<?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-5588639</id><updated>2011-06-27T21:47:12.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrita difusa</title><subtitle type='html'>Para escrever, quando me apetecer...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588639.post-116311837307481097</id><published>2006-11-10T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:26:13.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LesteA noite já vai alta e o trabalho prolonga-se, não porque seja grande a quantidade ou elevada a dificuldade, mas porque a concentração, que com o passar dos anos vai inevitavelmente diminuindo, vai agora escasseando, mesmo para as coisas mais simples como o decidir da acção que se vai fazer de seguida, dizem-me agora que a mais recente descoberta que fiz é dado adquirido há já tempo imenso, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/116311837307481097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=116311837307481097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/116311837307481097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/116311837307481097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2006/11/leste-noite-j-vai-alta-e-o-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-115038930701928080</id><published>2006-06-15T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:35:07.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monserrate, Sintra, 2006 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/115038930701928080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=115038930701928080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/115038930701928080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/115038930701928080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2006/06/monserrate-sintra-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-114069251033516338</id><published>2006-02-23T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:06:39.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maldivas, 2005 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/114069251033516338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=114069251033516338' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/114069251033516338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/114069251033516338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2006/02/maldivas-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-110751601256173856</id><published>2005-02-04T11:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T11:25:42.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi5Tentativamente... experimentem!http://www.hi5.com/i?l=8DM4HR7</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/110751601256173856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=110751601256173856' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110751601256173856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110751601256173856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2005/02/hi5-tentativamente.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-110665254470901203</id><published>2005-01-25T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:29:04.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não escolhem hora. Estão lá, quando é preciso, e também quando não é preciso. Têm sempre uma palavra, quanto mais não seja para dizer que não têm palavras, ou que não têm tempo para grandes palavreados. Perdoam as faltas, os excessos, partilham alegrias, ajudam nas tristezas.Respeitam-se, cultivam-se, cuidam-se. Os amigos não viram costas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/110665254470901203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=110665254470901203' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110665254470901203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110665254470901203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-escolhem-hora.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-110388983115492630</id><published>2005-01-25T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:31:24.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Das resoluções cumpridas que não se fazem cumprir...Estou de volta. De volta à vida, à família, aos amigos, às pessoas, à boa disposição, ao trabalho, à escrita, à pesquisa, à leitura, ao cinema, a tudo.E até de volta às resoluções de fim de ano. Mas, para variar, e desta vez para cumprir, tenho apenas uma. Levar realmente a cabo as empreitadas a que me propuser. Ponto.Isto, é claro, dito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/110388983115492630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=110388983115492630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110388983115492630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/110388983115492630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2005/01/das-resolues-cumpridas-que-no-se-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-109584457475980942</id><published>2004-09-22T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:16:14.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eskimotiredness fuels empty thoughtsi find myself disposedbrightness fills empty spacein search of inspirationharder now with higher speedwashing in on top of me soi look to my eskimo friend when i'm down down downrain it wets muddy roadsi find myself exposedtapping does but irritatein search of destinationharder now with higher speedwashing in on top of me soi look to my eskimo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/109584457475980942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=109584457475980942' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/109584457475980942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/109584457475980942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2004/09/eskimo-tiredness-fuels-empty-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-109443013579488527</id><published>2004-09-06T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T01:22:15.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Açores, 2003 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/109443013579488527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=109443013579488527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/109443013579488527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/109443013579488527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2004/09/aores-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-106001652748399118</id><published>2003-08-04T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:49:48.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CansadoVivo o dia de hoje dominado por uma grande vontade. E se muitas vezes faço um esforço por ter apenas pensamentos positivos, ideias construtivas que me deixem melhor comigo mesmo, não tenho problema em admitir que hoje estou num dia em que o "não" domina: não me apetece estar aqui, a trabalhar, a escrever linha-a-linha, um código que parece interminável, a analisar documentos que descrevem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/106001652748399118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=106001652748399118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/106001652748399118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/106001652748399118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/08/cansado-vivo-o-dia-de-hoje-dominado.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-105949517461649737</id><published>2003-07-29T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:13:27.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Bom, o Mau e o Depoisou da forma de encarar uma tempestadeAcorda cedo e prepara uma pequena jornada. No pequeno saco guarda algumas das coisas que vai precisar, muitas que não vão fazer falta, e uma quantidade imensa de ideias, intenções e planos para que a viagem corra na perfeição. Enquanto organiza os últimos detalhes, revê mentalmente um futuro próximo já vivido, cheio de cores, cheiros, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/105949517461649737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=105949517461649737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105949517461649737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105949517461649737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/07/o-bom-o-mau-e-o-depois-ou-da-forma-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-105880622622579560</id><published>2003-07-21T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:14:44.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tão curtinho...Porque é que os fins-de-semana hão-de ter apenas dois dias, quando a semana, durante a qual, na maior parte do tempo, fazemos coisas pouco interessantes, é quase três vezes maior? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/105880622622579560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=105880622622579560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105880622622579560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105880622622579560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/07/to-curtinho.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-105852459123449366</id><published>2003-07-18T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:24:39.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais perto do que é importante?Uma vez mais, e ao aproximar-me do fim de outra semana atarefada, dou por mim a chegar à conclusão de que me falta o tempo para as coisas realmente importantes. Ou que, pelo menos, não dedico suficiente energia, esforço, paciência ou até, poderás dizer, vontade para fazer acontecer algum daqueles pequenitos desejos que muitas das vezes são capazes de nos fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/105852459123449366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=105852459123449366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105852459123449366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105852459123449366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/07/mais-perto-do-que-importante-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-105846143422858526</id><published>2003-07-17T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T18:29:49.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Covers...pelo BZK Group estreia hoje, no Padrão dos Descobrimentos. Quanto mais não seja por conhecer o Farrolas, um dos elementos do grupo, recomendo a visita à exposição fotográfica, baseada na interpretação de um tema por cada um dos elementos. Mais informações no site do grupo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/105846143422858526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=105846143422858526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105846143422858526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105846143422858526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/07/covers.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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-5588639.post-105845824081343679</id><published>2003-07-17T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T18:31:44.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há algum tempo......que tinha em mente a criação de um blog. Hoje decidi que seria uma boa altura para fazê-lo.Como é a minha primeira experiência com coisas destas, não sei muito bem o que daqui vai sair. Mas como a vida é feita de  experiências, boas e más, bem ou mal sucedidas, proveitosas ou nem por isso... Que seja o que eu quiser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/feeds/105845824081343679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588639&amp;postID=105845824081343679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105845824081343679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588639/posts/default/105845824081343679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homero.blogspot.com/2003/07/h-algum-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>mero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18094336790734714355</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></feed>
