tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49376392384671340942024-03-06T04:39:32.857+00:00Escritas & Leituras & AfinsUm livro é uma janela pela qual nos evadimos
(Julien Green)Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.comBlogger479125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-78423536094952480232010-03-22T13:25:00.003+00:002010-03-22T13:29:41.976+00:00Edifício de recordações<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJdJx5-iA8b9NiSsehkc7_aTOEYtuWUDJT59oSdYC6K3yCdBEANLQbltf7iN1Xch5orAgX2iJYokh758TLLF7r7Dh07sgct64FeioMmndmgTpT1kcq6w7oGnXm4MyskSKI_a-NDQ66Qms/s1600-h/marcel+proust.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451449326667042626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJdJx5-iA8b9NiSsehkc7_aTOEYtuWUDJT59oSdYC6K3yCdBEANLQbltf7iN1Xch5orAgX2iJYokh758TLLF7r7Dh07sgct64FeioMmndmgTpT1kcq6w7oGnXm4MyskSKI_a-NDQ66Qms/s400/marcel+proust.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"> “Mas quando nada subsiste de um passado antigo, depois da morte dos seres, depois da destruição das coisas, sozinhos, mais frágeis porém mais vivazes, mais imateriais, mais persistentes, mais fiéis, o aroma e o sabor permanecem ainda por muito tempo, como almas, chamando-se, ouvindo, esperando, sobre as ruínas de tudo o mais, levando sem se submeterem, sobre suas gotículas quase impalpáveis, o imenso edifício das recordações”.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em>Em Busca do Tempo Perdido</em>, Marcel Proust<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-15770846940568075762010-03-14T18:48:00.000+00:002010-03-14T18:49:15.733+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q3MsufaBOcmXZqPBCRPSgOHlLOmQY3wiMW0f324wl0u51oR_b8HgLuE3u-ZK01Jk1Og8lKtrM8jAFPe0cUPXIDqLXrZjencNiNCpn8uQgjsGPYzsU2-Q9NThpPHltZYTCVfMWGbClUCp/s1600-h/museu+chiado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448563510923204002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q3MsufaBOcmXZqPBCRPSgOHlLOmQY3wiMW0f324wl0u51oR_b8HgLuE3u-ZK01Jk1Og8lKtrM8jAFPe0cUPXIDqLXrZjencNiNCpn8uQgjsGPYzsU2-Q9NThpPHltZYTCVfMWGbClUCp/s400/museu+chiado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-41178343767373879682010-03-10T00:09:00.002+00:002010-03-10T00:12:03.957+00:00Don't tell me the truth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNNybMCXB9bmbR030sJuTU2ZkO_FWNuWJU-sF5fRSNCvzLK-iW0yvhDHxToSwX5Mqz2-_Qhmv_q6Pu5gKELfcdpX704onX_tdvitvwmHqlNfqQBnQHnnHz4JW2ZQmQV5WkbsiAhN-noOL/s1600-h/agendaa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446790789377924418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNNybMCXB9bmbR030sJuTU2ZkO_FWNuWJU-sF5fRSNCvzLK-iW0yvhDHxToSwX5Mqz2-_Qhmv_q6Pu5gKELfcdpX704onX_tdvitvwmHqlNfqQBnQHnnHz4JW2ZQmQV5WkbsiAhN-noOL/s400/agendaa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-48623948906840992912010-03-07T21:09:00.001+00:002010-03-07T21:11:14.413+00:00Magick<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibH1x6cVS68hwfomkmhUpu-Roff63x6P0SO_C16MffXkj97YYPmlH189YygGMs87KZRqJgY2W3BribklE05exnIJnwsd974cj4w_0XXhr1IFkhAG_AWZ4_94_CDu9W3IAzi9flm1ezJKal/s1600-h/FP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446002234088187586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibH1x6cVS68hwfomkmhUpu-Roff63x6P0SO_C16MffXkj97YYPmlH189YygGMs87KZRqJgY2W3BribklE05exnIJnwsd974cj4w_0XXhr1IFkhAG_AWZ4_94_CDu9W3IAzi9flm1ezJKal/s400/FP.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-5645886995109223462010-03-05T09:46:00.000+00:002010-03-05T09:47:22.859+00:00---<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVsbchdM74Nk2Joy48GSJHsRlQnvef23pjcz4tG-pnGedQjlxsuprXEqUK7kc_e7t_Jb1gxh1oy6KtpEOHt8TiiZfhyNqKQTtUUUpe5mYUZ43YcvWkOP8kOwFFR-wZInUv7B3kZ_t7k1d/s1600-h/andy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445084055673976642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVsbchdM74Nk2Joy48GSJHsRlQnvef23pjcz4tG-pnGedQjlxsuprXEqUK7kc_e7t_Jb1gxh1oy6KtpEOHt8TiiZfhyNqKQTtUUUpe5mYUZ43YcvWkOP8kOwFFR-wZInUv7B3kZ_t7k1d/s400/andy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-4128465409951190332010-03-02T23:58:00.002+00:002010-03-03T00:03:05.016+00:00Sarau<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmI7nr_hEmBYKh8mafkrLs0vHMtxxTcvv67uqi_uNRm_bV3qgNxbpu0zlwxqazEhsD63CDeLP-4VPVy-ulTt2KLP3lGQ4xNqT1YnsY-vwDFAyyu94AH46Cpl0T51EtG3mf9FKk1JYaCv0n/s1600-h/lula.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444190605485261778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmI7nr_hEmBYKh8mafkrLs0vHMtxxTcvv67uqi_uNRm_bV3qgNxbpu0zlwxqazEhsD63CDeLP-4VPVy-ulTt2KLP3lGQ4xNqT1YnsY-vwDFAyyu94AH46Cpl0T51EtG3mf9FKk1JYaCv0n/s400/lula.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Lula Pena apresenta-se no <em>Museu do Chiado</em> depois de um maravilhoso recital para uma casa para lá de muito cheia neste mesmo local no último Verão, a pouco tempo da edição do seu extraordinariamente aguardado 2º álbum. Num ano em que finalmente poderá ser celebrada como o seu tremendo talento e singularidade artística o merecem, nesse seu meneio único das tradições mediterrânicas e de vários trânsitos intercontinentais do espírito e da mente, uma cerimónia em contexto mais intimista. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Na mesma noite o regresso de um dos nossos favoritos, Sir Richard Bishop, co-fundador dos cruciais <em>Sun City Girls</em>, já mais que lançado na sua travessia em nome próprio, na qual tem explorado um cruzamento místico (tão a sério que consegue gozar com ele) entre o psicadelismo turco, magia branca, Django Reinhardt, Robbie Basho e o som de uma América tão abondanada quanto em festa. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">SARAU Concerto: Lula Pena e Sir Richard Bishop </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Local: Museu do Chiado - Sala dos Fornos </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Data: 4 de Março </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Horário: 22h </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Entrada: 10€ </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pré-Venda: Flur e Louie Louie<br /></span></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-17714123714926794852010-02-27T23:17:00.004+00:002010-03-02T23:03:34.088+00:00A reler uns e a ler outros. É o que faz sentido para os próximos tempos. António Alçada Baptista, naturalmente.<div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">(…) se calhar, em muitos lugares do mundo, vivem e morrem, sem fazer barulho, pessoas muito superiores àquelas que a gente vê a andar, dum lado para o outro, na cena da vida, a talharem o nosso destino comum. (…) Se essas pessoas, um dia, emergirem do silêncio em que as deixámos, talvez, possamos encontrar-nos com a paz e a alegria cuja promessa pressentimos, sufocada e muda, dentro das entranhas do tempo.</span></em></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">“Tia Suzana, Meu amor”, António Alçada Baptista </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[excerto]</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ed. Presença</span>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-60444414944221108692010-02-27T14:59:00.002+00:002010-02-27T15:00:46.553+00:00Fui comprar livros.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHr8CBTI3UzXBPqhg0q4O2e8xsvlHGd1hvUxvqvMvFGbOqo0I0WYCW61mKKpYCTwXcnEEnMU0QvHg80ha3eQi3x54xrLNgZRDs-xcmJBZFwTMFCRHrreXlNWaCqgb_nn_IEzpreAxCRJTE/s1600-h/Sartorialist.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442938148239956114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHr8CBTI3UzXBPqhg0q4O2e8xsvlHGd1hvUxvqvMvFGbOqo0I0WYCW61mKKpYCTwXcnEEnMU0QvHg80ha3eQi3x54xrLNgZRDs-xcmJBZFwTMFCRHrreXlNWaCqgb_nn_IEzpreAxCRJTE/s400/Sartorialist.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>by Sartorialist</em></span><br /><br /></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-66389946469758270482010-02-27T14:57:00.001+00:002010-02-27T14:59:09.649+00:00Pacman<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrKVbnXJ8PEQ2vMhOfUXUwygATw2CH1QW_-gXQHokqXJ-wzj-jRMd8T32Wz18JUWaA5GsWt-tX6e6YlIcvNC_ss-hrzcwicSamfOfgdtD9H8HPdzy4fbN_b-E0gs06gAEyGWgUkdG1DB-/s1600-h/designer+italiano+Mirko+Ginepro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442937640985038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIrKVbnXJ8PEQ2vMhOfUXUwygATw2CH1QW_-gXQHokqXJ-wzj-jRMd8T32Wz18JUWaA5GsWt-tX6e6YlIcvNC_ss-hrzcwicSamfOfgdtD9H8HPdzy4fbN_b-E0gs06gAEyGWgUkdG1DB-/s400/designer+italiano+Mirko+Ginepro.jpg" border="0" /></a> Estante pelo <em>designer</em> italiano Mirko Ginepro<br /><br /></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-77771121110635314982010-02-19T23:19:00.001+00:002010-02-19T23:20:59.731+00:00« »<em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">Tenho fotografias que provam que nunca exististe</span></em><br /><br />Pedro MexiaRui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-45956988264215288542010-02-19T21:40:00.000+00:002010-02-19T21:41:45.939+00:00!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8bTysHOV2K3v9ptiXrUJxK3zm3W4TuKLT8-SBm5c4yG0IoS2X-Fy_4b3SgudZOfnRnR_UNLrA6zFnAAh9FmlSUu6bDCAV6oCjcgsp1hTl88xCbEl8-Z-JbNFVb-kxbtge0GNX1utrxjQb/s1600-h/arte.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440072958691957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8bTysHOV2K3v9ptiXrUJxK3zm3W4TuKLT8-SBm5c4yG0IoS2X-Fy_4b3SgudZOfnRnR_UNLrA6zFnAAh9FmlSUu6bDCAV6oCjcgsp1hTl88xCbEl8-Z-JbNFVb-kxbtge0GNX1utrxjQb/s400/arte.bmp" border="0" /></a>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-87763279252342867922010-02-18T21:56:00.004+00:002010-02-18T22:00:02.458+00:00CNB a dançar em casa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-SPat4cZOAk3KJYMzPycAodwWoNTvopvtNpqhMoAaT7nKACu1DeDqCcPxQAvD6kjwIWv4LZBpBMcwR7D9Ed01RLgEoixPPyWElEBvAimmerOBidcbJwtrkzc8ONrfsKOZml-S1-sO9gp/s1600-h/CNB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439706095187415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-SPat4cZOAk3KJYMzPycAodwWoNTvopvtNpqhMoAaT7nKACu1DeDqCcPxQAvD6kjwIWv4LZBpBMcwR7D9Ed01RLgEoixPPyWElEBvAimmerOBidcbJwtrkzc8ONrfsKOZml-S1-sO9gp/s400/CNB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">"5 Tangos", "Adágio Hammerklavier" e "Serenade" são os três bailados que a Companhia Nacional de Bailado apresenta entre 25 e 28 de Fevereiro e 4 e 5 de Março, no Teatro Camões, em Lisboa.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify">O purismo da dança, o rigor da gestualidade e a arquitectura coreográfica aliadas a uma fascinante musicalidade, assumem o fio condutor deste programa. </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A não perder!!</div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-20657950665606291622010-02-18T21:52:00.004+00:002010-02-18T22:02:42.617+00:00CNB- audições<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM9KI4KeLPgoOHq3JeMupDRV9TxMj7Js6gkbQCzA0fTYTV_wdek2RwDee5OIaDzximrmfcwqRqrtOY8iavi_D8KhK3W9Bvel5JWn1dwWYHh2EbWnlWQnas0AFKBAMw-Y5UX44OvAPPlby/s1600-h/audicoes2010.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439707225639100690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM9KI4KeLPgoOHq3JeMupDRV9TxMj7Js6gkbQCzA0fTYTV_wdek2RwDee5OIaDzximrmfcwqRqrtOY8iavi_D8KhK3W9Bvel5JWn1dwWYHh2EbWnlWQnas0AFKBAMw-Y5UX44OvAPPlby/s400/audicoes2010.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br />A Companhia Nacional de Bailado procura bailarinos profissionais com forte técnica clássica e contemporânea.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Audições CNB 2010 Abril 10 e 11, aula às 10h (participação apenas por convite)</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Inscrições:</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">- CV completo (educação, experiência, papéis e repertório, peso, altura, data de nascimento, nacionalidade, informação de contacto, e-mail); 3 fotografias (retrato, corpo inteiro e performance); vídeo de performance;</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">- Data limite para envio: 15 Março</div><div align="justify">- Data de anúncio dos bailarinos convidados a participar na audição: 26 Março</div><div align="justify">- As inscrições devem ser enviadas através de correio normal (via ctt).</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">O Repertório da CNB inclui bailados de: Petipa, Fokine, Balanchine, Forsythe, Graça, Nijinska, Nijinsky, Roriz, Duato, Bigonzetti, Cranko, van Mannen, Clug, Cantalupo, Wellenkamp e outros.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Companhia Nacional de Bailado</div><div align="justify">Teatro Camões, Passeio do Neptuno,</div><div align="justify">Parque das Nações </div><div align="justify">1990-193 Lisboa</div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-3209236236544453642010-02-18T10:41:00.001+00:002010-02-18T10:41:50.238+00:00______________<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZclaKuMOlpaLMY7UzXmZQuaAINQEcjPs2cZu_30oLZoafjOQoUH4soYXBeSxyRMPKyLBIp3bxQpMv2LJFZoiwLs7i6vcn_Q24dqmUjgaEF-XIPgBgmOUKwpf1lmlPHvsr_2ja_BoAWkq/s1600-h/cafe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439531791149319346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZclaKuMOlpaLMY7UzXmZQuaAINQEcjPs2cZu_30oLZoafjOQoUH4soYXBeSxyRMPKyLBIp3bxQpMv2LJFZoiwLs7i6vcn_Q24dqmUjgaEF-XIPgBgmOUKwpf1lmlPHvsr_2ja_BoAWkq/s400/cafe.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-53628368433364754902010-02-16T17:39:00.005+00:002010-02-16T17:58:51.157+00:00Hofesh Shechter<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PDxQAC6ThQ3KDmvHPkfs51J9ZwMomOySV9dhb2eMjPIURpKF5K4A7IloW7vRelMW_9Qq4RFezuLR9rxKKUW9JajeCe6brCDKy17N_xHruQtO2qrSEteD7HS8H-bKfiAPmdy7Kdu25xSE/s1600-h/Hofesh+Schechter071008_450x411.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438897434360467106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PDxQAC6ThQ3KDmvHPkfs51J9ZwMomOySV9dhb2eMjPIURpKF5K4A7IloW7vRelMW_9Qq4RFezuLR9rxKKUW9JajeCe6brCDKy17N_xHruQtO2qrSEteD7HS8H-bKfiAPmdy7Kdu25xSE/s400/Hofesh+Schechter071008_450x411.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ando há vários dias para falar no Hofesh Shechter. Ainda inebriado com o espectáculo apresentado no CCB (12 e 13 de Fevereiro), aqui fica o registo. Infelizmente não se conhecem outras datas para este ano em Portugal. Talvez volte. Eu voltarei a ver. </div><div align="justify"><br />O israelita residente em Londres traz de volta à dança contemporânea uma energia e intensidade física perturbante. E muito interessante. No CCB presenteou-nos com as suas mais recentes peças, criadas em 2009. O Grande Auditório aplaudiu em pé. </div><div align="justify"><br /><strong>UPRISING</strong></div><div align="justify">Em <em>Uprising</em>, 7 homens, incluindo Shechter, emergem das sombras e bombardeiam o palco com uma energia furiosa. Estabelecem relações entre eles, discutem, fazem as pazes. Tudo num riquíssimo trabalho, criado para uma vibrante partitura de percussão também composta por Shechter, que deixa o público sem fôlego.</div><div align="justify"><br /><strong>IN YOUR ROOMS</strong><br /><em>In your rooms</em> exibe uma forte fisicalidade e é por vezes provocador, político e profundamente pessoal, apresentando uma sociedade que é alienante e, no entanto estranhamente familiar. Onze bailarinos revelam ritmos imparáveis, descontrolo e vulnerabilidades através de encontros complexos e comoventes. A música original, criada é interpretada ao vivo, ajudando a criar uma atmosfera verdadeiramente mágica.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/czcXspACmD8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/czcXspACmD8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /> </div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-63577726384590194762010-02-15T11:19:00.002+00:002010-02-15T11:55:36.216+00:00De manhã a razão vai-te levar<em><strong>Plenitude</strong></em><br /><br /><em>Plenitude deixa-te ficar no olhar que me trespassa.<br />Segundos breves de intensa felicidade assim se perpetuam.<br />Plenitude deixa-te ficar no olhar de contentamento.<br />Na luz que é quase breu que espreita pela porta entreaberta.<br />Plenitude deixa-te ficar.<br />De manhã a razão vai-te levar.</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[do álbum "À deriva" dos <em>Novembro</em>]</span>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-92070520093148837052010-02-13T12:26:00.003+00:002010-02-13T19:01:15.537+00:00Dia dos encalhados<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxdmYrIcF7Gf3fAPGEbOA_CDy04ZRKhiM2p18LSrH5v07uIK_jaJp9o3eOaek-Msey2xaYD-6q4IZ0LqPhk0KKim2nnIHJy9bYiJvfhJ5vVyjpj7HN5M9dez8vbTZfrT7R9VgJZ-wPGBc/s1600-h/cupido%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437703831932486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxdmYrIcF7Gf3fAPGEbOA_CDy04ZRKhiM2p18LSrH5v07uIK_jaJp9o3eOaek-Msey2xaYD-6q4IZ0LqPhk0KKim2nnIHJy9bYiJvfhJ5vVyjpj7HN5M9dez8vbTZfrT7R9VgJZ-wPGBc/s400/cupido%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#003300;">«A Pó dos Livros, à semelhança dos anos anteriores, como todas as livrarias e as demais lojas de comércio, não podia deixar passar em branco a efeméride do dia 14 de Fevereiro: o Dia dos Namorados. Lamentamos decepcionar-vos, mas não faremos montras alusivas ao facto. Mas, em compensação, porque não discriminamos ninguém, amanhã dia 13 de Fevereiro, celebraremos: o <em>Dia dos Encalhados</em>. Claro que também não faremos montras alusivas ao facto. No entanto, a quem for encalhado por vontade própria ou por meras sucessões de azar e quiser vir à Pó dos Livros comprar um livrinho para oferecer a si próprio, nós teremos todo o prazer em oferecer-lhe um destes artísticos leques que, apesar de ser Inverno, sempre servirão para afastar os maus espíritos. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Assinado: A Gerência»</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437805061360941138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvcTTHt8FdqjS3P5mNOR0JGrf9cTmB9TYH5BSV8egJniqqivu5abwCwi-qc-XHuKCb97ljvOi3p6u0E0KncKfAQJeYtEsVNiqAT1ouBMWZ9Q2t_So2-y1wMJtJ5RVNRUFAXW3FUkd1KdsM/s400/leques_029.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em>in</em> <a href="http://livrariapodoslivros.blogspot.com/">http://livrariapodoslivros.blogspot.com/</a></div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-20585069638015559542010-02-12T00:29:00.003+00:002010-02-12T20:18:35.253+00:00RIP Alexander McQueen (16.03.1969 – 11.02.2010)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JRq1xaW19Uj4c8X2JKIh8hrsWmQlsNtU8K-aPVGEBY64-6RhqM4tSJGYIO0oXXlOJUYW4vD86B8UTjTRBF1fphDI1qmttKP93mVugrVWlKcVQm1fZpQy-C1ATRbAklaJDKYxdcxSNt53/s1600-h/ALEXANDER%2520MCQUEEN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437453938748819922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JRq1xaW19Uj4c8X2JKIh8hrsWmQlsNtU8K-aPVGEBY64-6RhqM4tSJGYIO0oXXlOJUYW4vD86B8UTjTRBF1fphDI1qmttKP93mVugrVWlKcVQm1fZpQy-C1ATRbAklaJDKYxdcxSNt53/s400/ALEXANDER%2520MCQUEEN.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-5ViSDMzUeAIK8v5uXPWaAFX9tbIM68IKl1DbLGslLYtC9GDpfX-buJf7G8AvQ1AKv-mJuBXz_MPHyFSxlH75-RVS9RMurXDNJt0TSuPQv7viHgO0bcQfDTpkR3Cbrxxd-2xcbKkoqU_/s1600-h/AlexanderMcQueen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437147959609712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-5ViSDMzUeAIK8v5uXPWaAFX9tbIM68IKl1DbLGslLYtC9GDpfX-buJf7G8AvQ1AKv-mJuBXz_MPHyFSxlH75-RVS9RMurXDNJt0TSuPQv7viHgO0bcQfDTpkR3Cbrxxd-2xcbKkoqU_/s400/AlexanderMcQueen.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-31259083976384895862010-02-11T14:01:00.002+00:002010-02-11T21:11:47.221+00:00.<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">"O fim último da vida não é a excelência, mas a felicidade."</span><br /><br />MontaigneRui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-86568709217361000412010-02-11T10:28:00.005+00:002010-02-11T10:42:57.193+00:00:-)<div align="justify">A IKEA nos seus 30 anos, colocou 30 módulos da sua famosa estante de livros, a <em>Billy</em>, na praia de Bondi, em Sydney. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Não me importava de as ver nas praias portuguesas. Que tal no Guincho ou mesmo na Costa de Caparica? </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EThy2dbGCMXkcn0Sw_8gSKNgo7s81b2qFD49XSCcA1EjPpoBTIhcqmck6pk79VIRjqyXz-GfRnTW-B_MlRQtSx1HljYgfkeHm52aIqq6CmmDH5efL6JvBwiC2bTyboBOd1oeab9FQyTT/s1600-h/sidney2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436933364561669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5EThy2dbGCMXkcn0Sw_8gSKNgo7s81b2qFD49XSCcA1EjPpoBTIhcqmck6pk79VIRjqyXz-GfRnTW-B_MlRQtSx1HljYgfkeHm52aIqq6CmmDH5efL6JvBwiC2bTyboBOd1oeab9FQyTT/s400/sidney2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PMF-uobcAGkhNtbAx3rTZgpvJhNzZ1xrCODytTHoFEmFfynFB8dlb2cnq3Tl6wGuE9RIrU3GnNndF8RnXY4rEfsbKu3r_ZdNyIhQDhGKnikMVsQPx8Wiy629n0onDnl7xZ8bgfMnEbGn/s1600-h/sidney1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436932643672260066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PMF-uobcAGkhNtbAx3rTZgpvJhNzZ1xrCODytTHoFEmFfynFB8dlb2cnq3Tl6wGuE9RIrU3GnNndF8RnXY4rEfsbKu3r_ZdNyIhQDhGKnikMVsQPx8Wiy629n0onDnl7xZ8bgfMnEbGn/s400/sidney1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtwkWnJRjt46816Iiv0m8inJ5GzGpxDGpAqiv4YCiK3ukXa63A60gKgXShbtkZWnoM9yMkcw9GT7F2ih19u0Z5sRlT03_MmH2blBX0bVOeaDxhmCQRmaD8Q7PQKslDikj1WJl_4hSPlzQ/s1600-h/sidney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436932153832326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtwkWnJRjt46816Iiv0m8inJ5GzGpxDGpAqiv4YCiK3ukXa63A60gKgXShbtkZWnoM9yMkcw9GT7F2ih19u0Z5sRlT03_MmH2blBX0bVOeaDxhmCQRmaD8Q7PQKslDikj1WJl_4hSPlzQ/s400/sidney.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-76292562795844887982010-02-10T13:42:00.001+00:002010-02-10T13:49:48.596+00:00"perigos da leitura"<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9093877&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9093877&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9093877">Unbridled Books P.S.A.</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/ubb">Unbridled Books</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />Excelente vídeo da Umbridle Books.Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-29294798256299989862010-02-08T21:27:00.000+00:002010-02-08T21:29:52.444+00:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4X-zNlz2s6D8nQir_ldmDvLDrQt_ozw4e2dpvOz2H-uy-xeIAQWtBZXclzN3dgYD8mMtgDlCUOhx-Z0LT_HYEvZvjEAK8_6cIoC_UgbSG5wtIL5PpdGxhzx8qgMYH2OtV0jKE_3n-gdb/s1600-h/chiado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987747557474962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4X-zNlz2s6D8nQir_ldmDvLDrQt_ozw4e2dpvOz2H-uy-xeIAQWtBZXclzN3dgYD8mMtgDlCUOhx-Z0LT_HYEvZvjEAK8_6cIoC_UgbSG5wtIL5PpdGxhzx8qgMYH2OtV0jKE_3n-gdb/s400/chiado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-32714006356365705942010-02-08T16:15:00.000+00:002010-02-08T16:16:29.266+00:00Letras em movimento...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeK2DrbsTcSt0hfuiZ7RGnixXL6h2bMRo88Ll9c2NlFShbORkovhqRXXEXcpbESHs6tumkWWChpUhRPS3pJXjXoH8nOsYROxFuYq1cd0DHMnL4a1-kh9_SXGKU6p-036wIxXbvrnh0_BQI/s1600-h/letras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435907117141735698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeK2DrbsTcSt0hfuiZ7RGnixXL6h2bMRo88Ll9c2NlFShbORkovhqRXXEXcpbESHs6tumkWWChpUhRPS3pJXjXoH8nOsYROxFuYq1cd0DHMnL4a1-kh9_SXGKU6p-036wIxXbvrnh0_BQI/s400/letras.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-54135178831328079812010-02-08T15:59:00.001+00:002010-02-08T16:08:37.780+00:00!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYxZT54NTessKkbkIDTiI9bihNn4zPNVhO2zYkC35TFvZ-7Dp02I8op6f9HHDvKoKJkjsJVSatzD-5i12j0sUlnZpP8MOIhRhohbYBFW_0ZMArXUrQY6N0rz-9Qh2DFs4mmQukZ-BYk-y/s1600-h/livros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435903017392987234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYxZT54NTessKkbkIDTiI9bihNn4zPNVhO2zYkC35TFvZ-7Dp02I8op6f9HHDvKoKJkjsJVSatzD-5i12j0sUlnZpP8MOIhRhohbYBFW_0ZMArXUrQY6N0rz-9Qh2DFs4mmQukZ-BYk-y/s400/livros.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937639238467134094.post-3605263166940719722010-02-04T20:12:00.003+00:002010-02-04T20:16:21.534+00:00A música em Haruki Murakami<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6teaYJ-DNtvepH5aBb9T2s7_-MauBWMP0MtwmRLGkaZS3otW_4oKpyx_E96fb1O5ykcriiGn8pcH4MSlleragm1GtsCyrhDHz6ldxWAcyDpuGEGg1FbaTy-KzlbHOUUms1i_zV-Y1TKSM/s1600-h/Haruki+Murakami1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434484505412444914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6teaYJ-DNtvepH5aBb9T2s7_-MauBWMP0MtwmRLGkaZS3otW_4oKpyx_E96fb1O5ykcriiGn8pcH4MSlleragm1GtsCyrhDHz6ldxWAcyDpuGEGg1FbaTy-KzlbHOUUms1i_zV-Y1TKSM/s400/Haruki+Murakami1.jpg" border="0" /></a>A música está (muito) presente em todos os romances de Haruki Murakami, com destaque para o jazz. No entanto, também são referidas melodias antigas, canções românticas, pop, rock, clássica e música japonesa. No livro <em>After Dark – Os Passageiros da Noite</em>, podemos ouvir, entre outras: <span style="font-size:85%;">(clique no link para ouvir)</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brqxEdwsTQs">Sophisticated Lady - Duke Ellington and his orchestra</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCrGRvuegYE">Go Away Little Girl - Martin Denny</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud4SvylrupQ">Ivo Pogorelich - J S Bach Suite Inglesa No 2 Preludio BWV 807</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPhS14ERSHQ">Scarlatti: Cantata "Questo silenzio ombroso"</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krNlM7yVL68">Southern All Stars – Tsunami</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUPLYkWf00A">Sonnymoon for Two - Mike Engle</a><br /></div>Rui Sousahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813080439354135183noreply@blogger.com1