<?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-24356571</id><updated>2011-09-30T12:28:17.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontos de Fuga</title><subtitle type='html'>JOSÉ HERMANO SARAIVA . ISABEL SILVESTRE . MÁRIO DE CARVALHO . INÊS PEDROSA . MÁRIO MÁXIMO . MARIA DO ROSÁRIO PEDREIRA . LAURO ANTÓNIO . EDUARDO ALVES DUARTE . MARIA AZENHA . JOÃO BÉNARD DA COSTA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-7332318498323581413</id><published>2009-05-21T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T05:16:12.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>João Bénard da Costa (1935 - 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Shwj134fYoI/AAAAAAAACDw/H1YFJYewDss/s1600-h/JBCosta+%28FOTO+Miguel+Madeira%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340182666595492482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Shwj134fYoI/AAAAAAAACDw/H1YFJYewDss/s320/JBCosta+%28FOTO+Miguel+Madeira%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: Miguel Madeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está novamente disponível na Internet a emissão «&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;» com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_12_15_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;João Bénard da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, gravada na sala principal da Cinemateca Portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Para &lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_12_15_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e/ou gravar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://traffic.libsyn.com/franciscomateus/Pontos_de_Fuga_10_-_Joo_Bnard_da_Costa.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38-IQCjIpnk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38-IQCjIpnk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-7332318498323581413?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/7332318498323581413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/7332318498323581413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2009/05/joao-benard-da-costa-1935-2009.html' title='João Bénard da Costa (1935 - 2009)'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Shwj134fYoI/AAAAAAAACDw/H1YFJYewDss/s72-c/JBCosta+%28FOTO+Miguel+Madeira%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-885612197040612245</id><published>2007-12-29T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:52:14.757Z</updated><title type='text'>INDEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_10_13_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;José Hermano Saraiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_10_20_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isabel Silvestre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_10_27_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mário de Carvalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_11_03_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inês Pedrosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_11_10_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mário Máximo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_11_17_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_11_24_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lauro António &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eduardo Alves Duarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_12_08_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maria Azenha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007_12_15_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;João Bénard da Costa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-885612197040612245?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/885612197040612245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/885612197040612245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/12/index.html' title='INDEX'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-2481418810953075524</id><published>2007-12-15T23:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-09-30T05:18:37.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>João Bénard da Costa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2JrIIWzUOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/HzOEsQxuTHc/s1600-h/Jo%C3%83%C2%A3o+B%C3%83%C2%A9nard+da+Costa+%28foto+Rui+Coutinho%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791511836774626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2JrIIWzUOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/HzOEsQxuTHc/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+%28foto+Rui+Coutinho%29.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A VIDA É O ÉCRÃ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amante e estudioso da Sétima Arte, Director e Presidente da Cinemateca Portuguesa – Museu do Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão da sala, em que uma imagem vale mais que mil e uma palavras, é um dos locais preferidos de João Bénard da Costa.&lt;br /&gt;Com um longo saber sobre imensos filmes, o Director da Cinemateca convida-nos a sentar bem no centro da sala Dr. Félix Ribeiro, a maior e a principal sala do Museu do Cinema em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Este pedaço de Rádio será como no Cinema, e João Bénard da Costa apresenta: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dimensão onírica do cinema tem imenso que ver – desde o princípio – com o espaço, a sala do cinema, a sala escura. Ou seja, em certo sentido reproduz-se o mecanismo do adormecimento. Há uma sala que obscurece completamente, se faz a escuridão total na sala, acende-se o ecrã e é exactamente ali que tudo vai acontecer. E é ali que nós, em certo sentido, adormecemos, apagamos a luz e recomeçamos a sonhar. Mas um sonho que tem como todos os sonhos um efeito de real poderosíssimo, porque aquilo existe para nós.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jq_YWzUNI/AAAAAAAAA-s/vovbVqjIVj8/s1600-h/Jo%C3%83%C2%A3o+B%C3%83%C2%A9nard+da+Costa+Cinemateca+Portuguesa+Sala+Dr.+F%C3%83%C2%A9lix+Ribeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791361512919250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jq_YWzUNI/AAAAAAAAA-s/vovbVqjIVj8/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+Cinemateca+Portuguesa+Sala+Dr.+F%C3%A9lix+Ribeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Bénard da Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://traffic.libsyn.com/franciscomateus/Pontos_de_Fuga_10_-_Joo_Bnard_da_Costa.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georg Friedrich Handel&lt;br /&gt;Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;Johann Sebastian Bach&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Lee “Johnny Guitar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo total:&lt;/strong&gt; 43:04 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jq44WzUMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vbZTB5AJ3Iw/s1600-h/Jo%C3%83%C2%A3o+B%C3%83%C2%A9nard+da+Costa+cinemateca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791249843769538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jq44WzUMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vbZTB5AJ3Iw/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+cinemateca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa assistiu nos últimos cinquenta anos à destruição maciça de todo o seu património cinematográfico. O Tivoli é um dos casos que a mim mais me choca, que ainda por cima foi apresentado como se não se tratasse da uma destruição de uma sala de cinema. Ela está lá ainda, mas está lá para dentro, servindo hoje para espectáculos de teatro ou para passagens de modelos. Para tudo menos para um cinema. Está para lá metida algures, já não tem nada que ver com o espaço cinematográfico e o espaço de espectáculo que era. Nem sequer máquinas de projecção já lá há, nem ecrã. Portanto, tudo se transformou. Foi uma sala destruída. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2JqsIWzULI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TAROhbpy-Wg/s1600-h/Jo%C3%83%C2%A3o+B%C3%83%C2%A9nard+da+Costa+Johnny+Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791030800437426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2JqsIWzULI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TAROhbpy-Wg/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+Johnny+Guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you're cold, but you're so warm inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always a fool for my Johnny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the one they call Johnny Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Play it again Johnny Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether you go, whether you stay, I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you're cruel, you can be kind I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was never a man like my Johnny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the one they call Johnny Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jqd4WzUKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/00uj7kYgkvY/s1600-h/Jo%C3%83%C2%A3o+B%C3%83%C2%A9nard+da+Costa+Cinemateca+Portuguesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143790785987301538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2Jqd4WzUKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/00uj7kYgkvY/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+Cinemateca+Portuguesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próximo dia 29: &lt;strong&gt;INDEX&lt;/strong&gt; de todas as emissões.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-2481418810953075524?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2481418810953075524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2481418810953075524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/12/joo-bnard-da-costa.html' title='João Bénard da Costa'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R2JrIIWzUOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/HzOEsQxuTHc/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o+B%C3%A9nard+da+Costa+%28foto+Rui+Coutinho%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-3556420599833999921</id><published>2007-12-13T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:06:20.104Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=286020"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMO 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Cinema não tem pessoas. Não há ali nada atrás da cortina que se vai passar. E onde é que tudo se vai passar? O que é a vida? É o ecrã!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de João Bénard da Costa. Este sábado, a vida no Cinema e os filmes de uma vida na sala escura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-3556420599833999921?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3556420599833999921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3556420599833999921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/12/ouvir-promo-10-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-4786762914085746164</id><published>2007-12-08T12:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:00:33.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Maria Azenha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1oqjTAqGqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tSLPMuF4-3A/s1600-h/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141468710483663522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1oqjTAqGqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tSLPMuF4-3A/s320/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No reflexo das águas calmas do Mondego&lt;br /&gt;Brilham-te os olhos ao rever Coimbra&lt;br /&gt;Escolheu-te a Rainha que foi Santa&lt;br /&gt;E de ti quis abarcar solícita&lt;br /&gt;A cidade em amplo envolver de braços e olhar&lt;br /&gt;Os choupos reverentes, inclinam-se em vénia à tua fidalguia&lt;br /&gt;Convento velho, onde te escondes que não respondes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1oqVzAqGpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/eZGaaNPsJ5Y/s1600-h/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141468478555429522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1oqVzAqGpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/eZGaaNPsJ5Y/s320/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Azenha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_09_-_Maria_Azenha.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Ribeiro Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Eduíno de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Afonso; Michael Stearns; David Hykes; Dead Can Dance; Philip Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 36:56 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1opZzAqGoI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/t7rxeuOElhI/s1600-h/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+Rainha+Santa+Isabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141467447763278466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1opZzAqGoI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/t7rxeuOElhI/s320/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+Rainha+Santa+Isabel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oração em Santa Clara-a-Nova&lt;br /&gt;Isabel, trago-te estas rosas. São o milagre do pão que me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;Rosas brancas na haste, ainda em botão&lt;br /&gt;Isabel, a tua morte lhes baste&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam sempre brancas, sempre rosas na rosa da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora, os homens não querem mais saber das rosas que inventaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1opMTAqGnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/R7ivE3QtXKY/s1600-h/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+Universidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141467215835044466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1opMTAqGnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/R7ivE3QtXKY/s400/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+Universidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Próximo convidado: &lt;strong&gt;João Bénard da Costa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-4786762914085746164?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4786762914085746164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4786762914085746164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/12/maria-azenha.html' title='Maria Azenha'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1oqjTAqGqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tSLPMuF4-3A/s72-c/Maria+Azenha+Coimbra+foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-306426151716481756</id><published>2007-12-06T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:08:16.769Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=285037"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Mondego perdeu as águas frias num movimento convulso dos Invernos. Ao lado da cidade recupera olhares entre os choupos trémulos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Maria Azenha. Este sábado, a torre é um farol e o miradouro um barco que nos leva para a Foz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-306426151716481756?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/306426151716481756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/306426151716481756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/12/ouvir-promo-09-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-5939525710510757720</id><published>2007-12-01T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:31:22.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Eduardo Alves Duarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FakDAqGfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/aUiooktQEUI/s1600-R/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Forte+SaÃ£o+Bruno+noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988225136302578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FakDAqGfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gXlkfcoMC5E/s320/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Forte+Sa%C3%A3o+Bruno+noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certos lugares e certos crepúsculos querem dizer-nos algo. Ou algo disseram já que não deveríamos ter perdido. Ou estão ainda para nos dizer algo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que existe perto de nós tende a ser desvalorizado, não só porque se encontra inevitavelmente acessível, mas também porque se tornou habitual aos nossos olhos. Corriqueiro até. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Professor Eduardo Alves Duarte adverte justamente para essa falta de atenção que temos para o que nos é mais próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FaYzAqGeI/AAAAAAAAA7I/J0A3U0jcm2U/s1600-R/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Igreja+de+laveiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988031862774242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FaYzAqGeI/AAAAAAAAA7I/pK7C0WZTdCs/s320/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Igreja+de+laveiras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Alves Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_08_-_Eduardo_Alves_Duarte.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt; Mark Knopfler &amp;amp; Guy Fletcher; Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;/strong&gt; João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt; Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 39:40 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FY5zAqGaI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0UM3gndR7Z4/s1600-R/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Forte+SÃ£o+Bruno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138986399775201698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FY5zAqGaI/AAAAAAAAA6o/6tTAThW_HnI/s320/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Forte+S%C3%A3o+Bruno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próxima convidada: &lt;strong&gt;Maria Azenha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-5939525710510757720?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/5939525710510757720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/5939525710510757720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/eduardo-alves-duarte.html' title='Eduardo Alves Duarte'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R1FakDAqGfI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gXlkfcoMC5E/s72-c/Eduardo+Alves+Duarte+-+Forte+Sa%C3%A3o+Bruno+noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-9185076557188814561</id><published>2007-11-29T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:10:28.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=281731"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda vivemos segundo duas coordenadas fundamentais que é o Tempo e o Espaço, sendo que muitas vezes o Tempo até é mais abstracto que o Espaço… enfim, o espaço é aquele mais físico, mais visual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Eduardo Alves Duarte. Este sábado, da Ordem contemplativa ao Forte de São Bruno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-9185076557188814561?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/9185076557188814561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/9185076557188814561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouvir-promo-08-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-1078191238406962901</id><published>2007-11-24T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:25:46.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Lauro António</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0gXzrzsA7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/dQJ_0OmnhP4/s1600-h/Lauro+AntÃ³nio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381551716336562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0gXzrzsA7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/dQJ_0OmnhP4/s320/Lauro+Ant%C3%B3nio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomei o comboio na estação de Castanheira depois que o Calhau me deixou de abraçar. Foi ele que me trouxe no carro de bois de Dona Estefânia em cuja casa, como se sabe, me talharam o destino. Minha mãe veio ainda à igreja pela madrugada ver-me partir. Mas sentindo-me tão distante como se eu fosse preso, como se eu já pertencesse a um mundo que não era o seu. Mal me falou. Por seu lado Dona Estefânia defendendo a gravidade até ao último instante, olhando a minha mãe do alto das conveniências disse-me brevemente que fosse na paz de Deus e desapareceu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aLsrzsA5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VGc5nIVstTc/s1600-h/Lauro+AntÃ³nio+VA-VA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135946024852652946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aLsrzsA5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/VGc5nIVstTc/s320/Lauro+Ant%C3%B3nio+VA-VA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauro António&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_07_-_Lauro_Antnio.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vergílio Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Victor Silvester Orchestra; Meter Hughes Orchestra; Oscar Peterson Trio; Roy Gerson; Carlos Paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colaboração especial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Virgínia Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sons do filme «&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081113/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Manhã Submersa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;» de Lauro António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 32:53 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aLhLzsA4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/wbA0ZEzpl0k/s1600-h/Lauro+AntÃ³nio+va-va1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135945827284157314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aLhLzsA4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/wbA0ZEzpl0k/s320/Lauro+Ant%C3%B3nio+va-va1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aKJ7zsA2I/AAAAAAAAA58/bN1sg_CKe8w/s1600-h/Lauro+AntÃ³nio+vava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135944328340570978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0aKJ7zsA2I/AAAAAAAAA58/bN1sg_CKe8w/s320/Lauro+Ant%C3%B3nio+vava.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próximo convidado: &lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Alves Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-1078191238406962901?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/1078191238406962901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/1078191238406962901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/lauro-antnio.html' title='Lauro António'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/R0gXzrzsA7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/dQJ_0OmnhP4/s72-c/Lauro+Ant%C3%B3nio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-3429778548209130626</id><published>2007-11-22T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:15:40.717Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=279970"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste itinerário que é uma vida vamos sendo marcados por praticamente todos os sítios onde passamos, de uma forma ou doutra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Lauro António. Este sábado, a vida de todos os dias numa mesa de café. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-3429778548209130626?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3429778548209130626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3429778548209130626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouvir-promo-07-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-3761937343844449478</id><published>2007-11-17T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:19:53.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Maria do Rosário Pedreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6gYbzsAnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/i3dS0aYMYsk/s1600-h/Maria+do+RosÃ¡rio+Pedreira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133716966890799730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6gYbzsAnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/i3dS0aYMYsk/s320/Maria+do+Ros%C3%A1rio+Pedreira.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma casa pintada de azul claro. A primeira do lado esquerdo de quem vem da estação. Quando passamos na estrada marginal, se o tempo está quente, e por isso as imagens se dissipam em fios de calor, quase não a vemos. É azul e às vezes, confunde-se com o céu muito azul dos dias quentes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensa numa casa azul Swift, pediu a rapariga. Melhor, numa vivenda. É o lugar onde se passa a história que vou contar-te a seguir. Tenho uma fotografia dela. Uma fotografia antiga que eu adoro, mas infelizmente não a trago comigo. Deixei-a muito longe. É uma fotografia que tirei aos nove anos Swif, que é a idade que tenho dentro dessa casa. Tirei-a com a minha Kodak 127 de rolos de oito fotografias e deixei ficar o indicador distraído enquanto focava. A fotografia tem, por isso, uma mancha densa e acinzentada a um canto. Não podia andar com ela. Diriam que a casa é cinzenta e não azul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6fmrzsAmI/AAAAAAAAA38/BMsc4PLuLs8/s1600-h/Maria+do+RosÃ¡rio+Pedreira+Casa+Azul.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133716112192307810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6fmrzsAmI/AAAAAAAAA38/BMsc4PLuLs8/s320/Maria+do+Ros%C3%A1rio+Pedreira+Casa+Azul.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_06_-_Maria_do_Rosrio_Pedreira.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Eno; Franz Liszt; Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Adriana Calcanhotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colaboração especial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Virgínia Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 36:59 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6fe7zsAlI/AAAAAAAAA30/Dm4t2COOinM/s1600-h/Maria+do+RosÃ¡rio+Pedreira+SÃ£o+Pedro+Estoril.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133715979048321618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6fe7zsAlI/AAAAAAAAA30/Dm4t2COOinM/s320/Maria+do+Ros%C3%A1rio+Pedreira+S%C3%A3o+Pedro+Estoril.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Próximo convidado: &lt;strong&gt;Lauro António&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-3761937343844449478?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3761937343844449478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/3761937343844449478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/maria-do-rosrio-pedreira.html' title='Maria do Rosário Pedreira'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rz6gYbzsAnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/i3dS0aYMYsk/s72-c/Maria+do+Ros%C3%A1rio+Pedreira.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-8169341479444645966</id><published>2007-11-15T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:28:08.169Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=278692"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes de um lugar há o seu nome e ainda a viagem até ele, que é um outro lugar mais descontínuo, inominável. Lembro-me do quadriculado verde das colinas, do sol entretido pelos telhados ao longe, dos rebanhos empurrados nos carreiros, de um cão pequeno que se atreveu à estrada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Maria do Rosário Pedreira. Este Sábado, a casa de férias e o fim da infância.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-8169341479444645966?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/8169341479444645966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/8169341479444645966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouvir-promo-06-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-6442723733709875341</id><published>2007-11-10T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:00:31.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Mário Máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU50CNB7EI/AAAAAAAAA3U/KLS7lZZESTI/s1600-h/MÃ¡rio+MÃ¡ximo+retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131070916566051906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU50CNB7EI/AAAAAAAAA3U/KLS7lZZESTI/s320/M%C3%A1rio+M%C3%A1ximo+retrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O alto de uma pequena serra&lt;br /&gt;Um túmulo militar&lt;br /&gt;Uma fonte de água natural&lt;br /&gt;E uma aldeia&lt;br /&gt;Um convento silencioso no centro de uma cidade grande&lt;br /&gt;E as vistas que uma grande cidade oferece à beira de um rio &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU5hSNB7DI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ju4xFEIh_UA/s1600-h/MÃ¡rio+MÃ¡ximo+Coronel+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131070594443504690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU5hSNB7DI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ju4xFEIh_UA/s320/M%C3%A1rio+M%C3%A1ximo+Coronel+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Máximo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_05_-_Mrio_Mximo.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mário Máximo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 41:10 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU5SCNB7CI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JipK2lFHGI0/s1600-h/MÃ¡rio+MÃ¡ximo+Vale+do+Roto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131070332450499618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU5SCNB7CI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JipK2lFHGI0/s320/M%C3%A1rio+M%C3%A1ximo+Vale+do+Roto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sonho pode ser um lugar&lt;br /&gt;O sonho está, antes de mais, na Terra&lt;br /&gt;E nele se baseia a sua insuperável verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU4fSNB7BI/AAAAAAAAA28/mqE3fUtl3PU/s1600-h/MÃ¡rio+MÃ¡ximo+Odivelas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131069460572138514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU4fSNB7BI/AAAAAAAAA28/mqE3fUtl3PU/s320/M%C3%A1rio+M%C3%A1ximo+Odivelas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Próxima convidada: &lt;strong&gt;Maria do Rosário Pedreira&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-6442723733709875341?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/6442723733709875341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/6442723733709875341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/mrio-mximo.html' title='Mário Máximo'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RzU50CNB7EI/AAAAAAAAA3U/KLS7lZZESTI/s72-c/M%C3%A1rio+M%C3%A1ximo+retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-2982872730017265985</id><published>2007-11-08T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:47:52.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=275987"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lugar tem uma importância decisiva na vida das pessoas. Evidentemente que nós temos sempre que pensar que há o lugar e há a viagem, a passagem para outro lugar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Mário Máximo. Este Sábado, a Serra da Columbeira e uma viagem no mapa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-2982872730017265985?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2982872730017265985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2982872730017265985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouvir-promo-04-que-lugares-guardamos-na_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-175471736292812456</id><published>2007-11-03T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:35:35.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Inês Pedrosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0aDATOFII/AAAAAAAAA2E/ibKLeURn8fM/s1600-h/Ines+Pedrosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128784189567407234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0aDATOFII/AAAAAAAAA2E/ibKLeURn8fM/s320/Ines+Pedrosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maremoto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a primeira chuva ainda no Verão lava e suja a memória – o caudal de tudo o que chamamos experiência – sucede-me pensar que já não sei escrever poemas como dantes, quando as horas se dilatavam e perdiam no mar que me oferecia o seu rugido enquanto as ondas vinham rebentar mesmo em cheio no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a noite, cada pergunta iria transformar-se em milhares de respostas, prateados ecos da lua sobre a água. Revivo agora as ruas mais estreitas, as ribas escarpadas sob um novo céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0Z8wTOFHI/AAAAAAAAA18/1Tnks8nLeXA/s1600-h/InÃªs+Pedrosa+Ericeira03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128784082193224818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0Z8wTOFHI/AAAAAAAAA18/1Tnks8nLeXA/s320/In%C3%AAs+Pedrosa+Ericeira03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_04_-_Ins_Pedrosa.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pinto do Amaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Eno/Roger Eno/Daniel Lanois; Art Of Noise; Harold Budd; Pascal Comelade; Simple Minds “Don´t You Forget About Me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colaboração especial:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgínia Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 38:56 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0ZxATOFGI/AAAAAAAAA10/KvRfe6C18JI/s1600-h/InÃªs+Pedrosa+Ericeira02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128783880329761890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0ZxATOFGI/AAAAAAAAA10/KvRfe6C18JI/s320/In%C3%AAs+Pedrosa+Ericeira02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próximo convidado: &lt;strong&gt;Mário Máximo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-175471736292812456?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/175471736292812456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/175471736292812456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ins-pedrosa.html' title='Inês Pedrosa'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Ry0aDATOFII/AAAAAAAAA2E/ibKLeURn8fM/s72-c/Ines+Pedrosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-8282918625097734662</id><published>2007-11-01T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:39:54.464Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=272547"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro estar sozinha aqui a trabalha e, aliás, não me importaria de viver aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Inês Pedrosa. Este Sábado, a praia de todo o verão e um mar que não acaba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-8282918625097734662?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/8282918625097734662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/8282918625097734662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouvir-promo-04-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-6899333701150533981</id><published>2007-10-27T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:36:39.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário de Carvalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyMYGwTOE_I/AAAAAAAAA08/hGcrHIFdYWA/s1600-h/mario+de+carvalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125967305201554418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyMYGwTOE_I/AAAAAAAAA08/hGcrHIFdYWA/s320/mario+de+carvalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fábrica das Guloseimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Voltemos ao voluptuoso aroma de chocolate que descia por sobre o bairro e impregnava os ares, as casas, as roupas, e nos punha logo bem dispostos, na nossa meninice voraz de guloseimas caras. Provinha ele da Fábrica “Favorita” que levantava, na outra esquina, a sua arquitectura graciosa e robusta, mesmo ao lado de um jardim esconso e sombrio em que ficava a casa do arquitecto Raul Lino. Nos anos oitenta do século vinte, por contingências do mercado ou por gestão trapalhona, a velha “Favorita” fechou e ficou para ali, abandonada. Aquela atmosfera adocicada e benigna diluiu-se tristemente nas alturas e o bairro foi invadido pelos odores banais de Lisboa. Se não fosse a variação dos ventos, pesaria ali a fumarada dos escapes e outros eflúvios maléficos…&lt;br /&gt;Na Lisboa tristonha e pobre desses tempos eram estes pequenos milagres que alegravam a nossa infância e deixaram um sorriso na memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyMX9QTOE-I/AAAAAAAAA00/QgHqeRZAnvY/s1600-h/mario+de+carvalho+graÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125967141992797154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyMX9QTOE-I/AAAAAAAAA00/QgHqeRZAnvY/s320/mario+de+carvalho+gra%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário de Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_03_-_Mrio_de_Carvalho.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mário de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos do Carmo “Um Homem na Cidade” (letra: José Carlos Ary dos Santos); Johann Sebastian Bach; Max Waxman; Ennio Morricone; Vozes do Sul “Meu Alentejo Querido”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;João Félix Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mateus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo total: 44:30 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyGoDATOE9I/AAAAAAAAA0s/XU-XFrn_Dmw/s1600-h/Alentejo05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125562620498023378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyGoDATOE9I/AAAAAAAAA0s/XU-XFrn_Dmw/s320/Alentejo05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próxima personalidade convidada: &lt;strong&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-6899333701150533981?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/6899333701150533981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/6899333701150533981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/mrio-de-carvalho.html' title='Mário de Carvalho'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RyMYGwTOE_I/AAAAAAAAA08/hGcrHIFdYWA/s72-c/mario+de+carvalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-2355697224536975410</id><published>2007-10-25T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:44:23.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=270653"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes os meus sonhos, de noite, decorrem nesta casa em que eu morei até aos meus 15, 16 anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Pontos de Fuga de Mário de Carvalho. Este Sábado, os sonhos de um escritor que tem saudades do Alentejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-2355697224536975410?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2355697224536975410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2355697224536975410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/ouvir-promo-03-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-4743594270272448493</id><published>2007-10-20T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:00:10.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel Silvestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcQYQMiVTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jLHlFmFXvzQ/s1600-h/isabelsilvestre_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122581110007682354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcQYQMiVTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jLHlFmFXvzQ/s320/isabelsilvestre_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encantatórios são estes cânticos entoados pela alma da serra, alma mater saudosa do pólo celeste em que se consuma o todo, vozes que liturgicamente conjuram o reatar das núpcias do Céu e da Terra. Nelas perpassam acentos melódicos do canto gregoriano.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122580856604611874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcQJgMiVSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/EMbptzJ-Wcg/s320/IsabelSilvestreEu1.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcP_wMiVRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/h7n8_ZL6nAY/s1600-h/Isabel+Silvestre+Manhouce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122580689100887314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcP_wMiVRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/h7n8_ZL6nAY/s320/Isabel+Silvestre+Manhouce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossa vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 02: &lt;strong&gt;Isabel Silvestre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_02_-_Isabel_Silvestre.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto:&lt;/strong&gt; Natália Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt; Isabel Silvestre; GNR; Grupo de Cantares de Manhouce &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colaboração especial:&lt;/strong&gt; Virgínia Marques &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pós-produção:&lt;/strong&gt; João Félix Pereira &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt; Francisco Mateus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tempo total: 40:28 min &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcP0AMiVQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/m4e6R7KTgIc/s1600-h/isabel+silvestre+manhouce+senhor+da+Pedra.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122580487237424386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcP0AMiVQI/AAAAAAAAAy8/m4e6R7KTgIc/s320/isabel+silvestre+manhouce+senhor+da+Pedra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escutai antes, na fonte donde eles jorram, primitivas melodias hebraicas, entranhadas nos ritos populares beirões, por uma antiquíssima cultura semita, vinda do médio oriente que remanesce no húmus popular das Beiras e na persistência desse comprovado património em que se inscrevem arquétipos matriarcais provindos duma trilogia do feminino provectamente anterior à religião patriarcal dos hebreus que da magia do coral de Manhouce se eleva como uma branca auréola musical a voz puríssima de Isabel Silvestre, em que se ouve o marulhar das águas maternas de origem. Bem hajam os cânticos que adormecem os corações insones, destes temas escurecidos pela peste do ter que incendeia a História.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natália Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcPkAMiVPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/YhvJPmalD9w/s1600-h/Isabel+Silvestre+Ponte+Manhouce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122580212359517426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcPkAMiVPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/YhvJPmalD9w/s320/Isabel+Silvestre+Ponte+Manhouce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcPdAMiVOI/AAAAAAAAAys/M2FpQsL6YwY/s1600-h/Isabel+Silvestre+cabaceira+manhouce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122580092100433122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcPdAMiVOI/AAAAAAAAAys/M2FpQsL6YwY/s320/Isabel+Silvestre+cabaceira+manhouce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próximo convidado: &lt;strong&gt;Mário de Carvalho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-4743594270272448493?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4743594270272448493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4743594270272448493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/isabel-silvestre.html' title='Isabel Silvestre'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxcQYQMiVTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jLHlFmFXvzQ/s72-c/isabelsilvestre_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-5666143405304115500</id><published>2007-10-18T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:41:34.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouvir: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=267426"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas? Dez personalidades guiam-nos por lugares que guardaram para sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manhouce povo antigo fica entre Porto e Viseu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem duas pontes romanas que lhe servem de museu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este sábado, Isabel Silvestre – a voz que canta a terra – numa das aldeias mais portuguesas de Portugal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-5666143405304115500?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/5666143405304115500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/5666143405304115500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/ouvir-promo-02-que-lugares-guardamos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-4526994898375906578</id><published>2007-10-13T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:57:04.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Hermano Saraiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxAERb9EWpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/eEbFWed2fEw/s1600-h/JosÃ©+Hermano+Saraiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120597473928436370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxAERb9EWpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/eEbFWed2fEw/s320/Jos%C3%A9+Hermano+Saraiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PONTOS DE FUGA&lt;/strong&gt; é uma série de dez emissões que realizei e que foi transmitida pela TSF no verão de 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada uma das emissões, uma personalidade leva-nos a um ou mais locais que consideram como sendo muito importantes nas suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxAEAb9EWoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0XO9QKQYDiU/s1600-h/Convento+do+Beato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120597181870660226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxAEAb9EWoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0XO9QKQYDiU/s320/Convento+do+Beato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira emissão tem como convidado o Professor &lt;strong&gt;José Hermano Saraiva&lt;/strong&gt;. Este ilustre historiador leva-nos ao interior escurecido do &lt;strong&gt;Convento do Beato&lt;/strong&gt; em Lisboa, onde repousa a família que Camões amou. Uma história de amor, perdida nas brumas da memória. Depois, recordando uma viagem à Serra da Estrela, José Hermano Saraiva conta-nos um tocante episódio ali ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxADyL9EWnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t26as_RXcX0/s1600-h/Convento+Beato+CamÃµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120596937057524338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxADyL9EWnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/t26as_RXcX0/s320/Convento+Beato+Cam%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pontos de Fuga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 01: &lt;strong&gt;José Hermano Saraiva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.libsyn.com/media/comonocinema/Pontos_de_Fuga_01_-_Jos_Hermano_Saraiva.MP3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textos:&lt;/strong&gt; Luís Vaz de Camões &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música:&lt;/strong&gt; Maurice Jarre; Dead Can Dance &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colaboração especial:&lt;/strong&gt; Virgínia Marques &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montagem:&lt;/strong&gt; Mésicles Helin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Produção e Realização:&lt;/strong&gt; Francisco Mateus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tempo total: 32:53 min &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradecimentos especiais:&lt;/strong&gt; José António Crespo; Drª Ana Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxADl79EWmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/k8ySy7Udcl8/s1600-h/Convento+Beato+portal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120596726604126818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxADl79EWmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/k8ySy7Udcl8/s320/Convento+Beato+portal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Próxima personalidade convidada: &lt;strong&gt;Isabel Silvestre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-4526994898375906578?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4526994898375906578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/4526994898375906578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/jos-hermano-saraiva.html' title='José Hermano Saraiva'/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/RxAERb9EWpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/eEbFWed2fEw/s72-c/Jos%C3%A9+Hermano+Saraiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24356571.post-2969999811044430363</id><published>2007-10-10T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:35:28.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ouvir: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=265327"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMO 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que lugares guardamos na memória? Que importância têm nas nossas vidas? Dez personalidades guiam-nos por lugares que guardaram para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu trouxe-vos a um dos lugares mais tétricos… isto servia de cenário para um filme de terror, onde houvesse fuzilamentos. Isto é uma coisa horrorosa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No interior de um convento, José Hermano Saraiva leva-nos à última morada da família que Camões amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rwgup79EWgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/K4n-iafrkIg/s1600-h/Pontos+de+Fuga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118392274509912578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rwgup79EWgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/K4n-iafrkIg/s320/Pontos+de+Fuga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PONTOS DE FUGA&lt;/strong&gt; é uma série de dez emissões que realizei e que foi transmitida pela TSF no verão de 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada uma das emissões, uma personalidade leva-nos a um ou mais locais que consideram como sendo muito importantes nas suas vidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pela primeira vez disponível na &lt;a href="http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Internet&lt;/a&gt; e em formato &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://comonocinema.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=265327"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Aos sábados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24356571-2969999811044430363?l=pontosfuga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2969999811044430363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24356571/posts/default/2969999811044430363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pontosfuga.blogspot.com/2007/10/que-lugares-guardamos-na-memria-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Rádio Crítico</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttL2tBhlX-U/Rwgup79EWgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/K4n-iafrkIg/s72-c/Pontos+de+Fuga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
