<?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-7949680</id><updated>2012-01-25T16:29:27.249Z</updated><title type='text'>os momentos</title><subtitle type='html'>O dia que passa e os momentos que ficam quando todo o resto se perde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>823</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8540123598261411266</id><published>2011-12-17T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:21:42.678Z</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. (1941-2011)</title><summary type='text'>﻿ 

Cesária Évora
﻿</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8540123598261411266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8540123598261411266' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8540123598261411266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8540123598261411266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-1941-2011.html' title='R.I.P. (1941-2011)'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUUdsw-Ap88/Tu0VYP2NiLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MlbyomOFUc0/s72-c/CesariaEvora_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3858615660057795768</id><published>2011-08-22T04:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-08-22T04:53:04.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Analogias</title><summary type='text'>













O profeta Isaías deixou sinais
de que Jesus Cristo era o Messias.
Um oráculo, em Delfos, indicou
Sócrates como o mais sábio
dos homens. Nenhum deles escreveu.
Para quê? Tanto Platão como Paulo
são apologistas insuperáveis.
Os dois morreram de morte cruel:
Sócrates bebeu da taça, Jesus
foi trespassado por uma lança.
Ambos sabiam que a morte
não é o fim, o espírito supera
a carne. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3858615660057795768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3858615660057795768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3858615660057795768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3858615660057795768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/08/analogias.html' title='Analogias'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4502890144661626423</id><published>2011-08-14T16:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:13:49.005Z</updated><title type='text'>Recordando Brecht</title><summary type='text'>

nota pura: Ganhamos quando ganham todos... é urgente rever Brecht!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4502890144661626423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4502890144661626423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4502890144661626423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4502890144661626423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/08/recordando-brecht.html' title='Recordando Brecht'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5696205890341847833</id><published>2011-08-03T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:41:51.507Z</updated><title type='text'>Não há vagas</title><summary type='text'>













O preço do feijão
não cabe no poema. O preço
do arroz
não cabe no poema.
Não cabem no poema o gás
a luz o telefone
a sonegação
do leite
da carne
do açúcar
do pão

O funcionário público
não cabe no poema
com seu salário de fome
sua vida fechada
em arquivos.
Como não cabe no poema
o operário
que esmerila seu dia de aço
e carvão
nas oficinas escuras

- porque o poema, senhores,
está </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5696205890341847833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5696205890341847833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5696205890341847833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5696205890341847833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-ha-vagas.html' title='Não há vagas'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr8pdkRr474/TTXUF8q9ePI/AAAAAAAAA58/-9WtiqpZX8E/s72-c/gullar_gato-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6469886898333535330</id><published>2011-08-01T09:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:54:23.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Dons...e o Poder</title><summary type='text'>












Ouvir falar de Mário Puzo - 1920 -1999 (foto), conduz invariavelmente ao Padrinho (a saga da família Corleone), romance, adaptado ao cinema pelo realizador, Francis Capola. A abordagem da máfia italiana é retomada no último livro desse americano de origem italiana, A Família. Uma obra que narra a vida da lendária família Borgia, mais centradamente do cardeal Rodrigo Bórgia (Papa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6469886898333535330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6469886898333535330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6469886898333535330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6469886898333535330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/08/os-dons.html' title='Os Dons...e o Poder'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3167446861004192112</id><published>2011-07-29T21:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:12:01.547Z</updated><title type='text'>A queda do monolitismo?</title><summary type='text'>




















(...) A novidade, a grande novidade, da candidatura apoiada pela ala de Corsino Tolentino é o facto de ela resultar do fim do aparente monolitismo existente no PAICV. Ao longo da história o PAIGC/CV habituou os cabo-verdianos a uma aparência de monolitismo quase absoluto. Problemas graves, poderiam ocorrer no seu seio. Divergências muito profundas poderiam existir, mas aos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3167446861004192112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3167446861004192112' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3167446861004192112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3167446861004192112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/queda-do-monolitismo.html' title='A queda do monolitismo?'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UirdKsaVt4/TjMf1HXWZyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WrQmiw-ju1g/s72-c/double.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-29910912092569977</id><published>2011-07-25T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:22:40.717Z</updated><title type='text'>JMN afronta “intriguistas”</title><summary type='text'>













(…) Amílcar Cabral foi assassinadu pa dirigentis di PAIGC. Ê dirigentis di PAIGC ki trai i ki assassina Amílcar Cabral, na basi di o kê? na basi di intriga. Ê guentis ki ta fla Mi ê Amílcar Cabral, mi ê PAIGC, ami n ta difendi Cabral. Má ê xefi di ses segurança, xefi di se guarda costa, dirigenti di PAIGC, ki mata Amílcar Cabral; pamodi intriga, pamodi sedi di poder, pamodi ca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/29910912092569977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=29910912092569977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/29910912092569977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/29910912092569977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/jmn-afronta-intriguistas.html' title='JMN afronta “intriguistas”'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTGsiczOQo8/SxR2y3ASuhI/AAAAAAAABdU/K3d4uiWKXXY/s72-c/jpg_Jose-M-Neves-candidato_1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3542684066052263989</id><published>2011-07-20T19:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:32:43.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando se parte...</title><summary type='text'>
















1. O texto que vai ler foi escrito por mim e publicado neste blog em Novembro de 2007. Nha Filó morreu hoje em sua residência, em S.Filipe, por volta do meio dia.

2. Sou uma mulher de poucos amores (devo ter dito uma blasfémia, mas é a pura verdade). Uma das pessoas que amo de coração completou esta semana 104 anos. Ela é minha madrinha, provavelmente a mulher mais velha de S. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3542684066052263989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3542684066052263989' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3542684066052263989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3542684066052263989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/nha-filosempre.html' title='Quando se parte...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXLm9tBEQfY/TicosU4G0sI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VMEJP7JQRN0/s72-c/nha+filo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4443564626659415326</id><published>2011-07-17T22:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:25:28.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Pulp Fiction (Quentin)</title><summary type='text'>












... tragic

As Tigresas do Funk (do Brasil) atravessaram o atlântico, deram conferência de Imprensa (na companhia de outros colegas) com a presença da midia em peso, e actuaram na FIC, na cidade da Praia. Ouvi na TV que o show foi um sucesso!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4443564626659415326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4443564626659415326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4443564626659415326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4443564626659415326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pulp-fiction-quenti.html' title='Pulp Fiction (Quentin)'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qUfRhuuZvs/TiNs-9Un7HI/AAAAAAAAArw/06_lpFfpoHU/s72-c/pulp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6572228186941491529</id><published>2011-07-16T22:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:11:04.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Txota Soares morreu</title><summary type='text'> 

 Txota Suares, o exímio tocador de gaita “berdiano”, natural do Tarrafal, foi, de facto, homenageado no passado Sábado, pelo Ministro da Cultura, Manuel Veiga. Foi uma cerimónia simples e directa, abençoada pelos músicos e amigos do homenageado, Kaká Barbosa, Codé di Dona e Lela Violão.
Tabanka “Tchada Grandi” e “batucaderas di monti agarro” também agraciaram o acto com uma pitada do que de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6572228186941491529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6572228186941491529' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6572228186941491529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6572228186941491529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/txota-suares-morreu.html' title='Txota Soares morreu'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMJjz5ZrLwU/TiIJ4iDvyCI/AAAAAAAAArk/o_Itb1wPaqs/s72-c/Tchota-Soares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7923215063517885343</id><published>2011-07-12T21:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:55:10.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucidi Comunicazione</title><summary type='text'>

















1. Aprecio o modo lúcido (ácido ou não) como Corsino Tolentino fala das questões comunicacionais em Cabo Verde, mais concretamente de um ou outro desempenho dos media; a forma fluente como articula sobre os meandros, o jeito despretensioso como percorre as gramáticas. Isso, vis-a-vis às opiniões, muitas, desenquadradas e confusas que se nos oferece sobre a área em questão. Não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7923215063517885343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7923215063517885343' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7923215063517885343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7923215063517885343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/lucidi-comunicazione.html' title='Lucidi Comunicazione'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vydFC2BCcio/Thy8CLeE3VI/AAAAAAAAArg/uAhk2EVJWLs/s72-c/caras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2856799883011762050</id><published>2011-07-10T20:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:43:26.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Rios...</title><summary type='text'>















De volta com a ternura e a poesia dos dias claros. No leito do poeta maior, driblando o aperto de um outro momento “dos eleitos” que obriga a que os olhares se encolhem e rimam em claques de crenças viciadas e batinas ultrapassadas. Ventos que incitam as águas a banharem (de líquido) o leito. De volta da funda ribeira e do largo lago de sonhos errantes. 
Rejeitando os rios… eles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2856799883011762050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2856799883011762050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2856799883011762050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2856799883011762050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/07/os-rios.html' title='Rios...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3751564817194852830</id><published>2011-06-14T03:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-06-14T04:17:25.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Sultan al-Qassemi</title><summary type='text'>

M. Fontes e Sultan al-Qassemi: Washington, DC


















Commentators are still debating the extent to which media contributed to the 2011 Arab uprisings, but one thing's for sure: to the extent that the revolution was tweeted, much of it came through the feed of Sultan al-Qassemi. A fellow at the Dubai School of Government and a columnist with the United Arab Emirates–based National, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3751564817194852830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3751564817194852830' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3751564817194852830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3751564817194852830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/06/meeting-sultan-al-qassemi.html' title='Meeting Sultan al-Qassemi'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JIdyOFLYHU/TfbR7CFT5lI/AAAAAAAAArY/Dl0SEMSckoA/s72-c/SULTAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2912623155668604873</id><published>2011-05-31T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:56:01.425Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora, José?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2912623155668604873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2912623155668604873' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2912623155668604873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2912623155668604873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-agora-jose.html' title='E agora, José?'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8568680699833878115</id><published>2011-05-16T15:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:38:25.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Cabo Verde: antologia de poesia contemporânea</title><summary type='text'>




















Dia 19 de Maio, na Universidade Estácio de Sá/Rio de Janeiro, Ricardo Riso ministra a palestra para os alunos do curso de Letras: A POESIA DE CABO VERDE. Na sequência haverá o lançamento de “Cabo Verde: antologia de poesia contemporânea”, de Ricardo Riso (Organizador).

REVISTA ÁFRICA E AFRICANIDADES
Ano III, nº 13 – maio de 2011 – ISSN 1983-2354

CABO VERDE: ANTOLOGIA DE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8568680699833878115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8568680699833878115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8568680699833878115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8568680699833878115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/05/cabo-verde-antologia-de-poesia.html' title='Cabo Verde: antologia de poesia contemporânea'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjCCg_Ij1G8/TdFCtZqim9I/AAAAAAAAArQ/9kItXPQri7w/s72-c/POESIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8336364358527310762</id><published>2011-05-14T19:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:25:34.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Meu cais</title><summary type='text'>












Nunca parti deste cais
e tenho o mundo na mão!
Para mim nunca é demais
responder sim
cinquenta vezes a cada não.  

Por cada barco que me negou
cinquenta partem por mim
e o mar é plano e o céu azul sempre que vou!  

Mundo pequeno para quem ficou...

poema:Cais, Manuel Lopes
na fotu: P.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8336364358527310762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8336364358527310762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8336364358527310762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8336364358527310762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-cais.html' title='Meu cais'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNL4g8sP9nM/Tc7V0MbOJ_I/AAAAAAAAArM/xuKN_W0-re8/s72-c/patrick+andrey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5058427827649570426</id><published>2011-05-06T12:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:18:48.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Bandeira’l praia di São Filipe…das personagens também.</title><summary type='text'>

Nhô Sopa e eu.


















Bandêra di Praia era a bandeira dos escravos, que depois da bandeira grande (restrita e elitista) juntava o povo na praia de Bocarrom, daí esse nome “Praia”. É o que nos conta João José Lopes Silva (Jota Jota), um dos nomes incontornáveis da história recente da Bandeira de San Filipe. Discorria-se sobre isso em casa de Nhônhô di Ilda, (no passado, um dos famosos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058427827649570426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5058427827649570426' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5058427827649570426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5058427827649570426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/05/bandeiral-praia-di-sao-filipedas.html' title='Bandeira’l praia di São Filipe…das personagens também.'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTYEr7wqsDU/TcPsYSayG9I/AAAAAAAAArI/YzUL0O72_Q4/s72-c/NHO+SOPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-9112019960093451213</id><published>2011-04-24T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:18:43.134Z</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de Páscoa</title><summary type='text'>





















 Crónica de Domingo de Páscoa para Margarida Fontes, Manuel Alves e Daniel Lobo


Anteriormente guardada numa das sacristias, geralmente a de baixo onde também se confessava, hoje colocada na nave central da Igreja Matriz de São Filipe, a imagem de Nosso Senhor dos Passos impressiona pela sua imponência e pela sensação de dor que transmit...e: num estrado de mogno de quase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/9112019960093451213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=9112019960093451213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9112019960093451213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9112019960093451213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/domingo-de-pascoa.html' title='Domingo de Páscoa'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nj5hthaGE0/TbRZGF1fElI/AAAAAAAAArE/o9kXyDFRIOk/s72-c/IGREJA+MATRIZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-135108696315443968</id><published>2011-04-24T00:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:37:29.541Z</updated><title type='text'>Poema novo</title><summary type='text'>
















Tem dias que estou botânica, afoita à flor, assim rosa.

Tem dias que estou em doida, adormecida, de ambulante.

Tem dias que estou radioactiva, átomos de versos, bomba.

Animal, às vezes de lasciva, outras vezes em toca e troca.

Mulher, que dentro me passeia, em sua estranha prosa.

Poeta que se evade da matéria, em tanta pedra, sou eu.

Poeta dos dias em que estou, afoita à </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/135108696315443968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=135108696315443968' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/135108696315443968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/135108696315443968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/poema-novo.html' title='Poema novo'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3553388620_4139bb8985_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-9016608877365329712</id><published>2011-04-22T15:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:25:00.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamos celebrar a Bandeira</title><summary type='text'>

Eu, e Waldomiro Dias, Tamboreiro chefe

















"Os momentos" foi durante anos um portal de divulgação cultural, e as Bandeiras da Ilha do Fogo sempre foram abordadas neste sítio. Primeiro, porque são manifestações tradicionais de uma riqueza cultural e simbólica que extravaza a ilha; segundo, pela movimentação que provocam, constituem um motivo incontornável de união da nação global </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/9016608877365329712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=9016608877365329712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9016608877365329712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9016608877365329712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/vamos-celebrar-bandeira.html' title='Vamos celebrar a Bandeira'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyckBAmUV1Y/TbGc0JXvkjI/AAAAAAAAArA/7DxOP9Vz3BE/s72-c/waldomiro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-263372592181766128</id><published>2011-04-19T11:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:19:07.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Flash (black)</title><summary type='text'>

Marc Cary














   (...) Sinto  uma forte melancolia, um sentimento especial e inesperado quando ando  pelas ruas desta cidade. Confidência de Alain Jean-Marie. O pianista de  Guadalupe disse que irá transformar esse estranho sentimento em música."Cresci com cabo-verdianos em Rhode Islands"... (Marc Cary, pianista da banda de Cindy Blackman Santana)(...) what a beautiful place and such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/263372592181766128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=263372592181766128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/263372592181766128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/263372592181766128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/flash-black.html' title='Flash (black)'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCT-tNPV9fs/Ta1p-r68zOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8Kp7sCETq5w/s72-c/MarcCary04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5683166360654755681</id><published>2011-04-17T12:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:08:32.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Portal Atlântico, o Filme</title><summary type='text'>


apoie com "like" aqui no facebook</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/Atlantic-Portals/127286554010316' title='Portal Atlântico, o Filme'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/spiamedia/atlantic-portals-a-documentary-by-claire-andrade-w' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5683166360654755681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5683166360654755681' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5683166360654755681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5683166360654755681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/apoia-bu-portal-atlantico.html' title='Portal Atlântico, o Filme'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2937048279548165881</id><published>2011-04-11T14:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:59:57.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Festival Vis a Vis vai ser anual</title><summary type='text'>

Banda Ex-Pavi, um dos vencedores do concurso



















Cabo Verde recebeu na semana passada o Concurso Vis-a-Vis, iniciativa da Casa de África, numa parceria entre cabo-verdianos e espanhóis (com várias instituições envolvidas), visa recrutar novos talentos cabo-verdianos do mundo da música. Esta primeira edição escrutinou mais de cem concorrentes para uma selecção de 16 propostas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2937048279548165881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2937048279548165881' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2937048279548165881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2937048279548165881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/festival-vis-vis-vai-ser-anual.html' title='Festival Vis a Vis vai ser anual'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-siUp7nNXiMI/TaMIqUeOcoI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lxybuUBCNVU/s72-c/ex-pavi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8246866552391700847</id><published>2011-04-04T11:39:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:53:41.671Z</updated><title type='text'>Claire Andrade-Watkins: um abraço à Terra Mãe</title><summary type='text'>

Claire Andrade-Watkins
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"Some Kind of Funny Porto Rican? A Cape Verdean American Story” (SKFPR ). Este filme mereceu uma nota há poucas semanas nesta página, mas o melhor estaria certamente por vir, depois de uma conversa com a cineasta, Claire Andrade-Watkins. Cabo-verdiana de segunda geração, professora na Emerson College, docente visitante na Brown University, e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8246866552391700847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8246866552391700847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8246866552391700847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8246866552391700847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/04/claire-andrade-watkins-um-abraco-terra.html' title='Claire Andrade-Watkins: um abraço à Terra Mãe'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6R3Bru3CiQQ/TZnCB0piDfI/AAAAAAAAAqY/u5-NA2bcKec/s72-c/CLAIRE+ANDRADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3854003561175050858</id><published>2011-03-28T18:11:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:05:46.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Matos: Crioulidade na Conservatória</title><summary type='text'>﻿ 


Carlos Matos





















“Os momentos” conversou com o pianista e professor de música Carlos Matos via facebook. Ele, na sua residência na Holanda, e nós, por cá, algures, no arquipélago. 

Aos 5 anos, quando acompanhado da mãe foi assistir a um show do grupo Voz de Cabo Verde, soube que rumo dar à sua vida. Queria ser músico e um homem do piano. Começou a estudar música aos 9 anos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3854003561175050858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3854003561175050858' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3854003561175050858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3854003561175050858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/carlos-matos-crioulidade-na.html' title='Carlos Matos: Crioulidade na Conservatória'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfBUn_XM0mk/TZDMwg7ThDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mWv_JLSQy_w/s72-c/Carlos_Matos_piano_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5721844521262379678</id><published>2011-03-27T14:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:01:40.868Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio!...</title><summary type='text'>



















Vivo longe de ti, mas que me importa?
(…)
Estou junto de ti, e não me vês...
(…)
Trago-te como um filho nos meus braços!
E na tua casa... Escuta!... Uns leves passos...
Silêncio, meu Amor!... Abre! Sou eu!...

Florbela Espanca...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5721844521262379678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5721844521262379678' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5721844521262379678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5721844521262379678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/silencio.html' title='Silêncio!...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD6u3T_gV3w/TZICT2aErfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/a2tqhWjH5W4/s72-c/nyam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-1500003738421633668</id><published>2011-03-27T11:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:13:55.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Cabo-verdiana mulher...</title><summary type='text'>


















I (...)


II

A minha mãe vendia pão ao luar
E mel às crianças da beira-mar
                     Pagavam moeda
Moeda de carvão
E marulho da moeda
                      no mergulho do mar alto
E por vezes
A fidúcia do rosto
                       sem timbre de selo branco

III

Antes da manhana
                         Ela ia
De baía em baía
                      peregrina
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1500003738421633668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=1500003738421633668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1500003738421633668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1500003738421633668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/cabo-verdiana-mulher.html' title='Cabo-verdiana mulher...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ttn-kwSnqM/TY8cee06HlI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XTtGDvpTIUo/s72-c/mulher+cabo%2527verdiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5437501532343042594</id><published>2011-03-26T17:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:19:28.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Falal Manu...</title><summary type='text'>

pura eu: diálogo intergeracional...Dj Baby T, Boy Ge Mendes, Mark G, e Manu Lima: é o futuro. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5437501532343042594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5437501532343042594' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5437501532343042594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5437501532343042594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/falal-manu.html' title='Falal Manu...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3167757847870459905</id><published>2011-03-23T13:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:16:12.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Morna</title><summary type='text'>






















“Canto que evoca
coisas distantes
que só existem
além
do pensamento,
e deixam vagos instantes
de nostalgia
num impreciso tormento
dentro
das nossas almas…
Morna
desassossego
voz
da nossa gente,
reflexo subconsciente
em nós
das vagas ao longo das praias;
(…)
musicando rapsódias em surdina
nos tectos das casas pobres…»

(teu) Jorge Barbosa 

Nesta casa pobre que gostavas de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3167757847870459905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3167757847870459905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3167757847870459905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3167757847870459905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/morna.html' title='Morna'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZvPRDLz-ef8/TYnz9vmGXdI/AAAAAAAAApw/YkiDPF3x3V0/s72-c/ELSA...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-74443590821400929</id><published>2011-03-20T12:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:18:18.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Notas minhas</title><summary type='text'>



















1. Some Kind of Funny Porto Rican. A Capeverdean American Story. Não falarei da opção estética que poderia ser tanta e inumerável para uma realizadora do calibre de Claire Andrade-Watkins. A própria faz-se de narradora e, de certa forma, personagem deste filme (cabo-verdiana americana de segunda geração). Parte da sua casa, da sua família e das suas inquietações profundamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/74443590821400929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=74443590821400929' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/74443590821400929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/74443590821400929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/notas-minhas.html' title='Notas minhas'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYKV9ZZBuoo/TIo9yar0DCI/AAAAAAAABz8/WZzpMrvyQco/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o+Bosco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7174245539021615863</id><published>2011-03-13T09:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:28:36.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Democratas...</title><summary type='text'>














Escrevi em dezembro do ano passado este post onde dizia que Manuel Inocêncio seria o candidato apoiado pelo PAICV, e ontem tudo se clareou. O Ministro das Infra-estruturas, transportes e telecomunicações aparentava estar demasiado confiante e sereno. Era ele o escolhido de José Maria Neves. Os sinais eram muitos. Em São Vicente, durante a campanha para as eleições legislativas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7174245539021615863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7174245539021615863' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7174245539021615863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7174245539021615863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/democratas.html' title='Democratas...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-boxSlHcIPQ8/TXyOiT-kUnI/AAAAAAAAApo/rpvbbfFw8R0/s72-c/femmefatale4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6254715411133903236</id><published>2011-03-06T19:17:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:57:58.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Benin em marcha democrática</title><summary type='text'>

















O Parlamento do Benin aprovou, na sexta-feira passada, uma lei, promulgada pelo Presidente cessante Yayi Boni, que adia para 13 de Março as eleições presidenciais que estavam agendadas para este domingo. É a segunda vez que se muda a data deste pleito, depois da primeira alteração de 28 de Fevereiro para 6 de Março. Na base de toda a polémica está a lista eleitoral permanente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6254715411133903236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6254715411133903236' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6254715411133903236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6254715411133903236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/benin-em-marcha-democratica.html' title='Benin em marcha democrática'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0_vpftaFjfY/TXPcR-0sdEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/S4SfLsf_iCw/s72-c/CIMG1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5277196413448693412</id><published>2011-03-01T09:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:47:37.478Z</updated><title type='text'>Sodade, nova versão</title><summary type='text'>























In November 2010, Seattle band Publish The Quest recorded 'Sodade' with Cape Verdean vocalist Laise Sanches. The song, made famous by the barefoot diva Cesária Évora, has a special meaning for all Cape Verdeans living on the islands and those in the diaspora.

nota pura: o disco vai estar no mundo este mês...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5277196413448693412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5277196413448693412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5277196413448693412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5277196413448693412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/03/sodade-nova-versao.html' title='Sodade, nova versão'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2719566343793353687</id><published>2011-02-26T09:50:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:34:36.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Christian Lagnidé</title><summary type='text'>


















Acompanhado do seu staff de comunicação, (foto) recebe-nos em sua casa com uma simplicidade notável, mas a quantidade de carros topo de gama que acolhe no pátio interior da imensa residência no bairro de JAK, agride a visão e mostra que o indivíduo afável que nos encara não se trata de um comum beninense. Falamos do ilustre empresário africano Christian Lagnidé, 47 anos, o mais</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2719566343793353687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2719566343793353687' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2719566343793353687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2719566343793353687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/02/christian-lagnide.html' title='Christian Lagnidé'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-smW4dA28y_w/TWjKYpcM0GI/AAAAAAAAAnw/akj6OFPoPUU/s72-c/CHRISTIAN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-176414694566659793</id><published>2011-02-21T18:08:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:46:19.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Zemidjans de Cotonou</title><summary type='text'>












Em Cotonou, capital económica de Benin, o frenesim dos moto-taxistas é uma realidade que se impõe ao visitante ao primeiro olhar. São claramente a opção para o transporte público na cidade. Designados de zemidjans, os moto-taxistas rodam a chifra de 80 mil, e constituem uma importante força eleitoral. Os 14 candidatos para as eleições presidenciais de 6 de Março no Benin sabem disso,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/176414694566659793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=176414694566659793' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/176414694566659793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/176414694566659793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-zemidjans-de-cotonou.html' title='Os Zemidjans de Cotonou'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQ2cMocI4jc/TWKnczWcIyI/AAAAAAAAAno/-SxJ7W6SiNo/s72-c/ben_zemidjan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4363538242669624174</id><published>2011-02-11T11:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:46:24.250Z</updated><title type='text'>"A crioulização do mundo é irreversível"*</title><summary type='text'>












Edouard Glissant : Nous vivons dans un bouleversement perpétuel où les civilisations s'entrecroisent, des pans entiers de culture basculent et s'entremêlent, où ceux qui s'effraient du métissage deviennent des extrémistes. C'est ce que j'appelle le "chaos-monde". On ne peut pas diriger le moment d'avant, pour atteindre le moment d'après. Les certitudes du rationalisme n'opèrent plus,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4363538242669624174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4363538242669624174' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4363538242669624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4363538242669624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/02/crioulizacao-do-mundo-e-irreversivel.html' title='&quot;A crioulização do mundo é irreversível&quot;*'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hOOVLxtdvs/TVUeLsxjgKI/AAAAAAAAAng/slfj3njhXAU/s72-c/glissant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3574309102696662876</id><published>2011-02-08T11:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:31:17.300Z</updated><title type='text'>A Festa acabou. E Agora, José?</title><summary type='text'>
















A festa acabou,

a luz apagou,

o povo sumiu,

a noite esfriou,

e agora, José ?

e agora, você ?

você que é sem nome,

que zomba dos outros,

você que faz versos,

que ama protesta,

e agora, José ?

(...) 

Carlos Drummond de Andrade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3574309102696662876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3574309102696662876' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3574309102696662876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3574309102696662876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/02/festa-acabou-e-agora-jose.html' title='A Festa acabou. E Agora, José?'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TVEoFctGYcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tjXmzV59xbs/s72-c/rosana+e+margott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5661576433765494852</id><published>2011-01-12T15:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:38:42.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Dos debates ... históricos!</title><summary type='text'>













A Estação de TV Pública inaugurou uma série de debates temáticos, tendo em vista as eleições de 6 de Fevereiro. O debate é mediado pelo Chefe de Informação, acontece às quartas-feiras, e, se a memória não me falha, já vai na sua quinta edição.

Depois dessa iniciativa, segue uma outra, desta feita da RTC, com transmissão simultânea na rádio e na tv: uma série de três debates, com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5661576433765494852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5661576433765494852' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5661576433765494852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5661576433765494852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/01/dos-debates-historicos.html' title='Dos debates ... históricos!'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXnv5IEpRIg/TNCqbIR0gRI/AAAAAAAAGNg/f_Nnm154F4A/s72-c/Debate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-177540952511513904</id><published>2011-01-11T10:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:20:04.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Com que roupa?</title><summary type='text'>


















Cabo Verde vai a votos no dia 6 de Fevereiro, e a pergunta é: a comunicação social (do estado) vai com que roupa? Ou seja, qual será e tem sido o seu papel efectivo, a sua contribuição genuína, vis-a-vis o interesse público. Ela vai continuar com a sua atitude acrítica, servil e simpática perante a máquina? Aqui pouco importa o palco da retórica montado para confundir!!!

Noel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/177540952511513904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=177540952511513904' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/177540952511513904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/177540952511513904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/01/com-que-roupa.html' title='Com que roupa?'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-d1krblHNc/SKtiMl0O8XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rL9tzaesaJ4/s72-c/amarelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7169332687147677571</id><published>2011-01-10T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:40:26.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Reinventar o Futuro</title><summary type='text'>













Afinal, o «ano maldito» não foi ainda este 2010. Vem aí, segundo dizem as previsões mais optimistas, um 2011 ainda pior. Mas a atitude certa para quem queira contrariar o destino dos tempos não é a de entregar-se ao desconsolo destes presságios. Sempre que olho para estas previsões, apetece-me voltar a dizer: afinal, o futuro foi ontem. O futuro foi ontem, porque o presente não nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7169332687147677571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7169332687147677571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7169332687147677571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7169332687147677571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/01/reinventar-o-futuro.html' title='Reinventar o Futuro'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TSrv3ltt4vI/AAAAAAAAAnM/s-xiMt8BTVo/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-451055828174600021</id><published>2011-01-06T11:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:43:35.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Norberto Tavares: O Trovador da Esperança</title><summary type='text'>



















Uma frase de Eugénio Tavares, patrono da Cultura Cabo-verdiana, descreveria o falecimento de Norberto Tavares, um dos grandes cultores da música e da cidadania cabo-verdianas.

(…) Korpu katibu bai bo ki é escravu; oh alma bibu kenha ki al lebabu (…)

Norberto Tavares, paradigma da frase de Eugénio Tavares, nasceu em 1956, em Santa Catarina, e faleceu em 2010, em New Bedford, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/451055828174600021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=451055828174600021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/451055828174600021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/451055828174600021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/01/norberto-tavares-o-trovador-da.html' title='Norberto Tavares: O Trovador da Esperança'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TSWlpQH5HBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/-SAxBwXCt3k/s72-c/Norberto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2325158923106667511</id><published>2011-01-01T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:56:41.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Por uma nova década….</title><summary type='text'>Nos últimos dez anos, temos uma situação grave. Fico desesperado e angustiado de como é que a sociedade cabo-verdiana em geral e as autoridades se acomodam a uma realidade que é dramática. O alcoolismo é um dos problemas graves de Cabo Verde em termos de saúde pública. O consumo começa numa idade cada vez mais precoce, e o avanço das mulheres no consumo é impressionante, e em bebidas de qualidade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2325158923106667511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2325158923106667511' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2325158923106667511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2325158923106667511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-uma-nova-decada.html' title='Por uma nova década….'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3642611525162727750</id><published>2010-12-16T14:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:22:53.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos</title><summary type='text'>
















Se não vejo o mar
sinto falta de ti,
e do sol que nos une,
sinto falta da vida
e desta viagem ausente.

Si no veo el marte echo de menos,y echo de menos el sol quenos une,echo en falta la viday este viaje ausente.

pura eu: aos amigos desta longa e ausente viagem virtual, com votos de festas felizes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3642611525162727750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3642611525162727750' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3642611525162727750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3642611525162727750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/12/aos-amigos.html' title='Aos amigos'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TQoidUzTgWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/4Nn6bCU9TWA/s72-c/moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4808298410468438642</id><published>2010-12-15T16:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:42:22.809Z</updated><title type='text'>As Eleições e a passividade (selectiva) da CNE</title><summary type='text'>























A entrevista concedida terça-feira pela Presidente da Comissão Nacional de Eleições (CNE) à TCV, deixou a nu a passividade preocupante desse imprescindível e superior órgão eleitoral. O primeiro pronunciamento oficial da CNE relativamente às eleições legislativas de 2011 resultou da interpretação do Código Eleitoral, nomeadamente da lei que proíbe, dois meses antes das </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4808298410468438642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4808298410468438642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4808298410468438642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4808298410468438642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-eleicoes-e-passividade-selectiva-da.html' title='As Eleições e a passividade (selectiva) da CNE'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TQjrPCpgDwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/noQ3-WeLUd4/s72-c/femme...femme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2389178152781748292</id><published>2010-12-09T13:20:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:42:38.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Em busca da cidade perdida</title><summary type='text'>


















A Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Luz (foto), Concelho de São Domingos, Ilha de Santiago, é o único vestígio notório da antiga sede da Capitania - donatária de Alcatrazes. O histórico e simbólico monumento vai ser finalmente reabilitado.

A Capitania dos Alcatrazes, actualmente “Baía” é a cidade perdida de Cabo Verde. Foi criada nos anos de 1460, aquando do povoamento das ilhas. Por</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2389178152781748292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2389178152781748292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2389178152781748292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2389178152781748292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/12/em-busca-da-cidade-perdida.html' title='Em busca da cidade perdida'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TQDWUBhdRkI/AAAAAAAAAms/5WLdFsbYgos/s72-c/dentucapela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6260762918902546195</id><published>2010-12-03T15:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:24:13.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Poesia na (p)raia</title><summary type='text'>


















O silêncio em nós 
é um vazio preenchido.

Sereno e testemunho dos dias.
A noite é mais veloz nos trópicos, já dizia o poeta.

Para não mais falarmos do tempo.

Amigo: pura eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6260762918902546195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6260762918902546195' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6260762918902546195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6260762918902546195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/12/poesia-na-praia.html' title='Poesia na (p)raia'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TPkIuqlOVtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/FsIPMqBjkIQ/s72-c/poesiaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4592775703017264702</id><published>2010-12-01T16:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:15:03.999Z</updated><title type='text'>MarkGmania</title><summary type='text'>



















Basta estar atento aos novos lançamentos discográficos em França, Holanda, Estados Unidos e Cabo Verde para se perceber um denominador comum que se desponta nesses trabalhos: o teclado, a guitarra e o cavaquinho (algumas vezes) unem-se e exibem-se aos nossos ouvidos com um estilo peculiar entre os ritmos todos. Falamos da marca do jovem cabo-verdiano, 31, Mark Gonçalves. O </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4592775703017264702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4592775703017264702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4592775703017264702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4592775703017264702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/12/markgmania.html' title='MarkGmania'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TPZ7eriwJnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yAO1JdDdPmo/s72-c/mark+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6714718825215989017</id><published>2010-11-25T15:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:25:19.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Comunicar com Ética</title><summary type='text'>














O mundo político procura a sua via entre um ideal da argumentação cooperativa inatingível no plano prático, mas justo no plano ético, e a renúncia à eficácia bem real, mas inaceitável, das técnicas de propaganda e de manipulação da opinião.
Philippe Breton e Serge Proulx, in: (A explosão da comunicação)


1. A frente propagandística montada pelo Governo não para de surpreender. Sem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6714718825215989017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6714718825215989017' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6714718825215989017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6714718825215989017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/comunicar-com-etica.html' title='Comunicar com Ética'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TO585Nlh1sI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V1_4kieCj-w/s72-c/comunicar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7225077493223811943</id><published>2010-11-24T14:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:38:35.585Z</updated><title type='text'>A Crioulização, o Candidato e os dias</title><summary type='text'>























A música (e as suas nuances) vem sendo um factor primordial na internacionalização de Cabo Verde. Esse fenómeno dá-se de formas diversas, quer pelos músicos cabo-verdianos que levam o nome do país para os quatro cantos do mundo, quer pelo encanto que amiúde a nossa música vem despertando entre as pessoas (artistas, inclusive) por esse mundo ao longe. No caminho encontramos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7225077493223811943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7225077493223811943' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7225077493223811943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7225077493223811943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/crioulizacao-o-candidato-e-os-dias.html' title='A Crioulização, o Candidato e os dias'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TO0cIKneaxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wUSxdLQBwI8/s72-c/atim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7776322149166603859</id><published>2010-11-18T16:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:18:45.064Z</updated><title type='text'>Em busca de ti</title><summary type='text'>
















Um amor que fere sem machucar.

Silencioso e tacteante 

que acalme a tormenta da minha alma

pela tua demora.

pura eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7776322149166603859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7776322149166603859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7776322149166603859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7776322149166603859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/em-busca-de-ti.html' title='Em busca de ti'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TOVQgKZmoyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/aJtfC1W6MLI/s72-c/photo-noir-blanc-mer-dos-bateau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6977324273648478345</id><published>2010-11-11T16:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:01:39.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Chico é prémio PT 2010</title><summary type='text'>























(…) A MEMÓRIA É DEVERAS um pandemónio, mas está tudo lá dentro, depois de fuçar um pouco o dono é capaz de encontrar todas as coisas. Não pode é alguém de fora se intrometer, como a empregada que remove a papelada para espanar o escritório. Ou como a filha que pretende dispor minha memória na ordem dela, cronológica, alfabética, ou por assunto (…)

Este é um passeio pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6977324273648478345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6977324273648478345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6977324273648478345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6977324273648478345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/chico-e-premio-pt-2010.html' title='Chico é prémio PT 2010'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TNwbnV1IawI/AAAAAAAAAmU/4GznQujMIaY/s72-c/chico+buarque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5091343761427559314</id><published>2010-11-11T13:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:25:35.659Z</updated><title type='text'>O jornalismo e as legislativas de 2011</title><summary type='text'>















1. Os dois maiores partidos cabo-verdianos estão, há meses, em campanha eleitoral valendo-se, ambos, de todos os meios a seu dispor: tempos de antena, comícios, festivais, inaugurações, programas institucionais na televisão, facebook, autodoors, tudo… Sobre este momento particular do cenário político nacional (os dois partidos se declararam publicamente em campanha), nunca se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5091343761427559314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5091343761427559314' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5091343761427559314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5091343761427559314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-jornalismo-e-as-legislativas-de-2011.html' title='O jornalismo e as legislativas de 2011'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TNvwW2WxDNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/z3k-M3ew60g/s72-c/jornalismo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7498151328696407446</id><published>2010-11-09T14:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:49:07.539Z</updated><title type='text'>SETEMBRO</title><summary type='text'>



















Repentina trovoada de Setembro
e depois chuvas exaustas;
ainda na praia a corrida
juvenil das ondas;
o abandono dos medronhos caídos
e um súbito olhar grave dum filho de dois anos;
vinhas que sangram,
uvas caminhando para o seu fim;
algumas folhas que descem
e as árvores, como as flores, esperando
a partida silenciosa dos insectos
e o sopro de uma breve chegada.

António Osório</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7498151328696407446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7498151328696407446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7498151328696407446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7498151328696407446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/setembro.html' title='SETEMBRO'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TNleFkpmJpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/1mVrb6wc0MI/s72-c/femme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5715603846573831949</id><published>2010-11-03T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:03:58.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Filhos da diáspora...</title><summary type='text'>
Interrompe a universidade onde fazia um curso de gestão de empresas, sem, no entanto, desligar-se do mundo musical que conheceu na adolescência; dá um tempo nos estudos, grava o seu primeiro single, e ruma a Cabo Verde para conhecer a terra dos pais, e apresentar-se aos crioulos no show do Akon. 
Falamos de Chris Barbosa, um filho da diáspora, mais concretamente dos Estados Unidos. Os pais são </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5715603846573831949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5715603846573831949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5715603846573831949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5715603846573831949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/11/filhos-da-diaspora.html' title='Filhos da diáspora...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TNGEuF9mtgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VGI3uNbdnTo/s72-c/barbosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7662374880417764279</id><published>2010-10-20T19:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:52:55.667Z</updated><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso canta "You don't know me" com Karina Zeviani.</title><summary type='text'>

nota pura: "you don´t know me" and "you´ll never get to know me"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7662374880417764279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7662374880417764279' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7662374880417764279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7662374880417764279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/caetano-veloso-canta-you-dont-know-me.html' title='Caetano Veloso canta &quot;You don&apos;t know me&quot; com Karina Zeviani.'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6076161888081869758</id><published>2010-10-20T17:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:09:24.465Z</updated><title type='text'>A propaganda, o prestígio, a reacção bomba, e o salve-se quem puder</title><summary type='text'>




















Semanas antes do debate parlamentar sobre o Estado da Nacão, numa investida de propaganda sem precedentes, o Governo produziu programas televisivos mostrando trabalhos de ministério a ministério; na mesma senda, os embaixadores (na contramão da diplomacia) apareceram no programa palaciano, em fila de rosário, tecendo rasgados elogios a Cabo Verde, sub-entende-se governação de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6076161888081869758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6076161888081869758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6076161888081869758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6076161888081869758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/propaganda-o-prestigio-reaccao-bomba-e.html' title='A propaganda, o prestígio, a reacção bomba, e o salve-se quem puder'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjTw8QqEsf0/SOpzGBu_MNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q7sCPJlbyI0/s72-c/Mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4167725676532411662</id><published>2010-10-18T16:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:56:16.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Ode à toi</title><summary type='text'>





























Ama os teus inimigos, porque eles falam-te dos teus defeitos.

Benjamim Franklin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4167725676532411662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4167725676532411662' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4167725676532411662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4167725676532411662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/ode-toi.html' title='Ode à toi'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5297019508754949606</id><published>2010-10-07T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:58:15.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Vargas Llosa é Prémio nobel de literatura</title><summary type='text'>


















"Acreditava que havia sido completamente esquecido pela Academia Sueca. Nem sequer sabia que o prêmio seria entregue neste mês", disse Vargas Llosa à agência sueca "TT"."A verdade é que foi uma surpresa muito grande (...) pensava que era uma brincadeira", disse Vargas Llosa, que está nos Estados Unidos, em declarações à radio peruana RPP. 

Segundo o filho do escritor, Álvaro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5297019508754949606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5297019508754949606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5297019508754949606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5297019508754949606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/vargas-llosa-e-premio-nobel-de.html' title='Vargas Llosa é Prémio nobel de literatura'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XmbghAoiqi8/Rm5nDYLG4nI/AAAAAAAAASY/1H0Psq_WqTw/s72-c/mario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-34813220935804871</id><published>2010-10-06T21:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:01:29.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Para quem pensa em regressar...</title><summary type='text'>






















Regresso às fragas de onde me roubaram.
Ah! Minha serra, minha dura infância!
Como os rijos carvalhos me acenaram,
Mal eu surgi, cansado, na distância!

Cantava cada fonte à sua porta:
O poeta voltou!
Atrás ia ficando a terra morta
Dos versos que o desterro esfarelou.

Depois o céu abriu-se num sorriso,
E eu deitei-me no colo dos penedos
A contar aventuras e segredos
Aos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/34813220935804871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=34813220935804871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/34813220935804871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/34813220935804871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-quem-pensa-em-regresso.html' title='Para quem pensa em regressar...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVIhvfZ_fM8/Se4q0QlWc_I/AAAAAAAABj4/FarTq_mFzMg/s72-c/MiguelTorga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4799700177175678452</id><published>2010-10-04T19:05:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:06:04.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Emancipate yourselves</title><summary type='text'>
























Provoca imensa confusão acompanhar análises de alguns comentaristas nacionais, entenda-se, cabo-verdianos, inseridos neste Continente, o africano, que passam a vida a referir que isso ou aquilo está a ser defendido por grandes analistas europeus e americanos, e que por esse motivo são situações dignas de crença e abraço. 

Nós, mortais crioulos, alguns com acesso àquilo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4799700177175678452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4799700177175678452' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4799700177175678452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4799700177175678452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/emancipate-yourselves.html' title='Emancipate yourselves'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TNwGL6blW2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/feALtUc00Yk/s72-c/bob-marley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4740901389342820852</id><published>2010-10-01T16:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:11:22.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando a propaganda invade o campo simbólico do jornalismo</title><summary type='text'>



















... existe uma relação simbiótica entre jornalismo e democracia, residindo no núcleo dessa relação o conceito de liberdade, fulcro do desenvolvimento do jornalismo. (Nelson Traquina)

À luz da afirmação acima, pergunto: com que liberdade “o jornalista” (ou aquele que invade o seu território simbólico) faz perguntas num tempo de antena partidário? Entendendo o perguntar como um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4740901389342820852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4740901389342820852' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4740901389342820852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4740901389342820852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-propaganda-invade-o-campo.html' title='Quando a propaganda invade o campo simbólico do jornalismo'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5064592325785065146</id><published>2010-09-30T15:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:55:36.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><summary type='text'>
























Aqui nesta praia onde
Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza,
Aqui onde há somente
Ondas tombando ininterruptamente,
Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,
Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente
Encontra a própria liberdade.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5064592325785065146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5064592325785065146' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5064592325785065146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5064592325785065146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6659844085943329028</id><published>2010-09-24T10:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:58:10.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Pour toi</title><summary type='text'>














És o primeiro poema que escrevo
num momento de alegria... 
és a minha dor.

pura eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6659844085943329028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6659844085943329028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6659844085943329028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6659844085943329028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/pour-toi.html' title='Pour toi'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TJyDw7ggyGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/V-CfTMGtoHI/s72-c/romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3719931864331671244</id><published>2010-09-23T11:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:19:12.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Project Salt – preservando a música tradicional de Cabo Verde</title><summary type='text'>





























“A minha relação com Cabo Verde surgiu a partir do dia em que escutei um CD de Cesária Évora. Comprei um bilhete de avião e decidi que queria conhecer este país.” Foram mais ou menos nesses termos que Johnny Fernandes me respondeu, quando o interpelei sobre o seu intenso interesse por Cabo Verde. Antes pensava tratar-se de mais um cabo-verdiano da diáspora que não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3719931864331671244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3719931864331671244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3719931864331671244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3719931864331671244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/project-salt-preservando-musica.html' title='Project Salt – preservando a música tradicional de Cabo Verde'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TJs8aGXK0WI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1DTBhvELejk/s72-c/jonhh+fernandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4741842939612511769</id><published>2010-09-23T11:32:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:15:54.226Z</updated><title type='text'>You never know who you´re gonna meet</title><summary type='text'>
















“A tradição” de há 21 anos se cumpriu e aconteceu mais um festival de música de Santa Maria, nos dias 17 e 18 deste mês. Um evento que ficou marcado por uma diversidade de estilos e de presenças musicais, a par de um ambiente humano e natural notáveis (incluindo a chuva). Há dez anos, quando conheci o festival guardei comigo as melhores impressões desse certame. O espírito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4741842939612511769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4741842939612511769' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4741842939612511769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4741842939612511769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-never-know-who-youre-gonna-meet.html' title='You never know who you´re gonna meet'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TJuLB2-CMkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/G3vFSD0qEdI/s72-c/publish_the_quest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5236634159504709110</id><published>2010-09-14T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:24:19.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Profundamente Borgeano</title><summary type='text'>























"Estou só e não há ninguém no espelho"

Jorge Luis Borges</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5236634159504709110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5236634159504709110' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5236634159504709110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5236634159504709110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/profundamente-borgeano.html' title='Profundamente Borgeano'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TI-ShU0CULI/AAAAAAAAAj0/w8L0gdZ0ecM/s72-c/borges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8963679926463814415</id><published>2010-09-14T13:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:31:02.527Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8963679926463814415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8963679926463814415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8963679926463814415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8963679926463814415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/momento-santo.html' title=''/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TI97R9qH4hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Z6YRLz_7yYg/s72-c/papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-9085507766443351868</id><published>2010-09-13T18:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:14:54.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos Cafeanos do Jornalismo Cultural</title><summary type='text'>
















nota pura: o debate sobre o Jornalismo Cultural começou, ganhou tentáculos no Café Margoso, e, à par dos mimos de sempre, e de reacções mais circunstanciais, eis que surgiram boas sugestões que, do meu ponto de vista, desbravam o caminho, e ajudam a estreitar os olhares sobre o próprio jornalismo e a sua endogeneização. Confiram!

1. Vejam a Cultura como um todo e não como uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/9085507766443351868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=9085507766443351868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9085507766443351868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9085507766443351868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/jornalismo-cultural-momentos-cafeanos.html' title='Momentos Cafeanos do Jornalismo Cultural'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TI5xfMQyfXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZS5-_rEZejk/s72-c/journalism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-1299221319371389297</id><published>2010-09-13T14:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:11:31.689Z</updated><title type='text'>ZOUK... o fenómeno e os seus rizomas</title><summary type='text'>















Hoje, os historiadores, os antropólogos e os etnólogos falam cada vez mais de uma civilização contemporânea nascida da interface, do encontro de ancestrais civilizações: a crioulidade. À par dos aspectos materiais, os fenómenos imateriais da crioulidade marcados pela vivência, pela língua e pela música fazem a riqueza da humanidade. 

Quando se encara a música de Cabo Verde, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1299221319371389297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=1299221319371389297' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1299221319371389297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1299221319371389297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/zouk-e-os-seus-rizomas.html' title='ZOUK... o fenómeno e os seus rizomas'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TI4zNNTmUHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/22ro5gFmkvc/s72-c/ZOUK+-+Na+Rota+da+Criouliza%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8885891467907605094</id><published>2010-09-08T16:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:52:03.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Do Jornalismo Cultural</title><summary type='text'>


















nota pura 1: Depois de semanas de interregno, passei pelo blog de João Branco e deparei-me com uma entrevista que fizera a Alex Silva no Jornal A Nação. Nela encontro duas questões repetentes nas entrevistas que o autor de Café Margoso tem feito ultimamente, não sei se como jornalista ou como alguém que entende de cultura. 

João Branco: Costuma-se dizer que Cabo Verde é um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8885891467907605094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8885891467907605094' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8885891467907605094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8885891467907605094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-jornalismo-cultural.html' title='Do Jornalismo Cultural'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TIe4xRC_AkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/A6SDSzvSPs4/s72-c/jornalismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4582984645122661639</id><published>2010-09-03T17:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:45:54.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Tarde no mar</title><summary type='text'>




























A tarde é de oiro rútilo: esbraseia.
O horizonte: um cacto purpurino.
E a vaga esbelta que palpita e ondeia,
Com uma frágil graça de menino,

Pousa o manto de arminho na areia
E lá vai, e lá segue o seu destino!
E o sol, nas casas brancas que incendeia,
Desenha mãos sangrentas de assassino!

Que linda tarde aberta sobre o mar!
Vai deitando do céu molhos de rosas
Que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4582984645122661639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4582984645122661639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4582984645122661639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4582984645122661639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/09/tarde-no-mar.html' title='Tarde no mar'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2532790921672927988</id><published>2010-08-30T14:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:38:45.753Z</updated><title type='text'>A Internet e os Candidatos</title><summary type='text'>























Carlos Veiga lança na terça-feira o seu site de combate para as legislativas de 2011. O motivo dessa nova frente digital é confesso e assumido no próprio endereço do site. José Maria Neves ainda não anunciou o seu site. Ele criara há meses um blog que não teve continuidade, já que não passou de dois posts. Se bem que o blog de Neves não parece ser um instrumento de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2532790921672927988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2532790921672927988' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2532790921672927988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2532790921672927988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/internet-e-os-candidatos.html' title='A Internet e os Candidatos'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/THu8tOsdWNI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HGab63LCRVg/s72-c/iamgem+que+o+premier+exibe+no+facebook....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3539823318366753625</id><published>2010-08-30T11:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:07:55.113Z</updated><title type='text'>A lição de Cícero</title><summary type='text'>


















A história é testemunha do passado, luz da verdade, vida da memória, mestra da vida, anunciadora dos tempos antigos." (Cícero)

fotu: cidade velha: Kay
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3539823318366753625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3539823318366753625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3539823318366753625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3539823318366753625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/licao-de-cicero.html' title='A lição de Cícero'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/THuR23B6M6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/H_g6Dbxmrj0/s72-c/cidade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8818896011176266874</id><published>2010-08-29T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:50:22.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Quase um poema de amor</title><summary type='text'>





















Há muito tempo já que não escrevo um poema
De amor.
E é o que eu sei fazer com mais delicadeza!
A nossa natureza
Lusitana
Tem essa humana
Graça
Feiticeira
De tornar de cristal
A mais sentimental
E baça
Bebedeira.

Mas ou seja que vou envelhecendo
E ninguém me deseje apaixonado,
Ou que a antiga paixão
Me mantenha calado
O coração
Num íntimo pudor,

--- Há muito tempo já que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8818896011176266874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8818896011176266874' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8818896011176266874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8818896011176266874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/quase-um-poema-de-amor.html' title='Quase um poema de amor'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0nlUcHjnrA/S9Q6A3-m-vI/AAAAAAAACU8/TT5ut75Ufog/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5297295482258568703</id><published>2010-08-16T15:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:31:20.389Z</updated><title type='text'>Tarantino, Eli Roth, e o gosto (vermelho) de sangue</title><summary type='text'>
















Da estética: Volto a Quentin Tarantino, provocador-mor do cinema. É daqueles astros, herméticos e misteriosos, no propósito estético e psicológico da arte que praticam. Na sexta-feira passada, a TCV exibiu Hostel: part II, uma realização de Eli Roth, com participação de Quentin Tarantino na escrita original do argumento e na produção. Um filme que percorre todos os labirintos de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5297295482258568703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5297295482258568703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5297295482258568703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5297295482258568703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/tarantino-eli-roth-e-o-gosto-vermelho.html' title='Tarantino, Eli Roth, e o gosto (vermelho) de sangue'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6523485254936832777</id><published>2010-08-13T16:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:28:46.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Antes de amar-te</title><summary type='text'>



















Antes de amar-te, amor, 
nada era meu:
vacilei pelas ruas
e coisas:
nada contava,
nem tinha nome:
o mundo era 
do ar que esperava.

E conheci salões cinzentos,
túneis habitados pela lua,
hangares cruéis que se despediam,
perguntas que 
insistiam na areia.

Tudo estava vazio, morto e mudo,
caído, abandonado e decaído,
tudo era inalienavelmente alheio,
tudo era dos outros e de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6523485254936832777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6523485254936832777' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6523485254936832777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6523485254936832777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/antes-de-amar-te.html' title='Antes de amar-te'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TGVx-nzRlYI/AAAAAAAAAik/2nd8axbfKSo/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5156530748262976752</id><published>2010-08-11T12:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:35:39.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Coetzee: o poliedro dos espelhos</title><summary type='text'>
















J.M.Coetzee é um escritor surpreendente. Prova-o os seus livros.
“Verão”, a sua última obra, é parte da trilogia de suas memórias ficcionadas e iniciadas com Boyhood e Youth. Em verdade, ousa um terceiro olhar sobre uma África do Sul insular, sem perspectiva humana comum, nem rumo ou esperança. A obra é diferente de tudo, tão existencial quão extensivamente intrigante e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5156530748262976752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5156530748262976752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5156530748262976752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5156530748262976752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/coetzee-o-poliedro-dos-espelhos.html' title='Coetzee: o poliedro dos espelhos'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2140812541757912583</id><published>2010-08-09T15:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:11:33.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Zouk, o nosso fenómeno ...</title><summary type='text'>

Entrevista com Kaysha, músico congolês


Forma-se e formata-se a partir do zouk uma nova rede de músicos cabo-verdianos, antilhanos e africanos de outras paragens numa reconfiguração artística peculiar, cujas raízes e dimensão merecem ser exploradas. Músicos como Kaysha, Mica Mendes, Nelson Freitas, Face a Face, entre outros, fazem parte desse universo. Um fenómeno curioso.
O modismo

Zouk é um</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2140812541757912583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2140812541757912583' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2140812541757912583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2140812541757912583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/zouk-o-nosso-fenomeno.html' title='Zouk, o nosso fenómeno ...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TGAgetdZd1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-FvZqIsM15g/s72-c/kaisha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3008263444736033511</id><published>2010-08-05T15:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:47:42.532Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando passo</title><summary type='text'>



















Sou como você me vê,
posso ser leve como uma brisa,
ou forte como uma ventania,
depende de quando,
e como você me vê passar.

Clarice Lispector</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3008263444736033511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3008263444736033511' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3008263444736033511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3008263444736033511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/quando-passo.html' title='Quando passo'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1eOfeeoHKI/S5VrcgmO-RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dqmB8EtU3aM/s72-c/mulher2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-269515219811623480</id><published>2010-08-03T14:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:06:27.605Z</updated><title type='text'>"Lá e Cá" inspira</title><summary type='text'>O programa “Lá e Cá”, co-produzido pela TV Cultura (Brasil) e pela RTP (Portugal), foi emitido inicialmente nesses dois canais e, agora, já pode ser visto também na RTP África, até para servir de inspiração.O projecto, da autoria do jornalista brasileiro Paulo Markun e com participação especial de Carlos Fino, funciona como uma rede interior que cobre duas culturas: a brasileira e a portuguesa. O</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/269515219811623480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=269515219811623480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/269515219811623480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/269515219811623480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-e-ca-inspira.html' title='&quot;Lá e Cá&quot; inspira'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TFgkcvDiNyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VOOB5M3xVjI/s72-c/markun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4661325933316679822</id><published>2010-08-02T13:39:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:03:14.440Z</updated><title type='text'>J.M.Coetzee, for ever!</title><summary type='text'>




















“Tem de acreditar quando lhe digo que nada – mas mesmo nada – estava mais longe do meu espírito do que namoriscar com aquele homem. Porque ele não tinha qualquer presença sexual. Era como se tivesse sido pulverizado da cabeça aos pés com um spray neutralizador, um spray castrante.”

nota pura: uma passagem de “Verão”, último livro do Nobel J.M. Coetzee: A fala é de Julie e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4661325933316679822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4661325933316679822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4661325933316679822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4661325933316679822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/jmcoetzee-for-ever.html' title='J.M.Coetzee, for ever!'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5095569206662445492</id><published>2010-07-27T17:28:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:07:03.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o livro de Françoise Asher</title><summary type='text'>Uma comunidade que, apesar de diferente, vivia o seu tempo numa realidade que apenas carecia de uma contextualização, principalmente por aqueles que a viam de fora. Foi esse trabalho que, de espírito aberto e de forma aturada, faz Françoise Asher no livro “Os Rabelados de Cabo Verde”.Está-se perante uma obra de investigação jornalística, por conseguinte de pesquisa científica, pelos métodos que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5095569206662445492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5095569206662445492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5095569206662445492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5095569206662445492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobre-o-livro-de-francoise-asher.html' title='Sobre o livro de Françoise Asher'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7578015267803293975</id><published>2010-07-27T16:42:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:07:16.323Z</updated><title type='text'>São tantos momentos...</title><summary type='text'>1. “Nesse contexto social em que a democracia é mais senso-comum e ambiência cotidiana do que paixão ideológica, os meios de comunicação adquirem um novo estatuto cultural e uma posição de poder sem precedentes na História do mundo” (Sodré 1996:70).Este debate não existe neste país onde as televisões (do mundo e da terra juntos) representam poderes (sem vontade fundadora) e interesses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7578015267803293975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7578015267803293975' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7578015267803293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7578015267803293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/momentos-de-dor.html' title='São tantos momentos...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5817104755544608202</id><published>2010-07-21T16:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:07:29.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Jornalismo para quem precisa</title><summary type='text'>1. Nos últimos dias temos sido varridos por uma vaga de acusações vinda do jornal Liberal, e ontem das hostes do MPD, relacionadas ao cerceamento da liberdade de imprensa. Todas as balas estão sendo gastas com a TV Pública, tendo como alvo os serviços noticiosos do canal. Nesse avalanche de críticas, houve, e ouve-se muito equívocos: relativamente ao trabalho dos jornalistas, o papel dos media </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5817104755544608202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5817104755544608202' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5817104755544608202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5817104755544608202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/jornalismo-para-quem-precisa.html' title='Jornalismo para quem precisa'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iid2h4sKz4Y/TA47SgOnkII/AAAAAAAABEE/SHIOsp3xfTQ/s72-c/07fb5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3386210730758125359</id><published>2010-07-14T12:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:07:41.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Ode ao Tempo</title><summary type='text'>1. Patrícia pressente o viver como o vagar por uma estranha e imprevisível estrada: nunca encara as vias; algumas, ela ignora, pisa, e o caudal arrasta-se, prossegue, persegue-a, para em seguida desviar-se do estarrecido fim. Nunca escreveu uma história, nunca viveu uma história, nunca subiu a um palco, tal o pavor que lhe encerra os finais. Decidiu estar num lugar qualquer onde o princípio e o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3386210730758125359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3386210730758125359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3386210730758125359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3386210730758125359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/ode-ao-tempo.html' title='Ode ao Tempo'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-4662856571690289267</id><published>2010-07-13T11:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:08:02.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Patrícia: dias ao largo</title><summary type='text'>1. Retomo as histórias de Patrícia.2. Ela continua a viver o mundo, mas em toda e qualquer avenida apenas alcança as calçadas da sua ruela, as ribeiras do seu chão, e os olhares familiares que a viram sendo. Insiste naquele tempo inicial só dela, que não pertence a mais ninguém, insiste em ser menina, hoje, entre rugas e tempos cruzados, entre dores e alegrias vividas. As derrotas, e também as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/4662856571690289267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=4662856571690289267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4662856571690289267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/4662856571690289267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/patricia-dias-ao-largo.html' title='Patrícia: dias ao largo'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3400903949_40fdc528cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3148853906474166925</id><published>2010-07-12T14:53:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:08:20.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma experiência privada (da vida pública de Arendt)</title><summary type='text'>“No seu estilo inimitável, Heidegger escreveu a Arendt que o reatar da amizade entre ambos se devia a Elfride, e que o amor dos dois era sustido pelo amor da esposa. A imagem das duas mulheres a abraçarem-se à despedida era a imagem que ele idealizada para o futuro: um vínculo emocional entre as duas alimentado pelo amor que tinham por ele. Depois disso, Elfride estava presente em quase todas as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3148853906474166925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3148853906474166925' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3148853906474166925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3148853906474166925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-experiencia-privada-da-vida-publica.html' title='Uma experiência privada (da vida pública de Arendt)'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySRgw_LsOEU/Rs8-5ePLnwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DnI2b1ULrn8/s72-c/Arendt1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5676143059352839334</id><published>2010-07-09T15:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:08:33.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento 35 (e outros)</title><summary type='text'>1. Uma certa azáfama à volta das comemorações do 35º aniversário da Independência Nacional fez-me lembrar Caetano Veloso e o seu dito em relação aos que desejam matar amanhã o “velho” que morreu ontem. O espavento, em plena bonança, deixa a descoberto aqueles que não se deram conta do vendaval, e alguns que só agora ouviram falar des "femmes" e des "hommes". À par do resto, que é sempre igual e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5676143059352839334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5676143059352839334' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5676143059352839334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5676143059352839334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimento-35-e-outros.html' title='Sentimento 35 (e outros)'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3179560922_be8425ace5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-1283725387823130807</id><published>2010-06-28T12:47:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:10:19.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Quintana: o poeta dos dias</title><summary type='text'>Tão bom viver dia a dia...A vida assim, jamais cansa...Viver tão só de momentosComo estas nuvens no céu...E só ganhar, toda a vida,Inexperiência... esperança...E a rosa louca dos ventosPresa à copa do chapéu.Nunca dês um nome a um rio:Sempre é outro rio a passar.Nada jamais continua,Tudo vai recomeçar!E sem nenhuma lembrançaDas outras vezes perdidas,Atiro a rosa do sonhoNas tuas mãos distraídas..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1283725387823130807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=1283725387823130807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1283725387823130807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1283725387823130807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/quintana-o-poeta-dos-dias.html' title='Quintana: o poeta dos dias'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-8848216330477310666</id><published>2010-06-26T12:31:00.014Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:10:33.254Z</updated><title type='text'>À brava ilha de nhô Tatai… aquele abraço</title><summary type='text'>A festa da Bandeira de S. João, na Ilha Brava, este ano, excepcionalmente, prolonga-se para além do dia 24 de Junho: a grande sexta-feira foi emendada com o fim-de-semana, (vai dar Terra Samba) e a ideia é boa. Não fossem as deficiências de transporte, já habituais na ilha, o brilho seria diferente, garantiu o edil à TCV.A tradição se cumpriu e a edilidade homenageou Armando de Pina, compositor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/8848216330477310666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=8848216330477310666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8848216330477310666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/8848216330477310666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/brava-ilha-de-nho-tatai-aquele-abraco.html' title='À brava ilha de nhô Tatai… aquele abraço'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVuS-JJpUhE/TCX5P0pLHSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ohvfgBxFkkY/s72-c/mastro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-7375625484153122346</id><published>2010-06-25T09:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:10:43.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Os poemas ...</title><summary type='text'>Os poemas são pássaros que chegamnão se sabe de onde e pousamno livro que lês.Quando fechas o livro, eles alçam vôocomo de um alçapão.Eles não têm pousonem portoalimentam-se um instante em cada par de mãose partem.E olhas, então, essas tuas mãos vazias,no maravilhado espanto de saberesque o alimento deles já estava em ti...Mário Quintana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/7375625484153122346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=7375625484153122346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7375625484153122346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/7375625484153122346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-poemas.html' title='Os poemas ...'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6555954879720358897</id><published>2010-06-23T16:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:10:54.988Z</updated><title type='text'>A memória… do imaterial ao visual</title><summary type='text'>1. Decorre no IIPC (23 e 24 de Junho) um atelier de formação em técnicas de transcrição do património imaterial, no âmbito do projecto “Multiculturalidade e Plurilinguismo: tradição oral e educação plurilingue”. Este projecto é financiado pela União Latina e propõe-se à recolha de contos populares para posterior publicação de materiais didácticos. Em Cabo-Verde foram recolhidos 30 contos nas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6555954879720358897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6555954879720358897' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6555954879720358897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6555954879720358897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoria-do-imaterial-ao-visual.html' title='A memória… do imaterial ao visual'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-1612967975765529011</id><published>2010-06-18T18:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:21:45.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Saramago, a força literária da lusofonia</title><summary type='text'>





























Faleceu, hoje, aos 87 anos, em Lanzarote, nas ilhas Canárias, o escritor José Saramago, o único prémio Nobel de literatura da língua portuguesa. Prolixo e polémico, o romancista português ora falecido deixa uma vasta obra, traduzida em dezenas de línguas e lida por milhões de pessoas em torno do mundo.

Não escondendo as suas profundas convicções ideológicas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1612967975765529011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=1612967975765529011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1612967975765529011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1612967975765529011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/saramago-forca-literaria-da-lusofonia.html' title='Saramago, a força literária da lusofonia'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-3985271964550078367</id><published>2010-06-12T11:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:11:07.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Cabo Verde aos pés de Portugal: a Imprensa vai junto</title><summary type='text'>1. Aconteceu há dias em Lisboa a I Cimeira Luso cabo verdiana. Duvido que o acontecimento tenha merecido destaque nos telejornais portugueses. Entre nós, assuntos do tipo são considerados notícias de primeira monta, mesmo quando alguns desses acordos assinados não passam de mera cosmética, ou as palavras da hora, puro ímpeto de circunstância. A imprensa cabo-verdiana aprecia esses teatros e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/3985271964550078367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=3985271964550078367' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3985271964550078367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/3985271964550078367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/cabo-verde-aos-pes-de-portugal-imprensa.html' title='Cabo Verde aos pés de Portugal: a Imprensa vai junto'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-2726863637594354988</id><published>2010-06-06T11:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:11:22.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento Gullar</title><summary type='text'>Saio do sono comode uma batalhatravada emlugar algumNão sei na madrugadase estou feridose o corpotenhoriscadode hematomasZonzo lavona piaos olhos dondeainda escorreuns restos de treva.nota pura: "Mau Despertar" (Agosto 1977) de Ferreira Gullar, Prémio Camões 2010 (o meu e nosso poeta sujo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/2726863637594354988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=2726863637594354988' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2726863637594354988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/2726863637594354988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/06/momento-gullar.html' title='Momento Gullar'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-1887905060154796064</id><published>2010-05-26T20:43:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:16:00.737Z</updated><title type='text'>Ca tem ninguém sima él</title><summary type='text'>Fiquei com o refrão “ca tem ninguém sima bó” na cabeça desde que ouvi a versão da música “One Love” de Sara Tavares, interpretada por Daniela Mercury: a diva baiana que encanta com a sua alma de artista a todos quantos reconhecem no chão da Bahia uma síntese cultural com selo atlântico. A origem desse encontro pela via atlântica, como se sabe, foi em Cabo Verde, em Santiago, o interposto do novo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/1887905060154796064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=1887905060154796064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1887905060154796064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/1887905060154796064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-tem-ninguem-sima-el.html' title='Ca tem ninguém sima él'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5759747005781260908</id><published>2010-05-24T10:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:23:02.320Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha insensatez futebolística</title><summary type='text'>Este post cumpre um propósito sui generis: o de confessar a minha ignorância franciscana em matéria futebolística. No passado sabado, enquanto decorria o jogo Inter de Milão x Bayern de Munique, não tinha a mínima noção de que se estava no final da Liga dos Campeões da Europa.Na estrada Milão, Torino, (aqui na Itália) depois de entrar em dois restaurantes diferentes, e ter notado a mesma euforia,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5759747005781260908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5759747005781260908' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5759747005781260908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5759747005781260908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/05/minha-insensatez-futebolistica.html' title='A minha insensatez futebolística'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-6936761876190927068</id><published>2010-05-13T14:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:05:39.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Equívoco estético e ético</title><summary type='text'>Quem de direito que mande suspender a emissão do spot intitulado “Cidadania em 1 mn” emitido insistentemente nas TV´s nacionais: a cena começa com o enquadramento de uma casa colorida, em off ouve-se uma discussão de casal seguida de agressão, gritos estridentes de filhos e da mulher vítima, e sons de objectos que se partem. Enquanto isso, do lado de fora, curiosos se juntam, e chegam finalmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/6936761876190927068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=6936761876190927068' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6936761876190927068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/6936761876190927068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/05/equivoco-estetico-e-etico.html' title='Equívoco estético e ético'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-5771988077123571194</id><published>2010-05-11T10:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:21:47.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinais que ficaram!</title><summary type='text'>Desde o Kriol Jazz Festival que não escrevo uma nota neste espaço, sem deixar, entretanto, de contar os dias em outras paragens:1. (Bandeira S.Filipe) Passaram à história as festividades de São Filipe e não tive a oportunidade de escrever sobre uma das melhores bandeiras dadas nos últimos anos. Os festeiros (familiares de Dinis Dias da Fonseca) fizeram jus a uma das festas populares mais rijas e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/5771988077123571194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=5771988077123571194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5771988077123571194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/5771988077123571194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinais-que-ficaram.html' title='Sinais que ficaram!'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7949680.post-9183493464102422962</id><published>2010-04-13T14:33:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:52:27.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós somos o jazz</title><summary type='text'>No ano passado escrevi este texto sobre a minha percepção da dinâmica de socialização que o Krioll Jazz Festival traria à Cidade da Praia e a Cabo Verde. A edição deste ano só veio confirmar essa impressão: além de um cartaz de luxo, e sobretudo consequente, tendo em conta a proposta do festival – consolidar um jazz crioulo – o festival deste ano mereceu a cobertura da imprensa estrangeira e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/feeds/9183493464102422962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7949680&amp;postID=9183493464102422962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9183493464102422962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7949680/posts/default/9183493464102422962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiaquepassa.blogspot.com/2010/04/nos-somos-o-jazz.html' title='Nós somos o jazz'/><author><name>pura eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502959066119147995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF0rhEapPM/TXQcPLm_0EI/AAAAAAAAApI/DRt7NG1UZlE/s220/dali.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQa3Gjv4Nyc/S8BiacN6SbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/oEtzLzGWHCA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_6765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
