tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43136764878513416752024-02-08T05:52:12.142+00:00"Tocando sem Tocar"Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.comBlogger757125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-35379592897604711402011-02-10T02:03:00.002+00:002011-02-10T02:06:46.703+00:00<div align="left"><strong>Enquanto guardo todos os fios;<br />no teu dia:</strong></div><strong></strong><strong><div align="center"><br /></strong><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X7rZJcnPWaA?rel=0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /></div><strong></strong><div align="left"><strong>na última dança:<br /></div></strong><div align="center"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Vw6bbqXm2A?rel=0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /></div><div align="justify">as derradeiras palavras serão sempre as tuas: "<strong>Vou entretecer o tempo enquanto não estás. Em troca do meu ofício, hei-de conseguir apressá-lo"</strong>. </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-77602966566954226242011-02-10T02:01:00.001+00:002011-02-10T02:03:08.428+00:00<div align="center">A cada um e a cada uma que por aqui passaram, grata pelos "testemunhos". </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-45335755840203425232011-01-11T12:58:00.001+00:002011-01-11T13:00:16.969+00:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fevral dostat chernil i plakat,</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Pisat o Fevrale navzryd,</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Poka grohochushaya slyakot</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Vesnoyu chornoyu gorit.<br /></em></span></div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn8HtYfOSPw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zn8HtYfOSPw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A Jeune iniciou-se com Regina Spektor e finda-se (neste dia especial) através do mesmo registo. Encerrar-se-á, perpetuamente, a 11 de Fevereiro de 2011. </span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-71087487476341511772011-01-09T22:18:00.001+00:002011-01-09T22:18:58.740+00:00<em>So treat me delicately</em><br /><em><div align="center"><br /></em><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TAQ1T1e2Dg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TAQ1T1e2Dg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*e tinha razão, o clássico da instituição é melhor (sempre dá para seleccionar as sobras). </span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-26147158613280418242011-01-09T20:06:00.000+00:002011-01-09T20:07:38.353+00:00<div align="left">O seu artigo aplica-se: </div><div align="center"><br /><strong>«Você é estúpido(a)?»</strong></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">E não é que sou mesmo…</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-71543517907677958112011-01-09T16:23:00.000+00:002011-01-09T16:24:25.377+00:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Lá terei de comprar os livros do Sena…</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-40656116464338200882011-01-08T16:58:00.001+00:002011-01-08T16:59:42.497+00:00<div align="left"><strong>«Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down»</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5IW9wK_HNg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5IW9wK_HNg?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">por isso, para acompanhar o grande privilégio de domingo, comprei "galletas sin gluten e sin lactosa"(e uma caneta vermelha) – risos. </span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-57923242296048697552011-01-08T02:45:00.000+00:002011-01-08T02:46:23.384+00:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">*I lost my button; the tea with milk was cold and I lost in bowling. A rematch please!</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-86538194251235105712011-01-07T03:58:00.004+00:002011-01-07T04:06:34.751+00:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(5) mais do que uma maçã vermelha*</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></strong></div><p align="center"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_zzx__SARk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_zzx__SARk?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.christinacourtin.com/live/">http://www.christinacourtin.com/live/</a> </span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-77214336628034674382011-01-07T01:59:00.000+00:002011-01-07T02:01:41.695+00:00<div align="center">Qual o valor da reserva de ouro portuguesa?</div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-43232372253737020202011-01-06T21:56:00.004+00:002011-01-07T01:17:20.144+00:00<strong>365 dias e um vestido (continua) </strong><br /><div align="center"><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phLi7WwdI34?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phLi7WwdI34?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Uniform Project</em> é o nome deste (<a href="http://www.theuniformproject.com/#!about">http://www.theuniformproject.com/#!about</a>) admirável projecto apresentado em parceria com Sheena Matheiken em Maio de 2009. Numa reacção face a alguns meandros publicitários, responsáveis por uma relação/ associação entre o "mundo da moda" e o consumismo, aparece o acolhimento desta "aposta" com o destaque do New York Times, CNN, BBC (entre outros). O desafio consistia em usar o mesmo vestido (desenhado por Eliza Starbucks) ao longo de um ano sem comprar peças novas e, ao mesmo tempo, inovar para a sustentabilidade, tendo, como pano de fundo, a solidariedade social, neste caso, através de um <em>online fundraiser</em> na tentativa de escolarizar crianças na Índia (os seus fundos foram encaminhados para <em>Akanksha Foundation)</em>.</div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-72460054461094993182011-01-06T07:43:00.001+00:002011-01-06T07:44:56.919+00:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vou nadar antes que o dia comece*</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-21595511797197905812011-01-05T20:48:00.000+00:002011-01-05T20:49:08.127+00:00<div align="left"><strong>O Adeus a Mick Karn</strong></div><strong><div align="center"><br /></strong><a href="http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/morreu-o-antigo-baixista-dos-japan-mick-karn_1473673">http://www.publico.pt/Cultura/morreu-o-antigo-baixista-dos-japan-mick-karn_1473673</a> </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-49461183387867252182011-01-05T16:42:00.002+00:002011-01-05T16:46:14.346+00:00<div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Car la vie est ailleurs<br />Dans un âge lyrique<br />Et tes peines s'enfuient<br />Tes tristesses se dissipent<br />Car la vie est ailleurs<br />Et ton amour subsiste<br />Pour un sourire, un songe<br />Qui feront qu'il existe</span></em> </div><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="center"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMdlTBIJuQw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMdlTBIJuQw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-25491930912013032862011-01-04T18:12:00.002+00:002011-01-04T18:15:26.054+00:00<div align="justify"><strong>«Mais de 60 por cento das pessoas morrem nos hospitais»<br /></strong>A notícia avançada hoje no Jornal Público <span style="font-size:78%;">(in: </span><a href="http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/mais-de-60-por-cento-das-pessoas-morrem-nos-hospitais_1473516"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/mais-de-60-por-cento-das-pessoas-morrem-nos-hospitais_1473516</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span> espelha a carência portuguesa. Nos dados avançados pelo INE lê-se o aumento de 13,3% (no período compreendido entre 2000 a 2008) de pessoas a enfrentar a morte no hospital, numa clínica ou até num lar, deixando-nos perturbados com a fragilidade da "condição humana" em Portugal. Mas, será que as pessoas que lidam com "estas mortes" estão preparadas para o "quotidiano"? Luís Campos fala-nos de uma "mudança sociológica" que não foi acompanhada pelo SNS (é certo), mas que nome se dá ao abandono familiar? </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-71895850259095516292011-01-03T21:35:00.001+00:002011-01-03T21:39:01.644+00:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>(4)<br /></strong>«Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Daydream, I dream of you amid the flowers,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day»</span><br /><div align="center"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6_hzqae2tw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6_hzqae2tw?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-73672199817412582112011-01-02T18:48:00.004+00:002011-01-02T18:53:33.289+00:00<strong>«João das Barbas»</strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557662913237392034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRG5dOb3NRS81XsXB4LchZhylHH_KPN73esBlNp72jBNuz-zCz7KrY7R4-aBwp7mGggPXU8L5ieuUgrhkTv94X4wXVgBF87Z6Q31t4PoTw_vkC3SiUO1Ry-llHhCDmt4oKBSKRq93xvrsH/s320/azeite-extra-virgem-joao-das-barbas-1-4-lt.jpg" /> <div align="justify">Recentemente considerado pelo FLOS OLEI um dos 20 melhores azeites do mundo: <a href="http://www.portaldoazeite.com/2010/11/azeite-de-tras-os-montes-dop-novos.html">http://www.portaldoazeite.com/2010/11/azeite-de-tras-os-montes-dop-novos.html</a>.<br /></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem disponível em: </span><a href="http://www.wineloversco.com/gourmet/77-azeite-extra-virgem-joao-das-barbas-1-4-lt.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.wineloversco.com/gourmet/77-azeite-extra-virgem-joao-das-barbas-1-4-lt.html</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> .</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-17240736772106607542011-01-01T13:01:00.000+00:002011-01-01T13:02:19.273+00:00<div align="center"><strong>«My middle name's still "Risk"»<br /></strong><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyuL1z2tejs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyuL1z2tejs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-1967647989464297702010-12-31T18:15:00.003+00:002010-12-31T18:17:59.121+00:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(3) Dance with me first…</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></strong></div><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jiGjVQltH8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jiGjVQltH8?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-6140277187877703432010-12-31T13:45:00.000+00:002010-12-31T13:46:38.553+00:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2011 </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></strong>A pensar na versão órfica de Chronos: a <em>serpente alada e policéfala</em>. </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-24525532082942951852010-12-29T16:55:00.002+00:002010-12-29T16:59:30.722+00:00<strong><em>Homo sapiens</em> de Israel revira a "história" da "história"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556149231395134194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnyHxsL7RvUObHMdqHFzA4b8NqGrfRTqDVX_O_K9eB9g0_P6hwCQY2GvRhJjW2n1wkrTBz14BMc7HeYp51B8UZZ0VcPjT799WKpZdZOu8UwzducKWNpJDu7ct5DACK2Bj1LOWm0BJH0VM/s320/tooth-zoom.jpg" /></strong><br /><div align="justify">"Israeli archaeologists have discovered human remains dating from 400,000 years ago, challenging conventional wisdom that Homo sapiens originated in Africa, the leader of excavations in Israel said on Tuesday" <span style="font-size:78%;">(</span><a href="http://news.discovery.com/archaeology/oldest-human-israel-101228.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://news.discovery.com/archaeology/oldest-human-israel-101228.html</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span>.<br /></div><div align="right">Imagem disponível em: <a href="http://news.discovery.com/archaeology/zooms/oldest-human-israel-101228.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://news.discovery.com/archaeology/zooms/oldest-human-israel-101228.html</span></a></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-29382423225751793852010-12-27T18:22:00.002+00:002010-12-27T18:30:19.803+00:00<div align="left"><strong>Marilyn Monroe</strong><br /></div><div align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY3kGKynaLs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY3kGKynaLs?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">«Socorro, socorro,<br />socorro.<br />Sinto que a vida se aproxima<br />quando a única coisa que quero<br />é morrer». </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-18147347453678010362010-12-27T04:04:00.000+00:002010-12-27T04:05:37.487+00:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>(2)</strong></span></div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><div align="center"><br /></strong></span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok5jMo02smU?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok5jMo02smU?fs=1&hl=pt_BR&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-48042435553458812972010-12-26T17:06:00.001+00:002010-12-26T17:06:54.805+00:00<div align="center">Dos <em>tabus<br /></em><a href="http://tabusdecavaco.blogspot.com/">http://tabusdecavaco.blogspot.com/</a> </div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313676487851341675.post-15459887666517242382010-12-25T15:45:00.003+00:002010-12-25T19:57:51.110+00:00<div align="justify"><strong>Livro salvador</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify">"Estou em casa a escrever um artigo sobre onde e como é que os senhores parlamentares vão passar o Natal. É um tema apaixonante, e, em suma, com este artigo dar-me-ão o Prémio Nacional de Jornalismo este ano. Embora pareça uma tontaria, leva o seu tempo encher seis páginas, em tom legível e ameno, reproduzindo o que me disseram suas excelências, sobretudo pela originalidade das suas respostas. Fiz um cálculo a olho e concluí que noventa e nove por cento «querem descansar», e que, desses noventa e nove por cento, metade «em casa, com a família e a ouvir música clássica», e a outra metade num «sítio calmo». Há cerca de um por cento que à pergunta «Onde vai no Natal?» (…)" <span style="font-size:78%;">(Godoy, C. R. (1990). <em>Como ser mulher e conseguir sobreviver</em> (Telo, A M., Trad.). Lisboa: Terramar. p.86)</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">P.S. O livro é mesmo muito mau, mas os olhos da minha avó estavam a formular mais uma pergunta "daquelas". Em pezinhos de lã entrei no escritório (para depois fugir para a lareira), puxei um livro e centrei o meu olhar na paginação. Abri no capítulo intitulado de «Alergias natalícias»...</span></div>Jeune Dame de Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999391335106326500noreply@blogger.com0