<?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-5625986</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:40:34.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>noctívago</title><subtitle type='html'>Não quero ser um génio... Já tenho problemas suficientes ao tentar ser um homem. - A. Camus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</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>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-116325633873235455</id><published>2006-11-11T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:45:38.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><summary type='text'>This is the end, beautiful friendThis is the end, my only friendThe end of our elaborate plansThe end of everything that standsThe end(...)Jim Morrison</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/116325633873235455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=116325633873235455' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/116325633873235455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/116325633873235455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/11/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115800608508822604</id><published>2006-09-11T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:21:25.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de Setembro 1973</title><summary type='text'> ALLENDE SEMPRE! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115800608508822604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115800608508822604' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115800608508822604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115800608508822604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/09/11-de-setembro-1973.html' title='11 de Setembro 1973'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115601158844247775</id><published>2006-08-19T20:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:21:59.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>arte musica</title><summary type='text'>Musica enquanto objecto de arte.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115601158844247775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115601158844247775' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115601158844247775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115601158844247775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/08/arte-musica.html' title='arte musica'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115316588230087787</id><published>2006-07-17T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:51:22.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além do começo</title><summary type='text'> Praga, Rep. ChecaPor onde vais? Subir... descer. Encontrar-te a meio caminho. Percorrer a distância que nos separa. E se de repente a minha mão tocasse na tua? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115316588230087787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115316588230087787' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115316588230087787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115316588230087787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-alm-do-comeo.html' title='Para além do começo'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115195828075925169</id><published>2006-07-03T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:26:05.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque gosto de poesia</title><summary type='text'>SONETO DO AMOR TOTALAmo-te tanto, meu amor... não canteO humano coração com mais verdade...Amo-te como amigo e como amanteNuma sempre diversa realidade.Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestanteE te amo além, presente na saudade.Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdadeDentro da eternidade e a cada instante.Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmenteDe um amor sem mistério e sem virtudeCom um desejo maciço e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115195828075925169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115195828075925169' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195828075925169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195828075925169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/07/porque-gosto-de-poesia.html' title='Porque gosto de poesia'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115195779787410373</id><published>2006-07-03T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:16:37.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque gosto de faróis</title><summary type='text'>Farol de Santa Marta, Cascais</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115195779787410373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115195779787410373' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195779787410373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195779787410373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/07/porque-gosto-de-faris.html' title='Porque gosto de faróis'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115195768235817765</id><published>2006-07-03T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:22:19.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque gosto de Jorge de Sena</title><summary type='text'>Jardim dos Poetas, Oeiras</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115195768235817765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115195768235817765' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195768235817765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115195768235817765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/07/porque-gosto-de-jorge-de-sena.html' title='Porque gosto de Jorge de Sena'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-115018647099353989</id><published>2006-06-13T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:14:31.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Central</title><summary type='text'> Foto António Nunes  A estrada que não existepercorre todos os caminhos.Basta acreditar que ainda existe a possibilidade de felicidade.Está ali mesmo, por detrás daquela montanha.Vamos, agarra-a, é tua.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/115018647099353989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=115018647099353989' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115018647099353989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/115018647099353989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/06/foto-central.html' title='Foto Central'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114578558303807995</id><published>2006-04-23T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:46:23.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícia</title><summary type='text'>Sam Riley é o nome do actor que fará de Ian Curtis no aguardado biopic Control. Samantha Morton fará o papel da mulher de Curtis, Deborah, e a actriz romena Alexandra Maria Lara vestirá o papel de Annik Honoré, a amante de Curtis.Entretanto os New Order preparam-se para gravar algumas musicas dos Joy Division que farão parte da banda sonora do filme.Temos então, um realizador, Anton Corbijn, que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114578558303807995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114578558303807995' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114578558303807995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114578558303807995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/04/notcia.html' title='Notícia'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114578554233785290</id><published>2006-04-23T11:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:45:42.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><summary type='text'>Este blog parece-se um pouco com uma namorada que tive, que de 15 em 15 dias me deixava, para logo, uns dias mais tarde, voltar. Até que um dia partiu e nunca mais regressou.Ma eu não vou partir, virei aqui menos é certo, também porque os assuntos se vão esgotando e a vontade neste momento não é muita. Ainda assim estarei sempre presente, embora mais espaçadamente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114578554233785290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114578554233785290' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114578554233785290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114578554233785290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114363183980996247</id><published>2006-03-29T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:30:39.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckett</title><summary type='text'>"O fim está no começo, e no entanto continua-se"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114363183980996247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114363183980996247' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114363183980996247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114363183980996247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/03/beckett.html' title='Beckett'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114344710959510527</id><published>2006-03-27T10:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:11:49.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>poema</title><summary type='text'>Foto: António NunesOnde quer que estejaOnde quer que esteja, em qualquer lugarna Terra, escondo dos outros a certeza deque n ã o s o u d a q u i.Como se tivesse sido enviado para absorvero máximo das cores, sons, cheiros, sabores,provar de tudo o que éreservado ao Homem, converter o vividonum registo mágico e levá-lo para lá, de ondeparti.Czeslaw Milosz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114344710959510527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114344710959510527' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114344710959510527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114344710959510527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/03/poema.html' title='poema'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114284743668211858</id><published>2006-03-20T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:37:18.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vez mais</title><summary type='text'>«Sabe Deus» diz Windisch, «para que é que elas existem, as mulheres.» O guarda-nocturno encolhe os ombros: «Para nós é que não» diz ele. «Nem para mim, nem para ti. Não sei para quem.» O guarda-nocturno faz uma festa ao cão. «E as filhas», diz Windisch, «sabe Deus, também elas se tornam mulheres.»Herta Müller, in O homem é um grande faisão sobre a terra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114284743668211858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114284743668211858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114284743668211858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114284743668211858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/03/uma-vez-mais.html' title='Uma vez mais'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114232817752138890</id><published>2006-03-14T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:22:57.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E a Terra gira</title><summary type='text'>A Alemanha declarou Guerra à Rússia.À tarde fui nadar.Franz Kafka, Diário 1914</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114232817752138890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114232817752138890' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114232817752138890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114232817752138890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-terra-gira.html' title='E a Terra gira'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114104158434762573</id><published>2006-02-27T13:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:03:17.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A cidade desaparece</title><summary type='text'> Foto: António NunesCruzo a minha alma com a tuaTrespasso a fronteiraOlho em teus olhos escurosE parto, silenciosamente caminho… </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114104158434762573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114104158434762573' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114104158434762573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114104158434762573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/cidade-desaparece_27.html' title='A cidade desaparece'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-114045409107264281</id><published>2006-02-20T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:51:22.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para lá do horizonte</title><summary type='text'>A cidade abrandamarca-me escrito a fogo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/114045409107264281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=114045409107264281' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114045409107264281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/114045409107264281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/para-l-do-horizonte.html' title='Para lá do horizonte'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113984852466252471</id><published>2006-02-13T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:43:08.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ao correr do tempo...</title><summary type='text'>  foto nuno s.Não existes – és um fantasma e mais nada. Só eu existo no mundo. Mesmo desgraçado, me sinto existir como nunca. A tua imagem é uma sombra que me persegue e arredo. Agora sou só e livre – só e desesperado.Raul Brandão, HúmusNaquele quarto de hotel, abandonado aos meus pensamentos mais ignóbeis, quis ter-te só para mim, sabendo contudo que o teu amor era a prazo.Enganei-me, procurando</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113984852466252471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113984852466252471' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113984852466252471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113984852466252471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/ao-correr-do-tempo.html' title='ao correr do tempo...'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113957509608447523</id><published>2006-02-10T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:38:16.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, dois...</title><summary type='text'>O tornar-se um em vez de dois é a verdadeira expressão de uma antiga necessidade da humanidade. A razão é que a natureza humana era originalmente una e nós éramos um todo, e o desejo e a busca do todo recebe o nome de amor.Platão - O Banquete</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113957509608447523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113957509608447523' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113957509608447523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113957509608447523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-dois.html' title='Um, dois...'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113924692694437068</id><published>2006-02-06T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:26:04.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade de expressão</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113924692694437068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113924692694437068' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113924692694437068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113924692694437068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/liberdade-de-expresso.html' title='Liberdade de expressão'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113889996575018532</id><published>2006-02-02T19:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:17:00.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Machado de Assis</title><summary type='text'>Queriam-se, sempre se quiseram muito, apesar dos ciúmes que tinham um do outro, ou por isso mesmo. Desde namorada, ela exerceu sobre ele a influência de todas as namoradas deste mundo, e acaso do outro, se as há tão longe.In Memorial de Aires</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113889996575018532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113889996575018532' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113889996575018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113889996575018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/machado-de-assis.html' title='Machado de Assis'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113889836270929357</id><published>2006-02-02T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:39:25.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</title><summary type='text'> Quando eu morrer voltarei para buscarOs instantes que não vivi junto do mar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113889836270929357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113889836270929357' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113889836270929357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113889836270929357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/sophia-de-mello-breyner-andresen.html' title='Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113887215124192314</id><published>2006-02-02T11:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:22:31.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duelo</title><summary type='text'>Toco o teu crânio com dedos leves, mortificados pelomedo. Tu dizes algo. A tua voz perde-se no oco de tubos,fios a prumo, corpo adentro. Não percebo o que dizes.Mudo é o dia e o teu dizer.Luís Quintais, Duelo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113887215124192314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113887215124192314' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113887215124192314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113887215124192314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/02/duelo_02.html' title='Duelo'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113864057986968942</id><published>2006-01-30T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:08:54.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Volubilidade</title><summary type='text'> Pensem quais podem ser as razões básicas para o desespero. Cada um de vocês terá as suas. Proponho-vos as minhas: a volubilidade do amor, a fragilidade do nosso corpo, a opressiva mesquinhez que domina a vida social, a trágica solidão em que no fundo todos vivemos, os reveses da amizade, a monotonia e a insensibilidade que andam associadas ao costume de viver.Henrique Vila-Matas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113864057986968942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113864057986968942' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113864057986968942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113864057986968942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/01/volubilidade.html' title='Volubilidade'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113803137931817226</id><published>2006-01-23T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:49:39.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura como salvação</title><summary type='text'>Não possuímos mais consciência do que a literatura, que foi sempre a salvação dos condenados, inspirou e guiou os amantes, venceu o desespero, e talvez consiga vir a salvar o mundo.John Cheever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113803137931817226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113803137931817226' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113803137931817226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113803137931817226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/01/literatura-como-salvao.html' title='Literatura como salvação'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113743176075162070</id><published>2006-01-16T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:20:34.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[!!!]</title><summary type='text'> apesar da minha melancolia incompreensível  nunca consegui levar nada realmente a sério     - August Strindberg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113743176075162070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113743176075162070' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113743176075162070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113743176075162070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='[!!!]'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113587005950201705</id><published>2005-12-29T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:40:50.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><summary type='text'>Eduoard BoubatRespiro o teu corpo Respiro o teu corpo:sabe a lua-de-água ao amanhecer,sabe a cal molhada,sabe a luz mordida,sabe a brisa nua,ao sangue dos rios,sabe a rosa louca,ao cair da noitesabe a pedra amarga,sabe à minha boca.Eugénio de Andrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113587005950201705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113587005950201705' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113587005950201705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113587005950201705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113543435859182711</id><published>2005-12-24T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:30:59.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><summary type='text'>À JosyUm murmúrio ausenteE hoje eu aqui cheio de genteO que me faz triste e distanteCom tua voz em minha mentePorque estou assim, bem seiMeu amor saltitanteAmanhã ver-te-ei, e um beijo te oferecerei</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113543435859182711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113543435859182711' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113543435859182711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113543435859182711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113535489449796827</id><published>2005-12-23T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:27:45.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade!</title><summary type='text'> Paolo Pellegrim, MagnumPaz e liberdade para a Palestina em 2006. Boas Festas para todos os noctívagos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113535489449796827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113535489449796827' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535489449796827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535489449796827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade!'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113535277706856439</id><published>2005-12-23T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:51:17.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><summary type='text'> Velho Menino-Deus que me vens verQuando o ano passou e as dores passaram:Sim, pedi-te o brinquedo, e queria-o ter,Mas quando as minhas dores o desejaram...Agora, outras quimeras me tentaramEm reinos onde tu não tens poder...Outras mãos mentirosas me acenaramA chamar, a mostrar e a prometer...Vem, apesar de tudo, se queres vir.Vem com neve nos ombros, a sorrirA quem nunca doiraste a solidão...Mas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113535277706856439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113535277706856439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535277706856439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535277706856439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113535241893240218</id><published>2005-12-23T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:40:18.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5</title><summary type='text'>Nunca fui muito de tops, mas desta vez aqui fica o meu Top 5 de 2005 no que diz respeito a musica e a filmes.Cinema1. Crash (Paul Haggis)2. Million Dollar Baby (Clint Eastwood)3. 2046 (Wong Kar-Wai)4. Sideways (Alexander Payne)5. A Queda (Oliver Hirschbiegel)Musica1. Sigur Ros, Takk2. The Arcade Fire, Funeral3. Bright Eyes, I´m Wide Awake It´s Morning4. Anthony &amp; The Johnsons, I´m a Bird Now5. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113535241893240218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113535241893240218' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535241893240218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113535241893240218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-5.html' title='Top 5'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113465988416473785</id><published>2005-12-15T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:36:27.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>{...}</title><summary type='text'>Man Ray Tudo foi escrito, tudo foi dito, tudo foi feito,ouviu Deus dizer-lhe e ainda não tinha criado o mundo,ainda não havia nada. Também já mo tinham dito,suponho que desde o velho, fendido Nada.E começou.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Macedonio Fernández </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113465988416473785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113465988416473785' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113465988416473785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113465988416473785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_15.html' title='{...}'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113413832296867278</id><published>2005-12-09T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:32:22.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[/]</title><summary type='text'> Henry Cartier-Bressontodas asrecordaçõessão rastosde lágrimasin 2046</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113413832296867278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113413832296867278' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113413832296867278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113413832296867278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='[/]'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113379779425742538</id><published>2005-12-05T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:52:24.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not a love song</title><summary type='text'>  Henry Cartier BressonDentro de cada um de nós existe uma multidão. E, dentro dessa multidão o nosso amor foi-se dissipando, dia após dia, minuto após minuto, até ser apenas um pequeno grão de areia. Penso-te, agora só, e o que foi a nossa existência. Fica-nos bem a distancia porque nela está impregnada a saudade. E é assim que agora vivo. Parece que o nosso amor não passou de uma imaginação </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113379779425742538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113379779425742538' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113379779425742538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113379779425742538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-not-love-song.html' title='this is not a love song'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113327479610731861</id><published>2005-11-29T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:44:59.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>para sempre</title><summary type='text'>  Egon Schielepara mim,todo o amor é para sempre.perguntaste-me o que tinha sido a nossa relação. e eu disse-te: tu deste-me sexo em troca de amor, e eu dei-te amor em troca de sexo.fechaste os olhos, e eu fechei o nosso amor. o fim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113327479610731861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113327479610731861' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113327479610731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113327479610731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/para-sempre.html' title='para sempre'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113162693842101042</id><published>2005-11-10T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:51:05.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida II</title><summary type='text'>  Bill BrandtEscrevo todos os dias, embora seja um não escritor. Variações do mesmo e do nada. Tudo foi já dito pelos Gregos, é o que se costuma dizer. O que resta aos escritores é arranjar variações inovando, mas quão difícil é tal tarefa, e em especial para alguém que escreve as suas ideias sem as ter porque estas já foram todas inventadas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113162693842101042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113162693842101042' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113162693842101042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113162693842101042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/vida-ii.html' title='Vida II'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113162667730250275</id><published>2005-11-10T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:47:47.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><summary type='text'>  Henri Cartier - BressonTive uma relação com uma mulher que durou 7 anos. Foi nessa altura que comecei a escrever. Quando ela me deixou nunca mais escrevi nada. A palavra escrita perdeu o sentido, como tinha perdido a minha vontade em viver.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113162667730250275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113162667730250275' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113162667730250275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113162667730250275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113155034405168070</id><published>2005-11-09T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:37:18.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[\]</title><summary type='text'>  Andre KerteszAh quanta melancolia!Quanta, quanta solidão!Aquela alma, que vazia,Que sinto inútil e friaDentro do meu coração! Que angústia desesperada!Que mágoa que sabe a fim!Se a nau foi abandonada,E o cego caiu na estrada -Deixai-os, que é tudo assim. Sem sossego, sem sossego,Nenhum momento de meuOnde for que a alma emprego -Na estrada morreu o cegoA nau desapareceu.Fernando Pessoa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113155034405168070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113155034405168070' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113155034405168070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113155034405168070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='[\]'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113154976022258435</id><published>2005-11-09T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:24:37.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Day</title><summary type='text'> Gosto dos filmes do Clint Eastwood desde sempre, e por vezes era gozado por alguns amigos psudo intelectuais que achavam o Clint Eastwood um brutamontes. Hoje claro, todos lhe reconhecem o talento. Mas eu não gosto só destes filmes feitos na última década e que lhe deram notoriedade. Gosto da série Dirty Harry, onde um polícia fascista e justiceiro limpava as ruas da cidade de criminosos. Os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113154976022258435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113154976022258435' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113154976022258435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113154976022258435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/make-my-day.html' title='Make My Day'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113112239861958079</id><published>2005-11-04T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:45:07.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A meu favor</title><summary type='text'> Andre KerteszA meu favor Tenho o verde secreto dos teus olhos Algumas palavras de ódio algumas palavras de amor O tapete que vai partir para o infinito Esta noite ou uma noite qualquer A meu favor As paredes que insultam devagar Certo refúgio acima do murmúrio Que da vida corrente teime em vir O barco escondido pela folhagem O jardim onde a aventura recomeça.Alexandre O'Neill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113112239861958079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113112239861958079' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113112239861958079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113112239861958079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/11/meu-favor.html' title='A meu favor'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113077107678441079</id><published>2005-10-31T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:07:38.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[ ]</title><summary type='text'> foto Luiz PachecoSABES, EU GOSTO DE TIAcho-te tão meiga e ligeira –Teus olhos tão cheios de luz,gosto de ti, gosto de ti.E o teu nariz e cabelos e boca,teus olhos e teu pescoço queridoonde na gola da tua roupatens teu ouvido escondido.Sabes, gostava imenso de sertu, mas isso não pode ser,a luz envolve-te, a gente ésimplesmente aquilo que é.Ai sim, gosto de ti,gosto tanto e tanto de ti,gostava de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113077107678441079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113077107678441079' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113077107678441079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113077107678441079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='[ ]'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113042804151917178</id><published>2005-10-27T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:50:43.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weeping birch</title><summary type='text'>  weeping birch, aguarela, Karin Boye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113042804151917178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113042804151917178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113042804151917178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113042804151917178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/weeping-birch.html' title='weeping birch'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113042703467704139</id><published>2005-10-27T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:36:37.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Karin Boye</title><summary type='text'>  Karin Boye, poetisa sueca.              MEMORYQuietly would I thank my fate:never do I lose you entirely.As a pearl grows in the mussel,so within megrows your dewy essence sweet.If at last one day I forget you -then you will be blood of my blood,then you will be one with me -may the gods grant that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113042703467704139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113042703467704139' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113042703467704139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113042703467704139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/karin-boye.html' title='Karin Boye'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113034483501504953</id><published>2005-10-26T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:42:18.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>and now for something completely different</title><summary type='text'>  Monty Python</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113034483501504953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113034483501504953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113034483501504953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113034483501504953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='and now for something completely different'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113025874682063053</id><published>2005-10-25T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:54:10.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Biografia</title><summary type='text'>Torn Apart: The Life of Ian Curtis é uma nova biografia do líder dos Joy Division. Data prevista de lançamento em Inglaterra, Abril de 2006.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113025874682063053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113025874682063053' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113025874682063053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113025874682063053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/biografia.html' title='Biografia'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-113016928036995844</id><published>2005-10-24T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:58:50.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanguarda</title><summary type='text'>  Sede da Bauhaus em Dessau, Alemanha. O edifício foi projectado pelo director da escola, Walter Gropius.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/113016928036995844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=113016928036995844' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113016928036995844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/113016928036995844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/vanguarda.html' title='Vanguarda'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112973499671992900</id><published>2005-10-19T17:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:20:29.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerhard Richter</title><summary type='text'> Museu Ludwig, Colónia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112973499671992900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112973499671992900' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112973499671992900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112973499671992900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/gerhard-richter.html' title='Gerhard Richter'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112973497792672183</id><published>2005-10-19T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:18:23.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Helena Vieira da Silva</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112973497792672183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112973497792672183' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112973497792672183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112973497792672183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/maria-helena-vieira-da-silva.html' title='Maria Helena Vieira da Silva'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112956514964489197</id><published>2005-10-17T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:29:17.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolia</title><summary type='text'>Ilya A descobrir por quem ainda não conheçe.Um agradecimento ao Convicto por me relembrar esta banda de San Diego.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112956514964489197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112956514964489197' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112956514964489197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112956514964489197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/melancolia.html' title='Melancolia'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112922041753602060</id><published>2005-10-13T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:22:05.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold Pinter</title><summary type='text'>The RoomCover illustration by Andrzej KlimowskiNobel 2005. Uma boa escolha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112922041753602060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112922041753602060' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112922041753602060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112922041753602060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/harold-pinter.html' title='Harold Pinter'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112922003690552622</id><published>2005-10-13T18:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:15:47.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Pollock</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112922003690552622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112922003690552622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112922003690552622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112922003690552622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/10/jackson-pollock.html' title='Jackson Pollock'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112921975309817841</id><published>2005-10-13T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:10:28.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Warhol</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112921975309817841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112921975309817841' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112921975309817841'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112792385574405236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112792385574405236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112792385574405236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/09/mark-rothko.html' title='Mark Rothko'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112792362908266839</id><published>2005-09-28T18:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:07:09.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título</title><summary type='text'>Passamos a vinda inteira à procura da pessoa certa, depois de a encontrarmos afundamos os nossos relógios temporais e morremos para as outras coisas.Aqui há dias li num livro do Miguel Esteves Cardoso em que ele dizia não gostar nada da natureza, e dava como exemplo o facto de a palavra Mar ser mais bonita que o mar em si. Ele devia estar apaixonado quando escreveu isto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112792362908266839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112792362908266839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112792362908266839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112792362908266839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/09/sem-ttulo.html' title='Sem título'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112748971715298335</id><published>2005-09-23T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:36:28.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dualidade</title><summary type='text'> Quando estou sozinho quero estar com alguémQuando amo quero deixar de amar – sufocoQuando não amo quero amar – sinto-me desesperadoQuando tudo quero nada, quando nada quero tudo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112748971715298335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112748971715298335' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112748971715298335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112748971715298335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/09/dualidade.html' title='Dualidade'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112714525940633625</id><published>2005-09-19T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:57:18.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro</title><summary type='text'> foto António NunesPoderia ter sido um adeus, uma perdaMas nem todas as despedidas são um adeus.Na linha do horizonte lá estavas tu, com o mar perto de ti.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112714525940633625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112714525940633625' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112714525940633625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112714525940633625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/09/setembro.html' title='Setembro'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112714431546999276</id><published>2005-09-19T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:43:55.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>do sentir</title><summary type='text'>  foto António NunesNão tenho nenhuma das qualidadesque são precisas para ser um homem de sucesso.Franz KafkaRecebi hoje este mail da Natalie Aranda: “(...) Thank you for taking the time to write to me, and for not letting my words disappear into cyberspace. (…) I was struck by what you said about my words, that they showed my solitude and my emptiness. Well I must admit that at the moment my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112714431546999276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112714431546999276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112714431546999276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112714431546999276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-sentir.html' title='do sentir'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112348997254769534</id><published>2005-08-08T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:32:52.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa</title><summary type='text'>           MOTEUm adeus – à despedida          GLOSAQuem nunca se despediuPode julgar-se felizA Pessoa que assim dizÉ porque sempre sorriuMas se outra dor a feriu –A da morte desvalidaQue deixa maior feridaDe saudade e d´ amarguraMaior que essa torturaUm adeus à despedida.Fernando Pessoa, Durban, 1903</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112348997254769534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112348997254769534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112348997254769534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112348997254769534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/pessoa.html' title='Pessoa'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112325251704335639</id><published>2005-08-05T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:36:53.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Park</title><summary type='text'> O último livro de Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park, sai nos Estados Unidos no próximo dia 16. Nós por cá, admiradores (ou não) deste autor vamos ter que esperar mais alguns meses para o ler na língua de Camões. Posso contudo adiantar que é um livro que mistura a vida particular do autor com alguma ficção.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112325251704335639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112325251704335639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112325251704335639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112325251704335639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/lunar-park.html' title='Lunar Park'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112324696724047088</id><published>2005-08-05T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:04:25.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Songs</title><summary type='text'> Aqui está um filme sem substância. Nem sei como é que alguém se dá ao trabalho de filmar uma coisa destas. Prefiro o Garganta Funda, é mais sincero. No entanto sobra a música.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112324696724047088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112324696724047088' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112324696724047088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112324696724047088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/9-songs.html' title='9 Songs'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112308759568533856</id><published>2005-08-03T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T18:48:53.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhar tempo</title><summary type='text'> - Porque não saltamos a trata do namoro e nos casamos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112308759568533856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112308759568533856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112308759568533856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112308759568533856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/ganhar-tempo.html' title='Ganhar tempo'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112298293497772190</id><published>2005-08-02T13:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:44:57.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Praga</title><summary type='text'> Imagens de Praga de John Banville é um excelente livro para se ficar a conhecer a história, os costumes e os recantos mais escondidos da cidade de Kafka.A ASA iniciou esta colecção de cidades no ano passado, publicando já Paris e Veneza.Mesmo para quem não se interessa pelo tema de viagens, vale a pena comprar estes livros de capas duras, quanto mais não seja pelas excelentes capas com as não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112298293497772190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112298293497772190' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112298293497772190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112298293497772190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/praga.html' title='Praga'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112298209741912811</id><published>2005-08-02T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:29:55.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingmar Bergman</title><summary type='text'> A cada filme de Bergman que vejo a convicção de obra prima. Depois de Bergman parece não existir outro cinema. Eu fico com esta sensação estranha de não me apetecer ver outros filmes, apenas o cinema de Ingmar Bergman.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112298209741912811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112298209741912811' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112298209741912811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112298209741912811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/08/ingmar-bergman.html' title='Ingmar Bergman'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112264844490453274</id><published>2005-07-29T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:48:51.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Torre, a cidade, a mulher</title><summary type='text'>foto: nuno s. No fim do dia melancólico a palavra ressoava na minha alma: amo-te.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112264844490453274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112264844490453274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264844490453274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264844490453274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/torre-cidade-mulher.html' title='A Torre, a cidade, a mulher'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112264760106997011</id><published>2005-07-29T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:50:49.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Herberto Helder</title><summary type='text'>Se houvesse degraus na terra...Se houvesse degraus na terra e tivesse anéis o céu,eu subiria os degraus e aos anéis me prenderia.No céu podia tecer uma nuvem toda negra.E que nevasse, e chovesse, e houvesse luz nas montanhas,e à porta do meu amor o ouro se acumulasse.Beijei uma boca vermelha e a minha boca tingiu-se,levei um lenço à boca e o lenço fez-se vermelho.Fui lavá-lo na ribeira e a água </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112264760106997011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112264760106997011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264760106997011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264760106997011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/herberto-helder.html' title='Herberto Helder'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112264479268064933</id><published>2005-07-29T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:55:36.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O último instante antes de partires</title><summary type='text'>foto: nuno s. Que horas eram mesmo? Com que palavras me deixas-te? Assim, mergulhado na paisagem.Vejo o Rio e as nuvens ao fundo, mas tu desapareces-te. Foi pouco, o tempo de uma vida no meu coração. Voltarei a ver-te? Quem sabe, num outro lugar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112264479268064933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112264479268064933' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264479268064933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112264479268064933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-ltimo-instante-antes-de-partires.html' title='O último instante antes de partires'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112247742768459890</id><published>2005-07-27T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:21:04.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VF</title><summary type='text'>Manuscrito da obra "Manhã Submersa""A arte nasce de uma solidão e dirige-se a outra solidão. "Vergílio Ferreira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112247742768459890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112247742768459890' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112247742768459890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112247742768459890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/vf.html' title='VF'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112132935176660912</id><published>2005-07-14T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:23:28.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eros</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112132935176660912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112132935176660912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112132935176660912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112132935176660912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/eros.html' title='Eros'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112118211712776143</id><published>2005-07-12T17:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:31:31.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yimou</title><summary type='text'>O primeiro filme que vi de Zhang Yimou foi o Milho Vermelho. Foi a minha entrada no cinema asiático. Já lá vão bastantes anos e continuo fiel às filmografias orientais. Também porque lhes encontro muitos pontos em comum com o cinema europeu, o que não é o caso dos filmes de Yimou.Ju Dou é o meu preferido deste realizador. Vi-o quando ainda estudava no Liceu, e como curiosidade posso dizer que fez</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112118211712776143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112118211712776143' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112118211712776143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112118211712776143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/yimou.html' title='Yimou'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112073539109529515</id><published>2005-07-07T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:24:40.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Titjarkvov Museum</title><summary type='text'>Robert Capa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112073539109529515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112073539109529515' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112073539109529515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112073539109529515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/titjarkvov-museum.html' title='Titjarkvov Museum'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-112041518646622908</id><published>2005-07-03T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:28:03.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas soltas perdidas num papel amachucado</title><summary type='text'>“Temos que reaprender o que é gozar. Estamos tão desorientados que acreditamos que gozar é ir às compras.”“Um luxo verdadeiro é um encontro humano.”Ernesto SabatoNão conheço os meus vizinhos, não cumprimento ninguém. Acordo de rosto fechado e assim permaneço todo o dia.Quão difícil é encontrar alguém interessante. Todos iguais num marasmo de vidas desinteressantes. Mas e se ouvisse-mos as pessoas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/112041518646622908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=112041518646622908' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112041518646622908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/112041518646622908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/07/notas-soltas-perdidas-num-papel.html' title='Notas soltas perdidas num papel amachucado'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111996999358906004</id><published>2005-06-28T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:51:24.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Karel Appel</title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia do Oceano </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111996999358906004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111996999358906004' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111996999358906004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111996999358906004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/karel-appel.html' title='Karel Appel'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111986822706543483</id><published>2005-06-27T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:34:31.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Homem que Copiava</title><summary type='text'>Um filme a descobrir, com um bom argumento e com um excelente desempenho por parte dos actores.A cinematografia brasileira continua pois a dar mostras de uma grande vitalidade. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111986822706543483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111986822706543483' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111986822706543483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111986822706543483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-homem-que-copiava.html' title='O Homem que Copiava'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111971731206940114</id><published>2005-06-25T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T18:38:12.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um caso de amor</title><summary type='text'>Creio que todas as pessoas que gostam de ler, têm sempre à cabeceira livros que consideram de referência. Eu tenho uma meia dúzia, que vou sempre renovando conforme o apetite literário. Alguns contudo são permanentes. É o caso do livro “Pensar” de Vergílio Ferreira.“O vocabulário do amor é restrito e repetitivo, porque a sua melhor expressão é o silêncio. Mas é deste silêncio que nasce todo o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111971731206940114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111971731206940114' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111971731206940114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111971731206940114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/um-caso-de-amor.html' title='Um caso de amor'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111960231788879446</id><published>2005-06-24T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:41:13.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare &amp; Company</title><summary type='text'>As livrarias juntamente com as bibliotecas são para mim como um óasis num deserto. Lá mergulho no maravilhoso mundo dos livros. E o prazer não vem só da leitura, mas também de mexer, de cheirar, de observar outros amantes dos livros.Considerada a melhor livraria de Paris a Shakespeare &amp; Company, é um local onde se pode passar um dia inteiro a remexer e a ler sentado num canto longe do reboliço de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111960231788879446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111960231788879446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111960231788879446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111960231788879446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/shakespeare-company.html' title='Shakespeare &amp; Company'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111935418956426404</id><published>2005-06-21T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:45:48.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Feet Under</title><summary type='text'>Já aqui falei desta série, mas depois de ver o episódio de ontem apeteceu-me novamente postar sobre aquela que é muito provavelmente a melhor série americana de todos os tempos, bem talvez esteja a exagerar. De qualquer das maneiras, a quase brutalidade com que conhecemos a vida desta família, os Fishers, totalmente disfuncional, leva o espectador a observar os aspectos mais íntimos e mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111935418956426404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111935418956426404' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111935418956426404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111935418956426404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/six-feet-under.html' title='Six Feet Under'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111833350331336148</id><published>2005-06-09T18:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:11:43.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Percurso</title><summary type='text'>Falhei a minha vida por a não ter conseguido partilhar com ninguém.Na estrada à saída de Eindhoven jovens raparigas pedalam nas suas bicicletas. Os campos arranjados. Nada fora do sitio.Para onde vou eu, destino complicado, nada arranjado.Gostava de poder dizer como o disse Sophia, a poesia está na rua. Mas não está, e este mundo está demasiado complicado para se viver em poesia.Parado. Porque as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111833350331336148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111833350331336148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111833350331336148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111833350331336148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/percurso.html' title='Percurso'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111771781748883389</id><published>2005-06-02T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:13:34.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereolab</title><summary type='text'>La lune est libre je croisqui rayonne au-dessusrayonne au-d'sus des toitsLa lune est librebien plus libre qu'on ne le croit ***************************Incredible things are happening in the worldMagical things are happening in this worldAcross the river there are all kinds of magical instrumentsWhile really we keep on living like monkeys</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111771781748883389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111771781748883389' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111771781748883389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111771781748883389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/06/stereolab.html' title='Stereolab'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111695008608049576</id><published>2005-05-24T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:56:33.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grito</title><summary type='text'>(Edvard Munch)Andas desaparecido. Por onde andas. Quem te levou não te quer partilhar. Foge. Volta. Eu quero ver-te olhos nos olhos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111695008608049576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111695008608049576' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111695008608049576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111695008608049576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-grito.html' title='O Grito'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111658875631493482</id><published>2005-05-20T13:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:34:33.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juncos Silvestres</title><summary type='text'>Vale a pena ver ou rever este filme de André Téchiné.Um filme sobre o começo da vida adulta, impregnado de uma nostalgia avassaladora.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111658875631493482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111658875631493482' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111658875631493482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111658875631493482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/juncos-silvestres.html' title='Juncos Silvestres'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111658684004889050</id><published>2005-05-20T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:02:35.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deterioração</title><summary type='text'>(foto antónio nunes)Um momento, um instante, linha fina, finaVida que corre, solta, pequenaTudo que passa, tudo que acaba. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111658684004889050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111658684004889050' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111658684004889050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111658684004889050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/deteriorao.html' title='Deterioração'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111652911037596447</id><published>2005-05-19T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:58:30.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe</title><summary type='text'>O amor na companhia é amor que ama, o amor na ausência é amor que ama e mata. Bartolomeu de Quental</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111652911037596447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111652911037596447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111652911037596447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111652911037596447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/longe.html' title='Longe'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111640561556617404</id><published>2005-05-18T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:41:43.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian Curtis</title><summary type='text'>Há vinte e cinco anos atrás neste dia Ian Curtis entrava para a imortalidade. Nós simples mortais continuamos a ouvir tão extraordinária musica. O seu legado é talvez hoje mais actual do que em 1980, e o número de pessoas que se revêem nas suas letras e musica aumenta de ano para ano. Os Joy Division serão sempre um farol nas águas turbulentas do Rock´n´Roll. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111640561556617404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111640561556617404' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111640561556617404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111640561556617404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/ian-curtis.html' title='Ian Curtis'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111597702258963367</id><published>2005-05-13T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:41:06.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras</title><summary type='text'>Caso te beije esta noiteCaso te diga poesiaMeu amor incertoMacio, dança de alegria.--A ti te digo intimamenteNão sem pânico por minha angustiaAcordar com teu amarEstrela da manhã.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111597702258963367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111597702258963367' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111597702258963367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111597702258963367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/palavras.html' title='palavras'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111581119062284321</id><published>2005-05-11T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:35:00.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2046</title><summary type='text'>Revi ontem este filme. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111581119062284321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111581119062284321' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111581119062284321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111581119062284321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/2046.html' title='2046'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111573863435095342</id><published>2005-05-10T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:29:53.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Order</title><summary type='text'>Eis o alinhamento do concerto em Nova Iorque no dia 5 de Maio.Uns New Order mais disco e menos dark. Só espero que no concerto em Lisboa mudem o figurino.1 Love Vigilantes2 Crystal3 Regret4 Hey Now What You Doing5 Krafty6 Transmission7 True Faith8 Run Wild9 Jetstream10 Waiting For The Sirens' Call11 Bizarre Love Triangle12 Love Will Tear Us Apart13 Temptation14 She's Lost Control15 Atmosphere16 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111573863435095342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111573863435095342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111573863435095342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111573863435095342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-order.html' title='New Order'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111537501560015936</id><published>2005-05-06T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:42:02.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty</title><summary type='text'>(foto antónio nunes)"O tempo que passa não passa depressa. O que passa depressa é o tempo que passou"Vergílio Ferreira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111537501560015936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111537501560015936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111537501560015936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111537501560015936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/dirty.html' title='Dirty'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111529351534261942</id><published>2005-05-05T13:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:47:38.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roda que roda</title><summary type='text'>Roda que gira pela roda do mundoProcurei nosso mundo pelo mundo em rodaNessa roda que te levou para longe da minha roda. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111529351534261942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111529351534261942' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111529351534261942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111529351534261942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/roda-que-roda.html' title='Roda que roda'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111521491439161668</id><published>2005-05-04T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:59:01.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Dragon Inn</title><summary type='text'>No cinema somos amiúde surpreendidos por belos planos. Este pertence ao filme "Goodbye Dragon Inn" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111521491439161668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111521491439161668' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111521491439161668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111521491439161668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/goodbye-dragon-inn.html' title='Goodbye Dragon Inn'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111503151605107548</id><published>2005-05-02T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:03:34.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar a solidão</title><summary type='text'>(foto nuno s.)Pode a solidão ser medida? Posso voltar amar-te e matar a solidão que me deixas-te. Podes tu compreender como me é difícil acordar num mundo sem a tua presença. Tenho-te nos meus braços, naquela fracção de segundo em que fecho os olhos e te imagino. Mas tu já não povoas o meu mundo físico. Tu já não és tu, e eu, bem eu fico cada vez mais cinzento. Sim, é a cor com que imagino o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111503151605107548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111503151605107548' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111503151605107548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111503151605107548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/05/pensar-solido.html' title='Pensar a solidão'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111478038425373083</id><published>2005-04-29T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:56:11.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas</title><summary type='text'>(foto nuno s.)Deixei de as receber. O email matou as cartas. É pena. Dava-me gosto sentir a sua textura, apreciar os selos, adivinhar o que lá vinha escrito. Agora é tudo muito mais directo, muito mais rápido. Enfim, sinais dos tempos. Eu por mim vou continuar a escrevê-las.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111478038425373083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111478038425373083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111478038425373083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111478038425373083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/cartas.html' title='Cartas'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111450656122453160</id><published>2005-04-26T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:13:02.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludwig Wittgenstein</title><summary type='text'>"Daquilo que não podemos falar devemos manter-nos calados"Quando li o Tractatus Lógico-Philosophicus, não posso dizer que tenha entendido muito, mas do que entendi serviu para modificar a minha maneira de pensar.Wittgenstein nasceu no dia 26 de Abril de 1889, faz hoje precisamente 116 anos; e faleceu no dia 29 de Abril de 1951, há 54 anos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111450656122453160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111450656122453160' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111450656122453160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111450656122453160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/ludwig-wittgenstein.html' title='Ludwig Wittgenstein'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111418817449574493</id><published>2005-04-22T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:42:54.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>poesia</title><summary type='text'>Para não seres como os escravos martirizados do Tempo, embriaga-te, embriaga-te sem descanso. Com vinho, com poesia, ou com a virtude.Charles Baudelaire</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111418817449574493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111418817449574493' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111418817449574493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111418817449574493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/poesia.html' title='poesia'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111384228931250376</id><published>2005-04-18T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:40:16.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monika/Harriet Andersson</title><summary type='text'>Se existem filmes perfeitos este é um deles. O olhar de Bergman pela inocência do primeiro amor. Sublime. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111384228931250376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111384228931250376' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111384228931250376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111384228931250376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/monikaharriet-andersson.html' title='Monika/Harriet Andersson'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111384128613522703</id><published>2005-04-18T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:23:06.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionismo</title><summary type='text'>O meu pintor preferido. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111384128613522703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111384128613522703' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111384128613522703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111384128613522703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/impressionismo.html' title='Impressionismo'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111383954858680550</id><published>2005-04-18T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:55:12.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte gótica</title><summary type='text'>A mão de Deus protegeu esta Catedral em 1945. A cidade de Colónia ficou completamente destruída pelos bombardeamentos das Forças Aliadas, a Catedral sobreviveu. É a maior Catedral Gótica do mundo. A sua imponência esmaga o olhar de quem a admira: O Homem diminuído perante a grandiosidade de Deus.Para quem é admirador de arte gótica este é um monumento grandioso de visita obrigatória. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111383954858680550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111383954858680550' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111383954858680550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111383954858680550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/arte-gtica.html' title='Arte gótica'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111357960034435778</id><published>2005-04-15T17:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T17:44:15.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexender Nevski</title><summary type='text'>Existem filmes que mudam a vida de uma pessoa. Posso dizer isso deste filme, Alexender Nevski, realizado em 1938 por Sergei Eisenstein O que mudou em mim foi a forma de ver o cinema. É extraordinária a direcção de actores, é sublime a realização feita apenas de planos fixos. A câmara nunca se move e no entanto todo o filme é de uma fluidez incrível. A montagem é igualmente notável e para mim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111357960034435778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111357960034435778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111357960034435778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111357960034435778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/alexender-nevski.html' title='Alexender Nevski'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111280647933387521</id><published>2005-04-06T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:54:39.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Order em Portugal</title><summary type='text'>Os New Order, a quase mítica banda de Manchester, vai actuar pela primeira vez em Portugal.O concerto terá lugar no dia 28 de Maio em Lisboa e estará integrado no Festival Super Bock Super Rock.Imperdivel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111280647933387521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111280647933387521' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111280647933387521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111280647933387521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-order-em-portugal.html' title='New Order em Portugal'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111185146728193089</id><published>2005-03-26T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:37:47.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hank</title><summary type='text'>Two poems by Charles BukowskiOH YESthere are worse things thanbeing alonebut it often takes decadesto realize thisand most oftenwhen you doit´s too lateand there´s nothing worsethantoo late.POETRYittakesa lot ofdesperationdissatisfactionanddisillusiontowriteafewgoodpoems.it´s notforeverybodyeither towriteitor even toreadit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111185146728193089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111185146728193089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111185146728193089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111185146728193089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/03/hank.html' title='Hank'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-111038527810186457</id><published>2005-03-09T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:21:18.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho presente</title><summary type='text'>Esperei-teNum tempo que não é o nossoPensei-teImaginei meus olhos pregados nos teusO inseparável separávelE entretanto…Contei horas e diasLi livros que não foram escritosEscutei músicas impossíveisE tu sempre distanteA minha pele a enrugarO meu corpo cansadoMas sempre a minha memóriaTu dentro de mim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/111038527810186457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=111038527810186457' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111038527810186457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/111038527810186457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/03/sonho-presente.html' title='Sonho presente'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625986.post-110960296225120944</id><published>2005-02-28T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:02:42.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas palavras</title><summary type='text'>Cor magenta terra em teus braçosMeus pés amarrados nos teus.***Um segundo do teu olharA eternidade do meu amor.***Um rio que passaUm amor que soluçaAquele Rio que eu sempre sonheiAmor tardio com que te amei.***Sofro do mal do tempoAquele que medeia o ver-te novamente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/feeds/110960296225120944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5625986&amp;postID=110960296225120944' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/110960296225120944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625986/posts/default/110960296225120944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noctivago.blogspot.com/2005/02/apenas-palavras.html' title='Apenas palavras'/><author><name>Nuno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18371328660394354251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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