<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 21:28:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>delineamentos</title><description></description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-7415774210331301085</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T06:27:22.263-07:00</atom:updated><title>O meu blog acaba aqui!</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-7415774210331301085?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-meu-blog-acaba-aqui.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-8061146037473918677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T11:07:47.809-07:00</atom:updated><title>tudo pode ser mau afinal</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-8061146037473918677?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo-pode-ser-mau-afinal.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-1276147431239119223</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T12:35:33.950-07:00</atom:updated><title>esse olhar que foi meu</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;da janela vejo uma luz que se espalha na penumbra do que há de novo. o sangue fervilha-me nas veias e o formigueiro percorre-me o corpo enquanto espero. lá fora há o medo. os passos acalcam o caminho curto que me separa de ti. estendes a mão. tu estendes-me a mão. mas os teus dedos esguios e suados do medo não me seguram. não me seguras. e o tombo estronda no chão acalcado pelos meus pés e pelos teus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o desamparo. o desalento. conformo-me. conforto-te. contento-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;acolho-te nas minhas mãos e devolvo-te ao lugar-comum de onde vieste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;devolvo-te de cara voltada porque não te quero ver partir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e é com o coração a brotar-me das mãos que corro até casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que esqueço o teu olhar sôfrego de ternura - de paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esse olhar que foi meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-1276147431239119223?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/esse-olhar-que-foi-meu.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-8371450060149335283</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T06:01:14.349-07:00</atom:updated><title>e agora? o que se segue?</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuckin' tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-8371450060149335283?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-agora-o-que-se-segue.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-6678577166398766293</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T05:13:11.526-07:00</atom:updated><title>porque afinal o amor é eterno</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Sp-yOWYtM8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bzcpGvA5-8Y/s1600-h/6496_1155392453225_1480128689_30605876_6916485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377212439700779970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Sp-yOWYtM8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bzcpGvA5-8Y/s400/6496_1155392453225_1480128689_30605876_6916485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-6678577166398766293?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-afinal-o-amor-e-eterno.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Sp-yOWYtM8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bzcpGvA5-8Y/s72-c/6496_1155392453225_1480128689_30605876_6916485_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-6888429437855772200</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T08:43:58.771-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kusturica - Second Round</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SplMrZNRilI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vMKaIW63pPg/s1600-h/400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375411938628045394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SplMrZNRilI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vMKaIW63pPg/s400/400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque se não fosse por estas pequenas coisas, nada valia a pena... Kusturica no Crato! essa bela localidade! Grande grande concerto...Querem-se mais assim! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-6888429437855772200?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/kusturica-second-round.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SplMrZNRilI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vMKaIW63pPg/s72-c/400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-3555328416808143202</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T10:51:55.284-07:00</atom:updated><title>porque a minha vida dava um filme...</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mais um!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tired of this fuckin' shit life! nothing that I do is good enough...must have a fuckin' karma atached to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if there's another plan for me, but if it does, I want it now, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-3555328416808143202?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/porque-minha-vida-dava-um-filme.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-899558738570793976</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T13:04:22.475-07:00</atom:updated><title>"devolve-me os laços" - a minha continuação</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;o sabor do silêncio que me acalma o coração...é mais um dia que passa e que eu não vou dizer que não...és sempre o porto seguro do qual não quero sair, do qual não quero fugir...mas onde não me quero prender.  porque tu és só um momento...és só um calor...um carinho que fica e que me esconde da dor....e tu fazes-me bem... tu sabes que me fazes bem...e eu não quero mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-899558738570793976?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/devolve-me-os-lacos-minha-continuacao.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-6697641201400833127</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T15:05:10.490-07:00</atom:updated><title>"devolve-me os laços"</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;devolve-me os laços meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;devolve-me os laços meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;devolve-me os laços meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-6697641201400833127?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/devolve-me-os-lacos.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-3995580653259162059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T13:40:06.319-07:00</atom:updated><title>sem ideias para um título</title><description>saudades do colo e do aperto e das faces coradas e do aceleramento no peito e do arrepio no estômago e do sorriso imprevisto nos labios.&lt;br /&gt;a vida lá fora cai como um chuvisco que se evapora na palma quente das minhas mãos roídas pelos nervos de mais um dia, de mais uma jornada, de mais uma investida, de mais uma tentativa.&lt;br /&gt;sou só eu isto tudo.&lt;br /&gt;uma manta de retalhos cosidos nas entrelinhas do que sou e do que fui e do que são, do que fiz do que faço e do que fizeram. sou só eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-3995580653259162059?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-ideias-para-um-titulo.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-6782298676184215963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T13:25:03.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>safeplace - the last!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;desired lonely days... andar andar andar de sorriso posto nos lábios e de olhos vidrados no que se segue. o que se segue afinal... melhor melhor melhor! não quero muito. só quero melhor. cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; no more silence. no more unspoken words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: searching for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;safeplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-6782298676184215963?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/safeplace-last.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-5185132849625494178</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T13:16:12.863-07:00</atom:updated><title>coração coração</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;de tanto bater o meu coração parou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tanto bater o meu coração parou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de tanto bater o meu coração parou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; apetece-me dizer esta frase até me cansar. é o nome de um filme que vi hoje, cujo título é bem mais sugestivo que a história em si. gosto mesmo da frase. Gosto tanto da frase que gostava que fosse minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-5185132849625494178?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/coracao-coracao.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-3043074796305683892</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T06:09:27.783-07:00</atom:updated><title>...a ler:</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Slc9bh0fdrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9c2Afz1cUj0/s1600-h/1_1410309_Revolutionary_Road_Baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817824924792498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Slc9bh0fdrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9c2Afz1cUj0/s400/1_1410309_Revolutionary_Road_Baixa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-3043074796305683892?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/ler.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/Slc9bh0fdrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9c2Afz1cUj0/s72-c/1_1410309_Revolutionary_Road_Baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-3903775419788389553</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T06:10:31.086-07:00</atom:updated><title>aperto</title><description>Hoje acordei com uma sensação de estranheza no corpo dormente. Um aperto no peito constante de quem pressente que algo está prestes a mudar. Sento-me no sofá ainda quente da última vez que o deixei e dou uma reviravolta pelos canais. Sinto-me desconfortável. Um aperto no peito. Tenho palpitações. Será um sinal de que algo vai acontecer? Ou é um sinal de que algo deveria acontecer? Não sei. Mas faço o meu dia normal como todos os outros e a sensação não me larga. É como se me puxasse constantemente para debaixo da cama. Onde os meus monstros dormem descansados desde a infância. Cedo à vontade e vou para debaixo da cama - os monstros já não estão lá - está só o pó e estão as memórias dos velhos tempos. E a sensação não pára. É hora de dormir outra vez e não quero. Porque o aperto no peito diz-me que dormir é um desperdício de tempo. é tempo mal gasto. é tempo disperso em sonhos cinematográficos que nunca levaram ninguém a nenhum lado. Mas o sono vence o aperto. Pelo menos por hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-3903775419788389553?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/aperto.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-1652441624261151721</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T03:26:40.853-07:00</atom:updated><title>odeio...</title><description>odeio que não olhem para mim quando falo...odeio os domingos...odeio a falta de respeito e odeio a falta de comunicação...odeio quando não consigo dizer o que quero quando quero...odeio não me conseguir exprimir de outra forma que não a escrita...odeio o silêncio inoportuno...odeio as ressacas que me laceram o cérebro...odeio recomeçar qualquer coisa...odeio a minha indecisão e as minhas dúvidas...odeio fingir que estou bem quando não estou...odeio odiar alguma coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-1652441624261151721?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/odeio.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-1987964953151024239</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T08:09:57.169-07:00</atom:updated><title>back</title><description>comemorei depressa demais...hoje voltei ao caos...mais 2 semaninhas a entrar às 5h da matina...passa depressa, passa depressa, passa depressa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-1987964953151024239?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-5760707405180193421</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T04:50:09.727-07:00</atom:updated><title>goin' to: peniche</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiUR4ljYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-fE-6cr2gM/s1600-h/peniche_lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342696196795833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiUR4ljYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-fE-6cr2gM/s400/peniche_lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-5760707405180193421?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/goin-to-peniche.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiUR4ljYnjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-fE-6cr2gM/s72-c/peniche_lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-2351016130066312148</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T07:33:59.053-07:00</atom:updated><title>último dia</title><description>ontem foi o último dia de trabalho na newssearch...depois de sete meses a entrar às 5h da manhã voltei a ter uma vida normal...acordei às 10h30!! há muito tempo que ouvia o despertador tocar às 4h30 e sonhava em poder desligá-lo e continuar a dormir...hoje pude fazê-lo! feel free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora aguarda-me um mês merecido sem fazer nenhum...e depois, veremos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-2351016130066312148?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimo-dia.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-1065976628669603506</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T07:28:23.226-07:00</atom:updated><title>Concerto dia 13 de Junho...apareçam!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiPlBg8DStI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8lsoUni11Ac/s1600-h/cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342365397175978706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiPlBg8DStI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8lsoUni11Ac/s400/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-1065976628669603506?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/concerto-dia-13-de-junhoaparecam.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SiPlBg8DStI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8lsoUni11Ac/s72-c/cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-2864797547942762911</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T09:37:41.743-07:00</atom:updated><title>lado B x 2</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SgmlspffyMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2wcL3Ls8Yr4/s1600-h/pedro_tochas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977420067850434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SgmlspffyMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2wcL3Ls8Yr4/s320/pedro_tochas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pela terceira vez fui ver o Pedro Tochas e pela segunda vez o espectáculo Lado B...relembrei-me de algumas piadas que havia ouvido há uns quatro ou cinco anos atrás em Coimbra, mas soltei gargalhadas com a mesma genuinidade de quem ouve pela primeira vez. O Pedro Tochas é para mim o maior e melhor comediante/artista/palhaço português e a quem o trabalho é menos reconhecido. Os &lt;em&gt;media&lt;/em&gt; fazem muita coisa e uma delas é dar reconhecimento às pessoas. O Tochas sempre se manteve um pouco distante desse mediatismo, aventurando-se apenas no Programa da Maria (onde passou praticamente despercebido no apartamento a preto e branco! eheh!) e nos anúncios da Frize. Foi só através dos anúncios - confesso - que conheci o talento do Tochas. Isso levou-me ao site da Frize, onde haviam anúncios "censurados" que me fizeram apreender e aperceber-me da genialidade e da capacidade de improvisação deste homem. Daí a seguir a carreira dele não foi difícil. Passámos a ter uma relação quase diária. Conheci o palhaço escultor pelo qual já lhe foram atribuídos vários prémios internacionais e onde se evidencia ainda mais a sua expressividade corporal que, para mim, é incomparável a qualquer actor português. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um sonho na manga...ir a Edimburgo pela segunda vez - porque é a minha cidade encantada - de mochila às costas, ao Festival de Animação de rua onde, de resto, poderia ainda ver o palhaço do Tochas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Oh Tochas, precisas de uma assistente? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-2864797547942762911?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/lado-b-x-2.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SgmlspffyMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2wcL3Ls8Yr4/s72-c/pedro_tochas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-3139568013554343902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T10:08:33.953-07:00</atom:updated><title>depp and iggy?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiI_hTXe_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/f5tYO2H84wA/s1600-h/depp+e+iggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330160783845719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiI_hTXe_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/f5tYO2H84wA/s400/depp+e+iggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligação improvável, mas mais uma vez perfeita...! depp&amp;amp;iggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-3139568013554343902?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/depp-and-iggy.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiI_hTXe_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/f5tYO2H84wA/s72-c/depp+e+iggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-2772980853330030926</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T10:25:56.448-07:00</atom:updated><title>david byrne - sublime</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiNTDbbwHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LIcSn4cavQ4/s1600-h/byrne6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330165517470384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiNTDbbwHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LIcSn4cavQ4/s400/byrne6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiNM94ztVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ncDLddzm_hM/s1600-h/byrne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330165412903761234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiNM94ztVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ncDLddzm_hM/s400/byrne2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiM5Mps8tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uqUozyknp3k/s1600-h/b54e53af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330165073269551826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiM5Mps8tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uqUozyknp3k/s400/b54e53af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videos.iol.pt/consola.php?projecto=368&amp;amp;mul_id=13132053&amp;amp;tipo_conteudo=1&amp;amp;tipo=2&amp;amp;referer=1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330157937009704786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiGZ0AxP1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sVErs6Tm0fw/s400/david+byrne" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;57 anos que passam ao lado...uma voz poderosa...expressividade brilhante...humor constante em palco...um excelente concerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he burned down the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134543256987555903-2772980853330030926?l=delineamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://delineamentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-byrne-sublime.html</link><author>lauramacedo@msn.com (Laura)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfiNTDbbwHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LIcSn4cavQ4/s72-c/byrne6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134543256987555903.post-1602384092321948402</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T10:58:23.151-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quLH8zndvOM/SfdB6JIOeSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BQrT2KdsUck/s1600-h/depp+e+burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329801151154911522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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