<?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-9993117</id><updated>2011-06-08T06:06:50.913+01:00</updated><category term='ecrã demoníaco'/><category term='Viagens'/><category term='Amizades'/><category term='sons e silêncios'/><category term='olhares'/><title type='text'>oRitmoDoSilêncio</title><subtitle type='html'>A FORMA QUE O SILÊNCIO ENCONTROU PARA NÃO FICAR SOZINHO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-2780066091190747185</id><published>2008-12-05T22:01:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:45:18.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>3 Fragmentos sobre o mesmo tema. M. de Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...num dia em que a porta se voltou a abrir e os ponteiros pararam.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBtJyaOUmcM&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;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBtJyaOUmcM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A Palavra", Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1955&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvoRdjY-Rxc&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;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvoRdjY-Rxc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O Túnel", episódio de "Dreams", triptico de Akira Kurosawa, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duFYMX-9Pgk&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;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duFYMX-9Pgk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O Sétimo Selo", Ingmar Bergman, 1957&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-2780066091190747185?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/2780066091190747185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=2780066091190747185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/2780066091190747185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/2780066091190747185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2780066091190747185' title='3 Fragmentos sobre o mesmo tema. M. de Maria'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-6804329426135710888</id><published>2008-12-03T20:11:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:36:52.377Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizades'/><title type='text'>QUANTO VALE A VERDADE PERANTE OS AFECTOS PRIMORDIAIS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Mr. C, amigo nobre e genuino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/LraokzOLcKg&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/LraokzOLcKg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The man who shot Liberty Valance", John Ford, 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-6804329426135710888?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/6804329426135710888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=6804329426135710888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/6804329426135710888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/6804329426135710888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6804329426135710888' title='QUANTO VALE A VERDADE PERANTE OS AFECTOS PRIMORDIAIS?'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-976999386813508965</id><published>2008-12-03T19:24:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:43:29.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><title type='text'>3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. III</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O DIA SEGUINTE...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BhNWFzRTMc&amp;amp;hl=en&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/_BhNWFzRTMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Peggy Lee "It's a good day" (1950)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-976999386813508965?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/976999386813508965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=976999386813508965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/976999386813508965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/976999386813508965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#976999386813508965' title='3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. III'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-8235247735966553638</id><published>2008-12-03T19:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:42:58.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><title type='text'>3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CELEBRAÇÃO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T9SEY8eLyk&amp;amp;hl=en&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/_T9SEY8eLyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Diana Ross and the Supremes "I hear a symphony" (1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-8235247735966553638?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/8235247735966553638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=8235247735966553638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/8235247735966553638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/8235247735966553638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8235247735966553638' title='3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. II'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-1970847780351268722</id><published>2008-12-03T17:21:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:40:47.479Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><title type='text'>3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O REENCONTRO COM O ESPAÇO VITAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JPragZeLGU&amp;amp;hl=en&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/1JPragZeLGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Johnny Guitar (1954)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-1970847780351268722?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/1970847780351268722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=1970847780351268722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/1970847780351268722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/1970847780351268722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1970847780351268722' title='3 Baladas para um sorriso. Joana. I'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-6173301735951794656</id><published>2008-05-14T19:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:35:02.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NATIONAL...NA AULA MAGNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojcX62ie2DA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojcX62ie2DA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saberá sempre a pouco o comentário à presença inesquecível dos The National na Aula Magna, ainda assim perante a ininterrupta avalanche de imagens que testemunham as mais variadas e até delirantes actividades (para o bem e para o mal) e emoções de prováveis e improváveis dinamizadores da música popular, é irresistível irromper pelo ritmo do silêncio com a furiosa performance de Matt Berninger quando cantando «Mr November» inscreveu todas as emoções de um conjunto notável de canções neste momento único, o mais simbólico da noite naquele que é um dos concertos de sempre da Aula Magna e um dos candidados a momento do ano. Quem não viu tem aqui o acesso possível e pode obviamente lamentar a ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-6173301735951794656?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/6173301735951794656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=6173301735951794656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/6173301735951794656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/6173301735951794656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6173301735951794656' title='THE NATIONAL...NA AULA MAGNA'/><author><name>alex.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06628065856541803304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-6229037756943306338</id><published>2007-12-18T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:28:45.221Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>A CURTA TRAVESSIA DO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs6yQ7mFZxg/R2gXDzgcSAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iLt2Y-PPXaQ/s1600-h/nicole+willis+remixed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145387928404117506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs6yQ7mFZxg/R2gXDzgcSAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iLt2Y-PPXaQ/s320/nicole+willis+remixed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para além do sempre irrecusável oportunismo de averiguar no mercado a capacidade deste esgotar a galinha dos ovos de ouro que outro factor que não a ousadia de investigar a raíz do fruto apetecido presidiria a uma acção estética pluridesciplinar em torno de um monumento instantaneamente consagrado e remetido sem mácula para o dominio dos paradigmas da fusão soul-funk e fonte de inspiração para os espiritos criativos vindouros?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque, mais do que um episódico «lifting» de contornos económicos num projecto que promete a felicidade ao virar a montanha o «leit-motiv» inscrito na origem permita aceder ao fundamental da questão e mais uma vez entrever nesse tão vital como imperativo traço humano a legitimidade atribuida a quem vê mais longe mesmo que o espirito mais optimista vislumbre sempre a metade cheia do copo. E que afinal a tarefa atribuida a um conjunto de iminentes signatários da outrora mais bem cotada actividade da remistura seja, nem a dentada repetida no mesmo fruto, ou a desplindagem estética em proveito próprio mas antes a afirmação da luz que conduz à perenidade da árvore e da laboriosa empresa que a transporta no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Se o figurino proposto convocaria à inibição perante o objecto perfeito e engeitaria de imediato o «toque de midas», a sabedoria no reagrupamento das particulas sonoras nucleares – naturalmente o espaço vocal – bem como a condução meticulosa da vibração motriz original suportada então pela acção instrumental em regime de grupo - sem nunca dela perder o vinculo - para a realidade pós-tecno, alargada à dimensão pessoal dos intervenientes, tornou a dispôr a matéria de recorte clássico e calor melódico num espaço onde parecia não caber uma agulha e assim alargar o horizonte agora disperso pelas incidências contemporâneas da mesa de mistura: Do reggae-versão «smooth»(&lt;strong&gt;Dynamics&lt;/strong&gt;), ao «techno» assediado ora pela pista de dança(&lt;strong&gt;Afronaut&lt;/strong&gt;) ora pela sua leitura mais ambiental (&lt;strong&gt;Blackbeard),&lt;/strong&gt; da luxuriante disposição da voz em cenário «low-fi-swing»(&lt;strong&gt;Mr Scruff&lt;/strong&gt;), à aplicação de um modelo ««Afro-Rock»(&lt;strong&gt;Lack of Afro&lt;/strong&gt;), o irresistível contágio com o Brasil(&lt;strong&gt;Elisabeth Shepperd Trio&lt;/strong&gt;) e o fôlego ainda revelado pelo breakbeat(Simbad), tudo parece convocar a faceta ritmica-groove como principio catalizador da fórmula “quem insiste sempre alcança”, sobretudo quando prazer, fruição, intuição e vontade criativa parecem fornecer as asas para olhar do amplo observatório que &lt;strong&gt;Keep Reachin' Up&lt;/strong&gt; já convidava e suprimir da condição de relevo a escala do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Se mais não houvesse, o feliz apuramento na reordenação da matéria no espaço e a precisão na clareza do discurso essencial à luz da sua matriz urbana, restituiria a preceito a imagem perdida pela cultura da “assemblage” sonora face à voracidade do mercado em constante procura, mas a «dádiva» propiciada pela aventura singular de um objecto em trânsito inedefinido pela sua «condição existencial» de recorte «retro» - a «alma negra» de Filadélfia, New Orleans e Detroit – e a vertigem contemporânea de todas as «encenações» - com base em Helsinquia - terá encontrado na extensiva dinamização da sua convicção espiritual e veia libertadora, por uma vaga de militantes da causa «electrónica», um acto partilhado de fé, aplicação do génio e afirmação subtil e simbólica da reinvenção do tempo e espaço em música. Empolgante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(“Keep Reachin' Up Remixed”, ed. 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc3ZAs17uAg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zach Condon e os Beirut no tema "Nantes", esplendoroso momento da escrita (e encenação) pop e marco singular de 2007, aqui numa aparição de rua, voz contagiante de nudez, subtraida à roupagem de estudio, num genuino apelo aos sentidos, ao corpo, à partilha e à descoberta tal como o seu álbum "Flying Club Cup", enérgico, inteligente, sublimação operática do texto feito melodia, rigor instrumental disfarçado de fanfarra balcânica, feerismo latente, num cativante, prodigioso e fulgurante investimento de um americano de Paris aos 20 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em estúdio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecrã demoníaco'/><title type='text'>A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs6yQ7mFZxg/Rq6ReALGC4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-saMwEe0bGM/s1600-h/magic+lantern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093168173231246210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs6yQ7mFZxg/Rq6ReALGC4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-saMwEe0bGM/s320/magic+lantern.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-7094395275188046938?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/7094395275188046938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-2003270635854502672</id><published>2007-04-20T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:40:49.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>O regresso à paisagem...fundamental!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando a música (negra) reencontra os desejos fundamentais da sua origem. Ou a Essência dos elementos e da Forma no que isso traduz de inevitável apelo à sublime depuração do objecto essencial. O mergulho no «State of the Art».&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou melhor: quando o futuro devolve à origem um dos seus objectos mais secretos (Nicole) ou quando sonhar acordado parece ser o trajecto de vitalidade com o futuro sempre ao alcance da mão (Peven).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 190px" src="http://ct.yourminis.com/swfs/container.swf?buildnumber=" width="260" height="190" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="urlArray=http%253A%252F%252Fec2%252Eimages%252Damazon%252Ecom%252Fimages%252FP%252FB000J3FC6A%252E01%252E%255FSCLZZZZZZZ%255FV43277946%255FAA240%255F%252EjpgqQqhttp%253A%252F%252Fec1%252Eimages%252Damazon%252Ecom%252Fimages%252FP%252FB000E1KMVC%252E01%252E%255FSCLZZZZZZZ%255FAA240%255F%252Ejpg&amp;uri=yourminis%2Fyourminis%2Fmini%3Aslideshow&amp;amp;swfurl=/widget_slideshow.swf&amp;mininame=slideshow&amp;amp;title=Slide Show&amp;swfhost=ct.yourminis.com&amp;amp;hostname=www.yourminis.com&amp;statshostname=stats.yourminis.com&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;buildnumber=1.5.2.22&amp;xwidth=269.9&amp;amp;xheight=190"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Peven Everett "Power Soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole Willis &amp; The Soul Investigators "Keep Reachin' Up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-2003270635854502672?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/2003270635854502672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=2003270635854502672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/2003270635854502672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/2003270635854502672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2003270635854502672' title='O regresso à paisagem...fundamental!'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116261721885775103</id><published>2006-11-04T05:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:10:36.928Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>OS OLHOS DE LAURA VEIRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUuncnyE3J8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...ou o seu mundo encantado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do Universo e do silêncio das coisas o ritmo é o da sensibilidade cardiaca em trânsito pela afirmação pulsante da luminária estelar. O brilho é o dos olhos de Laura, como poderia ser de Suzanne. Porque tal como &lt;a href="http://www.suzannevega.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vega(Suzanne)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Laura increve o seu mundo delicado e subtil num mapa cuja geografia intelectual é a do conto poético - num lirismo dir-se-ia infantil, observação inocente dos gestos mais quotidianos e simbólicos - e a emocional é a da ambigua convivência entre a (des)encantada aceitação da vulnerabilidade e a luz que conquista o espaço - abrigo do indizivel afecto vital - apenas permitida por uma racha numa parede (&lt;em&gt;«a sliver crack of light is all you need to see»&lt;/em&gt;,"Black Gold Blues", Year of Meteors) ). Que tudo permaneça sobre a tangente à glória mais radiosa e prematura eis um modesto e prudente reconhecimento de um «olhar» singular, desenhado nos traços de uma tão sábia quanto estimulante contradição: que resgata ao onirismo sedutoramente sombrio a melodia mais genuinamente contaminada pelo(s) desejo(s) e a singularidade quase rejubilatória dessa celebração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«I I took you darling / to the caverns of my heart / would you light the lamp dear / would you light the lamp dear(...) "I believe in you / in your honesty and your eyes / even when I'm slashing / in the muck of my demise / a large part of me / is always and forever tied / to the lamplight / of your eyes, of your eyes»&lt;/em&gt; ("Spelunking", Year of Meteors).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perante a dimensão de um discurso insinuante e de invulgar delicadeza formal resta-nos agradecer a decisiva contribuição de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tucker_Martine"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tucker Martine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(percussionista e produtor) e dos «The Tortured Souls», e prosseguir a trajectória enunciada na carta celestial cujo sistema astral já povoado por pontos de luz em cintilante reafirmação, de Dylan, Cohen, Nick Cave ou Suzzane Vega a Nina Nastasia ou Neko Case encontra agora não uma mas 2 vibrantes centelhas com coração dividido por Seattle. Este texto encontra-se envolvido em 2 sublimes momentos de vibrante emoção e tocante sensibilidade, os videos para os temas Galaxies e Magnatized incluidos no álbum "Year of Meteors". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem ainda não se envolveu com o mundo de Laura Veirs tem, para além da notável discografia toda publicada em Portugal - de que se sublinham os 2 ábums da Nonesuch, os imprescindiveis &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Carbon-Glacier-Laura-Veirs/dp/B0001BH16O/ref=pd_bxgy_m_h__img_b/026-4987392-6830029"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Carbon Glacier"(2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Year-Meteors-Laura-Veirs/dp/B000A14OEC/sr=1-1/qid=1162613543/ref=sr_1_1/026-4987392-6830029?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Year of Meteors"(2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -, um irresistivel encontro marcado para 27 deste mês no Santiago Alquimista, numa oportunidade que dispensa mais recomendações. A não perder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo-yV19ZomE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116261721885775103?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116261721885775103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116261721885775103&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116261721885775103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116261721885775103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116261721885775103' title='OS OLHOS DE LAURA VEIRS'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116261329176259188</id><published>2006-11-04T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:10:36.929Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>SPELUNKING, por L.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/laura_veirs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/400/laura_veirs4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I I took you darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the caverns of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you light the lamp dear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you light the lamp dear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see fish without eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bats with their heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging down towards the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you still come around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come around?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your honesty and your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when I'm slashing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the muck of my demise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a large part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is always and forever tied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the lamplight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of your eyes, of your eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116261329176259188?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116261329176259188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116261329176259188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116261329176259188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116261329176259188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116261329176259188' title='SPELUNKING, por L.V.'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116257499997825335</id><published>2006-11-03T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:12:00.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecrã demoníaco'/><title type='text'>RETOMAR OS PRESSUPOSTOS DA NOVA VAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/dans_paris_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/400/dans_paris_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dans Paris, a liberdade de Christophe Honoré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/dans_paris_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116257499997825335?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116257499997825335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116257499997825335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116257499997825335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116257499997825335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116257499997825335' title='RETOMAR OS PRESSUPOSTOS DA NOVA VAGA'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116252561941410552</id><published>2006-11-03T03:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:10:36.929Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>De volta ao remetente (L.V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/laura_v_olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/400/laura_v_olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your honesty and your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when I'm slashing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the muck of my demise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a large part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is always and forever tied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the lamplight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;of your eyes, of your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116252561941410552?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116252561941410552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116252561941410552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116252561941410552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116252561941410552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116252561941410552' title='De volta ao remetente (L.V)'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116217939094052210</id><published>2006-10-30T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:10:36.930Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>A ALMA DE INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/Acoustic%20soul.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/200/Acoustic%20soul.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/Voyage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/200/Voyage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/1600/testemony.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2438/205/200/testemony.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eis o resultado feliz de um encontro decisivo de vontades: o que decorre de uma fulgurante intimidade entre alma humana e palavra e a oportuna e não negligenciável observação e reconhecimento da indústria perante um gesto estético de monta. A sensibilidade e a sua industrialização (porque não?) Pleno de vitalidade «soul» e já agora sugere-se a discografia completa, absolutamente a aceder. São 3 álbuns mágicos para fazer pele de galinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A saber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Acoustic Soul...a Change Is Gonna Come (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Voyage to India (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Testimony: Vol. 1, Life &amp;amp; Relationship (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0GsSyqmlnc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116217939094052210?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116217939094052210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116217939094052210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116217939094052210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116217939094052210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116217939094052210' title='A ALMA DE INDIA'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9993117.post-116216765286406737</id><published>2006-10-30T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:10:36.931Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons e silêncios'/><title type='text'>Para lá da Fronteira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000FDEU4Y.01._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62622762_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000FDEU4Y.01._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62622762_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta é a 1º de uma série, que esperemos longa de observações ao espaço sonoro orientado pelo desejo de vislumbrar no futuro da musica popular o derradeiro território da crença espiritual. Assim, teste 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9993117-116216765286406737?l=oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/116216765286406737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9993117&amp;postID=116216765286406737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116216765286406737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9993117/posts/default/116216765286406737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oritmodosilencio.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116216765286406737' title='Para lá da Fronteira...'/><author><name>alex.m</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
