade consentem." - Miguel Torga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110254283963763866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110254283963763866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110254283963763866' title='(In)Citação #3'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090867.post-110322857038326875</id><published>2004-12-17T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-17T09:59:34.506Z</updated><title type='text'>A definição</title><summary type='text'>Uma marca de champôs afirma que o uso regular dos seus produtos "torna os caracóis até 71% mais definidos".A questão é: Como é que se quantifica a definição de um caracol de cabelo? E já agora, pode haver excesso de definição?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110322857038326875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6090867/posts/default/110322857038326875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keineproblem.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110322857038326875' title='A definição'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980294384162466748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
