<?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-8963818143640387483</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:44:11.384-08:00</updated><category term='Geração Tio Patinhas'/><category term='Juke Box'/><category term='Cinemateca Pop'/><category term='vintage break'/><category term='O Pequeno Johnny'/><category term='Tesourinhos Fascinantes'/><category term='Máquina Registrada'/><category term='Novelas da Globo'/><category term='Promo Top 10'/><category term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><category term='Grandes Momentos'/><category term='Lendas do Futebol'/><category term='Eternamente Sporting'/><category term='Séries Inesquecíveis'/><category term='Clássicos MPB'/><category term='Super Pop Portugal'/><category term='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80'/><category term='Velhos Anúncios'/><category term='Flashes Revival'/><category term='Divas de Hollywood'/><title type='text'>A Máquina do Tempo</title><subtitle type='html'>O Regresso aos Anos 80 e Outros Anos Dourados</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8878770397863939887</id><published>2012-01-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:50:26.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máquina Registrada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gekokq6iLX8/TyE9gyxywFI/AAAAAAAADRI/GEo9TVGA0kY/s1600/tv.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gekokq6iLX8/TyE9gyxywFI/AAAAAAAADRI/GEo9TVGA0kY/s400/tv.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701906236823486546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Voltamos a transmitir a partir de 30 de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8878770397863939887?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8878770397863939887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8878770397863939887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8878770397863939887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8878770397863939887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2012/01/regresso-ao-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gekokq6iLX8/TyE9gyxywFI/AAAAAAAADRI/GEo9TVGA0kY/s72-c/tv.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7769905828105497007</id><published>2012-01-11T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:59:11.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandes Momentos'/><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse Apareceu há 80 Anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNajHlCUUts/Tw1bfAPh6eI/AAAAAAAADQ4/NvwQD8ew-Vo/s1600/Mickey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNajHlCUUts/Tw1bfAPh6eI/AAAAAAAADQ4/NvwQD8ew-Vo/s400/Mickey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696309691892754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s parabéns da "Máquina do Tempo" para o Rato Mickey que assinalou ontem, 10 de janeiro, 80 anos desde que foi registado e publicado o primeiro desenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criado pelo mago Walt Disney em 1928, é umas das minhas duas personagens preferidas deste maravilhoso universo.&lt;br /&gt;A outra é o Tio Patinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para recordar o tempo em que nos entretinhamos com as revistas do Donald, Tio Patinhas, Mickey ou Zé Carioca, não perca a &lt;a href="http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/search/label/Gera%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20Tio%20Patinhas"&gt;"Geração Tio Patinhas"&lt;/a&gt;, publicada ocasionalmente aqui na Máquina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7769905828105497007?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7769905828105497007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7769905828105497007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7769905828105497007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7769905828105497007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mickey-mouse-apareceu-ha-80-anos.html' title='Mickey Mouse Apareceu há 80 Anos'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNajHlCUUts/Tw1bfAPh6eI/AAAAAAAADQ4/NvwQD8ew-Vo/s72-c/Mickey.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8341069177261870969</id><published>2012-01-09T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:45:42.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Pop Portugal'/><title type='text'>Super Pop Portugal - Patchouly - Grupo de Baile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;embro-me de ter uns 10 anos, passar pelo então Ciclo Preparatório do Pinhal Novo, e ouvir isto do outro lado da rede.&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de dentro, porque eu ainda andava na 4ª classe e só seguiria para aquele "patamar de educação", meses depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para um puto de 10 anos, os miúdos do Ciclo pareciam ser mais adultos e mais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;, enfim, mais adultos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este "Patchouly" era do que mais se ouvia, nos rádios que eles punham no chão, enquanto ensaiavam as primeiras passas nos primeiros cigarros, os primeiros beijos e o primeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Grupo de Baile, originário do Seixal, vendeu mais de 99 mil cópias do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt; que tinha para além do "Patchouly", o "Já Rockas à Toa" no lado B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engolidos pela vaga do sucesso, só reapareceram muitos anos depois na crista de outra onda, a do revivalismo dos anos 80, que encontra um dos expoentes neste seu/nosso blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mesmo para recordar, que em 2006 o "Grupo de Baile" voltou a tocar na festa de comemoração dos 20 anos do programa "Febre de Sábado de Manhã" de Júlio Isidro onde tocaram os seus dois maiores êxitos em versões não censuradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, numa peça de colecção, oportunidade para ver a loucura do vocalista, e constatar que o solo dos metais deste "Patchouly", não deixam de parecer uma cópia descarada do "Geno" dos Dexys Midnight Runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Po2xYpraAYE" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8341069177261870969?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8341069177261870969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8341069177261870969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8341069177261870969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8341069177261870969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-pop-portugal-patchouly-grupo-de.html' title='Super Pop Portugal - Patchouly - Grupo de Baile'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Po2xYpraAYE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6664858706474856878</id><published>2012-01-09T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:19:37.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gMXY4Ow-qw/TwrpIlSdnsI/AAAAAAAADQs/_UJsmv04cxQ/s1600/Horta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gMXY4Ow-qw/TwrpIlSdnsI/AAAAAAAADQs/_UJsmv04cxQ/s400/Horta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695621012421189314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Horta e vista do Pico, nos Açores, início do Século XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6664858706474856878?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6664858706474856878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6664858706474856878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6664858706474856878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6664858706474856878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2012/01/horta-e-vista-do-pico-nos-acores-inicio.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gMXY4Ow-qw/TwrpIlSdnsI/AAAAAAAADQs/_UJsmv04cxQ/s72-c/Horta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7636729614504387111</id><published>2011-12-30T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T04:47:01.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Globo'/><title type='text'>Novelas da Globo - O Bem Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo_4VTRp-nE/Tv2uvah07YI/AAAAAAAADQg/cAzOcd_8AuE/s1600/bem-amado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo_4VTRp-nE/Tv2uvah07YI/AAAAAAAADQg/cAzOcd_8AuE/s400/bem-amado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691897633664462210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão foi, de todo, uma das minhas novelas preferidas, mas fez sucesso em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bem-Amado foi transmitido em Portugal no final dos anos 70, inspirada numa peça teatral de Dias Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo gira à volta do Prefeito Odorico Paraguaçu, que tem como meta inaugurar um cemitério em Sucupira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No elenco encontramos os nomes de Paulo Gracindo, Lima Duarte, Zilka Salaberry, entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trama era de fino recorte irónico, glosando o poder e a corrupção, e as peripécias em torno da inauguração do cemitério são mais que muitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para obter êxito na inauguração da infraestrutura, Odorico traz de volta a Sucupira um filho da terra:&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Diabo, um pistoleiro redimido, que recebe a missão de matar alguém para a inauguração do cemitério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Diabo era interpretado por Lima Duarte, o actor que, em todo o mundo, mais se parece com o meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São praticamente idênticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar, ainda é um tio emigrado no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kB13-f4C_8Y" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7636729614504387111?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7636729614504387111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7636729614504387111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7636729614504387111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7636729614504387111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/novelas-da-globo-o-bem-amado.html' title='Novelas da Globo - O Bem Amado'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo_4VTRp-nE/Tv2uvah07YI/AAAAAAAADQg/cAzOcd_8AuE/s72-c/bem-amado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-752146690575008043</id><published>2011-12-29T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T04:47:07.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKOous9iwU/TvxhH1xh4cI/AAAAAAAADQU/vQRcVdBUKNw/s1600/Castelo%2Bde%2BAlmourol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKOous9iwU/TvxhH1xh4cI/AAAAAAAADQU/vQRcVdBUKNw/s400/Castelo%2Bde%2BAlmourol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691530816411263426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Castelo de Almourol, em 1902&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-752146690575008043?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/752146690575008043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=752146690575008043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/752146690575008043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/752146690575008043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/castelo-de-almourol-em-1902.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKOous9iwU/TvxhH1xh4cI/AAAAAAAADQU/vQRcVdBUKNw/s72-c/Castelo%2Bde%2BAlmourol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4789083408231678789</id><published>2011-12-28T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:39:00.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Pequeno Johnny'/><title type='text'>O Pequeno Johhnny - Arrábida Encantada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER3F6_m33h8/TvsC-_4PVqI/AAAAAAAADQI/QguwXd25YPs/s1600/arrabida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER3F6_m33h8/TvsC-_4PVqI/AAAAAAAADQI/QguwXd25YPs/s400/arrabida.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691145835435218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt; imagem meio amarelada tem mais de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;O postal no "Vintage Break", antes desta postagem, terá uns 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois captam, em diferentes momentos, do século passado, parte da essência da Arrábida, algo que faz, em pequena escala é certo, parte do meu património emocional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu e os meus pais no velho "Bolinhas", o Mini branco das faixas pretas que foi o primeiro carro a fazer a minha vida avançar mais depressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paisagem lá atrás pertence à eterna Arrábida, nessa altura já meio esventrada com a Secil e as pedreiras, cancros de sempre que ainda hoje representam um estorvo à candidatura daquele santuário da ecologia mediterrânica a  Património Mundial Misto da Unesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lá da fauna e da flora e, óbvio, das encostas recortadas que se debruçam sobre o Sado azul, e que culminam em míticas praias de areias douradas como a Figueirinha, Galapos e o encantador Portinho da Arrábida que parece roubado à Riviera Italiana, para lá disto, escrevia eu, o que fica da Arrábida são mesmo estas voltas de carro, "lá por cima, pela serra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive o privilégio de sempre terem sido feitas em boa companhia, feminina, na maior parte dos casos; amores e paixões que ali deram uma das voltas que a vida dá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4789083408231678789?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4789083408231678789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4789083408231678789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4789083408231678789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4789083408231678789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/arrabida-patrimonio-emocional.html' title='O Pequeno Johhnny - Arrábida Encantada'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER3F6_m33h8/TvsC-_4PVqI/AAAAAAAADQI/QguwXd25YPs/s72-c/arrabida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7474465849113064286</id><published>2011-12-28T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:48:30.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvx6kY-T0G0/TvsB1LO7XwI/AAAAAAAADP8/b1RgMXRdkD8/s1600/Arr%25C3%25A1bida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvx6kY-T0G0/TvsB1LO7XwI/AAAAAAAADP8/b1RgMXRdkD8/s400/Arr%25C3%25A1bida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691144567172849410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrábida, Lapa de Santa Margarida, anos 30 ou 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7474465849113064286?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7474465849113064286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7474465849113064286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7474465849113064286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7474465849113064286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/arrabida-lapa-de-santa-margarida-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvx6kY-T0G0/TvsB1LO7XwI/AAAAAAAADP8/b1RgMXRdkD8/s72-c/Arr%25C3%25A1bida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4409798575386706269</id><published>2011-12-27T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T04:26:09.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divas de Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Divas de Hollywood - Rachel Welch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj6E7aXGUio/TvmwD5S3coI/AAAAAAAADPw/x3tu0GQ2mZ0/s1600/Raquel_Welch-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj6E7aXGUio/TvmwD5S3coI/AAAAAAAADPw/x3tu0GQ2mZ0/s400/Raquel_Welch-007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690773185125380738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;quela que foi uma das mais flamejantes ruivas de Hollywood, nasceu em 1940, em Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Welch tornou-se símbolo sexual dos anos 60 quando emergiu das águas do mar num biquini pré-histórico, de resto retratado na imagem acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ter escolhido mil e uma outras fotos sensuais da bela actriz, mas escolhi esta por toda a sua simbologia e, claro, por ter sido também elemento central na história de "Os Condenados de Shawshank", para mim, o melhor filme de temática prisional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "filme do biquini"era "Quando o Mundo Nasceu", de 1966, e a partir daí ela substituíu Marilyn Monroe como a principal sex symbol à escala global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Juventude, Miss Welch foi também Miss Fotogenia, Miss La Jolla, Miss Contour, Miss Fairest of the Fair e Miss San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua filmografia conhece a melhor fase nos anos 60, até causar alvoroço quando fez cenas de sexo com o actor negro Jim Brown, no filme "100 Rifles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos 70, tentou deixar a imagem de mulher-objecto e nos 80' s voltou-se para a televisão e para os vídeos de exercícios físico, aproveitando a sua imagem de quarentona em boa forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em baixo, pode ver as divertidas imagens das lutas de Rachel Welch com os dinossauros, em "Quando o Mundo Nasceu"/"One Million Years b.C.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga lá, se a bela Rachel não tinha tudo no sítio e se estes dinossauros made in the 60's não são divertidos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RigZ-c7tqY4" allowfullscreen="" width="550" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4409798575386706269?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4409798575386706269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4409798575386706269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4409798575386706269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4409798575386706269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/divas-de-hollywood-rachel-welch.html' title='Divas de Hollywood - Rachel Welch'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tj6E7aXGUio/TvmwD5S3coI/AAAAAAAADPw/x3tu0GQ2mZ0/s72-c/Raquel_Welch-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1558679181993746084</id><published>2011-12-27T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:39:36.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnHb-9JfsEU/TvmuOzuoaHI/AAAAAAAADPY/QfLDOnpYkuA/s1600/Bragan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnHb-9JfsEU/TvmuOzuoaHI/AAAAAAAADPY/QfLDOnpYkuA/s400/Bragan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690771173586528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bragança, jardim público, em 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1558679181993746084?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1558679181993746084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1558679181993746084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1558679181993746084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1558679181993746084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/braganca-jardim-publico-em-1963.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnHb-9JfsEU/TvmuOzuoaHI/AAAAAAAADPY/QfLDOnpYkuA/s72-c/Bragan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4718096279324582768</id><published>2011-12-14T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:51:06.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tesourinhos Fascinantes'/><title type='text'>Tesourinhos Fascinantes - Os Minigames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1paJEED-rJg/TuibIx5VvfI/AAAAAAAADPI/G_Hr_-KAtOo/s1600/Minigame.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1paJEED-rJg/TuibIx5VvfI/AAAAAAAADPI/G_Hr_-KAtOo/s400/Minigame.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685965104690347506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão havia PlayStations ou consolas como há hoje, mas o mundo electrónico já era feito de mudança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os videogames nos anos 80 deixavam de pertencer ao mundo dos jogos de arcadia - penso que é assim que se escreve - , aqueles saudosos monstros encaixotados e cheios de cores, blinks, tirilims e outros sons, que davam modernidade aos cafés ; ou a outros jogados no ecran do televisor com a ajuda de joysticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os minigames eram quase todos japoneses, pouco maiores que um telemóvel (que não existia) feitos de cores apelativas, cinco ou seis botões e quase sempre com um Game A, mais simples, e um Game B, de dificuldade mais elaborada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou a andar nas mãos de toda a gente, mas não me lembro de ter um especialmente bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas invejava os do meu primo José Eduardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sacana tinha dois ou três muito bons, daqueles que davam vontade de passar uma tarde a jogar, até torrar as pilhas de litium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num deles, o jogador jogava ténis com umas bolinhas que saíam de todas as direcções, primeiro uma ou outra, depois quatro ou cinco, até serem cada vez mais e ficarmos a chorar da vista, com os polegares em chamas e à beira de um ataque de epilepsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outro era ainda mais catita e punha o famoso Snoopy a saltar de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Um jogo mesmo bonito, de que tenho muitas saudades, e pelo qual pagaria uma pipa de massa para voltar a tê-lo nas mãos, para voltar a jogar com ele, para voltar a jogar uma tarde inteira sem quaisquer responsabilidades ou restrições, excepto uma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras "Game Over".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4718096279324582768?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4718096279324582768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4718096279324582768' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4718096279324582768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4718096279324582768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tesourinhos-fascinantes-os-minigames.html' title='Tesourinhos Fascinantes - Os Minigames'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1paJEED-rJg/TuibIx5VvfI/AAAAAAAADPI/G_Hr_-KAtOo/s72-c/Minigame.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2909352966369969047</id><published>2011-12-14T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:43:24.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnZzVuAOyM/TuiZvgTLOBI/AAAAAAAADO8/aiPQpL5uYXI/s1600/Coimbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnZzVuAOyM/TuiZvgTLOBI/AAAAAAAADO8/aiPQpL5uYXI/s400/Coimbra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685963570958514194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Universidade de Coimbra, em 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-2909352966369969047?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/2909352966369969047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=2909352966369969047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2909352966369969047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2909352966369969047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/universidade-de-coimbra-em-1925.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lnZzVuAOyM/TuiZvgTLOBI/AAAAAAAADO8/aiPQpL5uYXI/s72-c/Coimbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5870013821142477530</id><published>2011-12-14T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:35:52.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemateca Pop'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca - Tempo de Glória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHt25oQpcI4/TuiVgk0Z0YI/AAAAAAAADOw/naUPILveNdQ/s1600/Glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHt25oQpcI4/TuiVgk0Z0YI/AAAAAAAADOw/naUPILveNdQ/s400/Glory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685958916427075970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unca gostei de filmes de guerra, mas este épico de 1989 foi um dos filmes que mais gostei na década de 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A película recupera os tempos em que os Estados Unidos se dividiam entre Norte e Sul, naquela que ficou conhecida como a "Guerra de Secessão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No filme aborda-se o momento em que os líderes civis e militares do Norte decidem criar o primeiro regimento negro dos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comandados por um oficial branco, numa extraordinária interpretação de Matthew Broderick, os homens do 54º Regimento de Massachusets, lutam pela liberdade e pela cidadania, arriscando as suas vidas em batalhas sangrentas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da guerra - e deste filme - os negros vão conquistando o lugar de verdadeiros soldados, até serem reconhecidos como heróis, embora o final, adiante-se para quem não o viu ou recorde-se para quem o desfrutou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme foi distinguido com três Óscares, destacando-se aqui o de Melhor Actor Secundário para um soberbo Denzel Washington que encarnou o soldado Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8XuUGD7aa3E" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5870013821142477530?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5870013821142477530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5870013821142477530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5870013821142477530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5870013821142477530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinemateca-tempo-de-gloria.html' title='Cinemateca - Tempo de Glória'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHt25oQpcI4/TuiVgk0Z0YI/AAAAAAAADOw/naUPILveNdQ/s72-c/Glory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2930205026986646271</id><published>2011-12-14T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:19:36.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6b9qdSq_0Y/TuiT4502ikI/AAAAAAAADOk/8MtA5B9OT0U/s1600/Viana%2Bdo%2Bcastelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6b9qdSq_0Y/TuiT4502ikI/AAAAAAAADOk/8MtA5B9OT0U/s400/Viana%2Bdo%2Bcastelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685957135359707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viana do Castelo, vista de um miradouro em Santa Luzia, em 1958&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-2930205026986646271?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/2930205026986646271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=2930205026986646271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2930205026986646271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2930205026986646271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/viana-do-castelo-vista-de-um-miradouro.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6b9qdSq_0Y/TuiT4502ikI/AAAAAAAADOk/8MtA5B9OT0U/s72-c/Viana%2Bdo%2Bcastelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6568385245245953421</id><published>2011-12-07T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:20:47.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clássicos MPB'/><title type='text'>Clássicos MPB - Fascinação - Elis Regina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rata-se simplesmente da Melhor Cantora Brasileira de Todos os Tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Assim mesmo, com letras grandes a despeito do seu metro e meio de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de Gal Costa, adoro Adriana Calcanhotto, já vibrei com Daniela Mercury e chorei com Maria Bethânia mas, também para mim, a Elis foi única.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho pena não a ter visto ao vivo, ela que até veio a Portugal, exemplo do vídeo aqui em baixo, no âmbito da tourné "Transversal do Tempo", em 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elis, vulcão em palco e fora dele, desapareceu fisicamente deste mundo cedo demais, aos 36 anos sucumbindo ao álcool e à cocaína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficam, para sempre, hinos belíssimos como este "Fascinação", uma das músicas que cantarolo mais vezes, no duche e fora dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cjNFHV2mxAg" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6568385245245953421?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6568385245245953421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6568385245245953421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6568385245245953421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6568385245245953421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/classicos-mpb-fascinacao-elis-regina.html' title='Clássicos MPB - Fascinação - Elis Regina'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cjNFHV2mxAg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-3307623747686582494</id><published>2011-12-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:50:16.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM0q7wzZ7kY/Tt-Y8AYsklI/AAAAAAAADOY/i0Pz5C8qcek/s1600/S.%2BPedro%2Bdo%2BSul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM0q7wzZ7kY/Tt-Y8AYsklI/AAAAAAAADOY/i0Pz5C8qcek/s400/S.%2BPedro%2Bdo%2BSul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683429411428012626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Termas de S. Pedro do Sul, década de 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-3307623747686582494?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3307623747686582494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=3307623747686582494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3307623747686582494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3307623747686582494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/termas-de-s.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM0q7wzZ7kY/Tt-Y8AYsklI/AAAAAAAADOY/i0Pz5C8qcek/s72-c/S.%2BPedro%2Bdo%2BSul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-118550520007639593</id><published>2011-12-06T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:44:49.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lendas do Futebol'/><title type='text'>Lendas do Futebol - Gomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJn8vq1NVaA/Tt5PAGoFK-I/AAAAAAAADOM/8r62Z3gNppQ/s1600/87_Gomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJn8vq1NVaA/Tt5PAGoFK-I/AAAAAAAADOM/8r62Z3gNppQ/s400/87_Gomes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683066642985462754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oi um dos melhores avançados do futebol português na década de 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegante e letal, Fernando Mendes Soares Gomes, nascido no Porto, a 22 de Novembro de 1956, notabilizou-se ao serviço do F.C. Porto, mas passou ainda por dois Sportings:&lt;br /&gt;O Gijon, em Espanha, e o Sporting Clube de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos "dragões", onde o reinado de Pinto da Costa estava apenas a começar, ganhou praticamente tudo:&lt;br /&gt;Foi campeão nacional por cinco vezes, conquistou uma Taça dos Campeões Europeus, uma Supertaça Europeia, uma Taça Intercontinental e três Taças de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Selecção Nacional marcou 13 golos, sobretudo porque não havia tantos jogos calendarizados como acontece hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Para além de que Portugal falhou, nos anos 80, muitas competições internacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No campeonato nacional foi um autêntico papão, já que marcou 318 golos, 30 no Sporting, e muito gozo deu-me ver este senhor com a camisola leonina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhou seis vezes o troféu de melhor marcador nacional e foi o primeiro português, pós-Eusébio, a conquistar duas Botas de Ouro, consagrando o melhor marcador europeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No video em baixo, Gomes marca um dos golos da vitória frente ao Dínamo de Kiev, nas meia-finais da Taça dos Campeões Europeus que o F.C. Porto viria a ganhar em 1887.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredita-se que marcar este golo, mesmo na fria Kiev, tenha sido como ter um orgasmo, uma das mais célebres analogias futebolísticas, criada, precisamente, por Fernando Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lr0qqxhyaQI" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-118550520007639593?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/118550520007639593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=118550520007639593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/118550520007639593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/118550520007639593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/12/lendas-do-futebol-gomes.html' title='Lendas do Futebol - Gomes'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJn8vq1NVaA/Tt5PAGoFK-I/AAAAAAAADOM/8r62Z3gNppQ/s72-c/87_Gomes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-326750108398671511</id><published>2011-11-14T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T04:56:48.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVwkxXcEc60/TsEP19xOmMI/AAAAAAAADN8/-UzDEyZ3bts/s1600/Set%25C3%25BAbal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVwkxXcEc60/TsEP19xOmMI/AAAAAAAADN8/-UzDEyZ3bts/s400/Set%25C3%25BAbal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674834425252059330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setúbal, Avenida Luísa Todi, em 1909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-326750108398671511?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/326750108398671511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=326750108398671511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/326750108398671511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/326750108398671511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/setubal-avenida-luisa-todi-em-1909.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVwkxXcEc60/TsEP19xOmMI/AAAAAAAADN8/-UzDEyZ3bts/s72-c/Set%25C3%25BAbal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5027292145925771343</id><published>2011-11-11T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:08:37.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - Comanchero - Moon Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eURHXDwLbV4/Tr0cyhg4mUI/AAAAAAAADNw/o1y4vEvo_Ak/s1600/comanchero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eURHXDwLbV4/Tr0cyhg4mUI/AAAAAAAADNw/o1y4vEvo_Ak/s400/comanchero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673722759872026946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;e o kitsch pagasse imposto, ainda hoje os Moon Ray teriam bens penhorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música e o vídeo aí em baixo, "Comanchero", de 1984, representativo exemplo do italo-disco, são a coisinha mais espatafúrdia na história da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar deste rótulo, tenho que acrescentar que esta música, que apresentava no vídeo índios e cowboys em trip de estupefacientes indígenas, fez grande sucesso em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era raro o rapazola que não saía para a rua, confiante e perfumado, pronto para o engate, cantarolando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Com o meu cheiro! Com o meu cheiro, com o meu cheiro... Com o meu cheiro!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se conseguia grande coisa com este método de engate, para além de uma pré-inscrição numa instituição de sanidade mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, este era um guilty pleasure inconfessável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficava mal visto quem dizia que ouvia e gostava deste "Comanchero".&lt;br /&gt;Era motivo para bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/110k5hsSTjo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5027292145925771343?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5027292145925771343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5027292145925771343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5027292145925771343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5027292145925771343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/sucessos-esquecidos-dos-anos-80.html' title='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - Comanchero - Moon Ray'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eURHXDwLbV4/Tr0cyhg4mUI/AAAAAAAADNw/o1y4vEvo_Ak/s72-c/comanchero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8986803239293949825</id><published>2011-11-10T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:33:56.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promo Top 10'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AS MELHORES EQUIPAS DE FUTEBOL DE SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9qc_1V3xLU/TrvGvaXWpLI/AAAAAAAADNk/2BgjLFMWCzQ/s1600/brasil-1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9qc_1V3xLU/TrvGvaXWpLI/AAAAAAAADNk/2BgjLFMWCzQ/s400/brasil-1982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673346673436697778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 de Fevereiro, na "Máquina do Tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8986803239293949825?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8986803239293949825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8986803239293949825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8986803239293949825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8986803239293949825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/brevemente.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9qc_1V3xLU/TrvGvaXWpLI/AAAAAAAADNk/2BgjLFMWCzQ/s72-c/brasil-1982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7998424030947921716</id><published>2011-11-09T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:12:07.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Séries Inesquecíveis'/><title type='text'>Séries Inesquecíveis - MacGyver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu6L7oaoTV4/Trp6DEeq68I/AAAAAAAADNY/ecvgP_rl1eA/s1600/macgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu6L7oaoTV4/Trp6DEeq68I/AAAAAAAADNY/ecvgP_rl1eA/s400/macgyver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672980873787141058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nevitável relembrar aqui na "Máquina" uma das principais séries de aventuras dos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se lembra de se sentar no sofá para assistir às peripécias deste mago das engenhocas, de nome Angus MacGyver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Série criada por Lee David Zlotoff para a ABC, foi transmitida durante sete anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dean Anderson encarnou o ex-agente secreto das forças especiais chamado Angus MacGyver, que conseguia sempre sair das mais complicadas situações, recorrendo à imaginação e aos seus conhecimentos científicos para criar explosivos a partir de pastilhas elásticas, ou agarrar num soutien para transformá-lo em bomba atómica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta última nunca aconteceu, mas como passo a vida a pensar em mamas, tinha que fazer a graçola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos de engenhocas famosas realizadas pelo protagonista durante a série são bombas com pastilha elástica, desarmamento de mísseis com ténis, máquina de soldagem com uma lente de óculos partida, um ovo cozido no radiador, impedir um vazamento químico com chocolate, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terá sido por esta altura que o empresário Manuel Godinho, sucateiro envolvido no caso "Face Oculta", iniciou as suas aventuras tendo por base uma série de esquemas também muito engenhosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HaQvBbzslJE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7998424030947921716?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7998424030947921716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7998424030947921716' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7998424030947921716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7998424030947921716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/series-inesqueciveis-macgyver.html' title='Séries Inesquecíveis - MacGyver'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu6L7oaoTV4/Trp6DEeq68I/AAAAAAAADNY/ecvgP_rl1eA/s72-c/macgyver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5014199515973291697</id><published>2011-11-09T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:56:39.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQCwfHMRmto/Trp4Wh8mKlI/AAAAAAAADNM/4dusF8cQEnU/s1600/Lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQCwfHMRmto/Trp4Wh8mKlI/AAAAAAAADNM/4dusF8cQEnU/s400/Lisboa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672979009091545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisboa, Praça do Comércio, em 1952&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5014199515973291697?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5014199515973291697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5014199515973291697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5014199515973291697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5014199515973291697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/lisboa-praca-do-comercio-em-1952.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQCwfHMRmto/Trp4Wh8mKlI/AAAAAAAADNM/4dusF8cQEnU/s72-c/Lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8158772293800019318</id><published>2011-11-07T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:41:12.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemateca Pop'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca Pop - Willow, na Terra da Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zufLO79icXE/TrfdGlxz0pI/AAAAAAAADNA/mPcIstDnF8s/s1600/Willow.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zufLO79icXE/TrfdGlxz0pI/AAAAAAAADNA/mPcIstDnF8s/s400/Willow.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672245360986411666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ntes do "Senhor dos Anéis", vimos isto nos Anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto era "Willow, na Terra da Magia", uma aventura épica com o cunho de George Lucas e realizado por Ron Howard, gente da sétima arte que fez muitos adolescentes dos anos 80 felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que tenha exultado com as aventuras de um anão mais feio que o rabo peludo de Alberto João Jardim, mas lembrei-me deste filme e tinha que o incluir nos arquivos da "Máquina".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obra de 1988, conta a história de Willow Ufgood, um anão e aprendiz de mágico que conta com a ajuda de Madmartigan, um exímio espadachim, numa guerra contra feiticeiros e monstros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Juntos terão de vencer tudo e todos para salvar uma bebé (que mais tarde será princesa) das mãos de uma terrível rainha, Bavmorda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bavmorda, como o próprio nome indica, não era alguém a que se pudesse estender a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela fazia uso da magia negra para controlar o reino e teme a criança, pois uma profecia diz que ela será o motivo de sua derrota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do filme, passou-se para os jogos de computador e até para os brindes no Toddy, no Brasil, pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Davis, o anão do filme, tem hoje 41 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua com tamanho de 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VR0bHK9_jpA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8158772293800019318?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8158772293800019318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8158772293800019318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8158772293800019318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8158772293800019318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/cinemateca-pop-willow-na-terra-da-magia.html' title='Cinemateca Pop - Willow, na Terra da Magia'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zufLO79icXE/TrfdGlxz0pI/AAAAAAAADNA/mPcIstDnF8s/s72-c/Willow.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-3809573269095649227</id><published>2011-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:24:14.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usph7jiKXzs/Trfbz-M-qLI/AAAAAAAADM0/cfzk2LcPwbw/s1600/Convento%2Bde%2BMafra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usph7jiKXzs/Trfbz-M-qLI/AAAAAAAADM0/cfzk2LcPwbw/s400/Convento%2Bde%2BMafra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672243941613676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Convento de Mafra, em 1832&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-3809573269095649227?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3809573269095649227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=3809573269095649227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3809573269095649227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3809573269095649227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/11/convento-de-mafra-em-1832.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usph7jiKXzs/Trfbz-M-qLI/AAAAAAAADM0/cfzk2LcPwbw/s72-c/Convento%2Bde%2BMafra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5857812593861355154</id><published>2011-10-28T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T04:58:04.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juke Box'/><title type='text'>Juke Box - Hotel California - The Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ais um clássico a rodar na nossa Juke Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera-se que a rodar com som, porque foi complicado surripiar no You Tube um vídeo com áudio desprotegido dos direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última vez que vi, este vídeo ainda tinha o áudio disponível.&lt;br /&gt;Tem legendagem em castelhano, mas foi o que se arranjou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "The Eagles" foram formados em 1971, ou seja, assinalam este ano quatro décadas de carreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este "Hotel California" foi criado em 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre múltiplas interpretações, os Eagles avançam com a sua versão sobre o significado da letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que está relacionada com os excessos vividos nos Estados Unidos da América, durante a década de 70, nomeadamente no seio da indústria discográfica, onde pontificava o hedonismo, a auto-destruição e a ganância.&lt;br /&gt;E o ficcionado Hotel California, seria um sítio com estas características.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto especialmente do final deste tema, quando os acordes das guitarras soltam-se dos seus criadores e fazem o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, esses loucos anos 70!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O2lFbQSCC5Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5857812593861355154?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5857812593861355154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5857812593861355154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5857812593861355154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5857812593861355154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/juke-box-hotel-california-eagles.html' title='Juke Box - Hotel California - The Eagles'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O2lFbQSCC5Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4393060811516993328</id><published>2011-10-26T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:22:14.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWWTLoCTFZI/TqftMnhynNI/AAAAAAAADMY/9HoqRI6YPp4/s1600/Loul%25C3%25A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWWTLoCTFZI/TqftMnhynNI/AAAAAAAADMY/9HoqRI6YPp4/s400/Loul%25C3%25A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667759457093983442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loulé, Monumento ao Engº Duarte Pacheco, 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4393060811516993328?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4393060811516993328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4393060811516993328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4393060811516993328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4393060811516993328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/loule-monumento-ao-eng-duarte-pacheco.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWWTLoCTFZI/TqftMnhynNI/AAAAAAAADMY/9HoqRI6YPp4/s72-c/Loul%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-938905387960187934</id><published>2011-10-25T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:52:57.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geração Tio Patinhas'/><title type='text'>Geração Tio patinhas - A Troca de Revistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezsNdyAzeDE/Tqau3rgIl2I/AAAAAAAADMM/MKpCKvruFLo/s1600/Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezsNdyAzeDE/Tqau3rgIl2I/AAAAAAAADMM/MKpCKvruFLo/s400/Disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667409452685891426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o tempo em que se trocavam revistas Disney, também se trocavam sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;E relembravam-se provérbios antigos, como este:&lt;br /&gt;"A galinha da vizinha é sempre melhor do que a minha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque não se trocavam só cinco ou seis revistas.&lt;br /&gt;Trocavam-se colecções inteiras.&lt;br /&gt;E a dos outros, parecia sempre melhor do que a nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que a minha envergonhasse alguém.&lt;br /&gt;De facto, era tão jeitosinha que o Rui Pedro não a devolveu, o que motivou, meses mais tarde, a grande intifada à vivenda do usurpador de espólio alheio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso fica para outra história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de ter trocado 40 ou 50 livros, com o Quim Paulo, com o "Carocha", com o Nelson, ou com o falecido Sertório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De resto, a colecção sertoriana, uma mescla Disney e Marvel, viajou comigo para o norte do país, garantindo deliciosas horas de leitura na aldeia dos tios do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras colecções famosas, a dos meus tios mais novos, já foram aqui abordadas na rubrica &lt;a href="http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-mapa-dos-tesouros-perdidos.html"&gt;"Flash Revival"&lt;/a&gt;, mas diga-se à laia de conclusão que, o que interessava mesmo, era ter muitas revistas e ler ainda mais, trocando colecções inteiras com amigos, com amigos dos amigos, ou até com estranhos que moravam sabe-se lá onde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As revistas eram carregadas para casa, em pesados sacos de plástico, despejadas na minha cama e organizadas pelo "método guloso", descrito no post &lt;a href="http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/geracao-tio-patinhas-banquetes-de.html"&gt;"Geração Tio Patinhas - Os Banquetes de Quadradinhos"&lt;/a&gt;,  ou seja, revistas fininhas em cima e grossas como os "Disney Especiais", para o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tive o imenso prazer de reencontrar a minha Teresa, tive a grata surpresa de constatar que também ela tinha guardado as suas revistas de Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E digo-vos, caros amigos, poder trocar revistas do Donald e do Tio Patinhas com a namorada é um dos maiores prazeres que um apreciador de banda desenhada pode ter na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Seja na adolescência, ou já chegado aos "enta".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-938905387960187934?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/938905387960187934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=938905387960187934' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/938905387960187934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/938905387960187934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/geracao-tio-patinhas-troca-de-revistas.html' title='Geração Tio patinhas - A Troca de Revistas'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezsNdyAzeDE/Tqau3rgIl2I/AAAAAAAADMM/MKpCKvruFLo/s72-c/Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5385757094789795998</id><published>2011-10-25T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:52:23.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_B2Rzb5kDs/Tqai0KS2fZI/AAAAAAAADL0/62dfXVh83MQ/s1600/Mirandela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_B2Rzb5kDs/Tqai0KS2fZI/AAAAAAAADL0/62dfXVh83MQ/s400/Mirandela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667396198092668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirandela, cheias de 1909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5385757094789795998?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5385757094789795998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5385757094789795998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5385757094789795998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5385757094789795998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/mirandela-cheias-de-1909.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_B2Rzb5kDs/Tqai0KS2fZI/AAAAAAAADL0/62dfXVh83MQ/s72-c/Mirandela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-89474001283865010</id><published>2011-10-24T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:41:32.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velhos Anúncios'/><title type='text'>Velhos Anúncios - Gelados Olá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ustavam 1 escudo mas já ajudavam a refrescar os dias mais quentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Gelados Olá fazem parte dos momentos mais gulosos da vida de todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criados em 1905, por Richard Wall com o nome Wall's, a marca adquiriu outros nomes noutros países, quando se internacionalizou:&lt;br /&gt;"Olá", em Portugal, "Kibon" no Brasil e "Frigo" em Espanha, por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre os que recordam com mais saudades, estão os Epas, com a sua pastilha elástica no fundo, os Pernas de Pau, os Super Maxi e já nos anos 80, os míticos Fizzs e Calippos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida, um tema a merecer uma abordagem mais aprofundada dentro de uns tempos.&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1tEk6WMxyMM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-89474001283865010?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/89474001283865010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=89474001283865010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/89474001283865010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/89474001283865010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/velhos-anuncios-gelados-ola.html' title='Velhos Anúncios - Gelados Olá'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1tEk6WMxyMM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1994142266768454269</id><published>2011-10-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T04:32:15.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSGaSPF_Ih4/TpgdjSWpnqI/AAAAAAAADLk/07zCwXL7WDg/s1600/Figueira%2Bda%2BFoz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSGaSPF_Ih4/TpgdjSWpnqI/AAAAAAAADLk/07zCwXL7WDg/s400/Figueira%2Bda%2BFoz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663309023477866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praia da Figueira da Foz, em 1931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1994142266768454269?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1994142266768454269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1994142266768454269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1994142266768454269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1994142266768454269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/praia-da-figueira-da-foz-em-1931.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSGaSPF_Ih4/TpgdjSWpnqI/AAAAAAAADLk/07zCwXL7WDg/s72-c/Figueira%2Bda%2BFoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2759356543542303568</id><published>2011-10-13T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T04:05:22.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemateca Pop'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca Pop - Arma Mortífera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcmMj6UL7l4/TpbBJrsokAI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8JMUtHxkR4/s1600/maquina-mortifera-foto-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcmMj6UL7l4/TpbBJrsokAI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8JMUtHxkR4/s400/maquina-mortifera-foto-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662925953557893122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;egundo filme de Mel Gibson nesta Cinemateca Pop, ele que foi, sem sombra de dúvida, um dos principais heróis dos filmes de acção nos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel é Martin Riggs, neste filme de 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ousado e com sangue frio, vai ter como companheiro um pacato polícia à beira da reforma, interpretado por Richard Donner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste primeiro filme, a dupla junta-se  numa missão que pretende pôr fim a uma quadrilha internacional de traficantes de drogas composta por ex-militares da guerra do Vietname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para actuar nas cenas de acção de "Lethal Weapon", Mel Gibson teve que aprender três formas de artes marciais: jiu-jitsu, capoeira e o jailhouse rock (uma forma de luta dos escravos americanos).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A cena final do filme, em que Martin Riggs luta durante cinco minutos debaixo de chuva, foi rodada em quatro noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme foi um dos sucessos de bilheteira dos anos 80, o que motivou um "Arma Mortífera" 2, 3 e até um 4, este já em 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; do original "Letal Wheapon" de 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-DhHO_VEWS4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-2759356543542303568?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/2759356543542303568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=2759356543542303568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2759356543542303568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2759356543542303568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinemateca-pop-arma-mortifera.html' title='Cinemateca Pop - Arma Mortífera'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcmMj6UL7l4/TpbBJrsokAI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8JMUtHxkR4/s72-c/maquina-mortifera-foto-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5338822438914003017</id><published>2011-10-13T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:39:46.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thqmOQ-4P9o/Tpa_okK-vKI/AAAAAAAADLA/j5PsWdFMsc0/s1600/Guimar%25C3%25A3es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thqmOQ-4P9o/Tpa_okK-vKI/AAAAAAAADLA/j5PsWdFMsc0/s400/Guimar%25C3%25A3es.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924285090380962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guimarães, Largo 28 de Maio, em 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5338822438914003017?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5338822438914003017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5338822438914003017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5338822438914003017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5338822438914003017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/guimaraes-largo-28-de-maio-em-1953.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thqmOQ-4P9o/Tpa_okK-vKI/AAAAAAAADLA/j5PsWdFMsc0/s72-c/Guimar%25C3%25A3es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4671509349483954537</id><published>2011-10-12T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T04:48:55.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternamente Sporting'/><title type='text'>Eternamente Sporting - Luisinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doH_c8QRQbQ/TpV6gpPm2JI/AAAAAAAADK0/DYML4QhDbVM/s1600/Luisinho.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doH_c8QRQbQ/TpV6gpPm2JI/AAAAAAAADK0/DYML4QhDbVM/s400/Luisinho.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662566807733983378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;uis Carlos Ferreira, o eterno Luisinho, patrão da defesa do Sporting, no final dos anos 80, princípio dos 90, foi um dos mais elegantes defesas centrais que passaram pelo clube leonino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não conquistou qualquer título de verde e branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe faltava qualidade e currículo quando chegou ao Sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteve no Campeonato do Mundo de 1982, disputado em Espanha, onde foi titular em todos os jogos, formando dupla com Óscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou ao Sporting em 1989 já com 30 anos, mas rapidamente impôs a sua classe, cuja principal característica eram os cortes em 'souplesse'.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para além disso, que não é pouco, era inteligente a avaliar cada situação, tinha velocidade para rectificar as imprecisões dos seus colegas, era elegante no desarme e eficaz quando saía a jogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao serviço do Sporting Clube de Portugal, único clube europeu que representou, efectuou 98 jogos oficiais (82 dos quais a contar para o Campeonato Nacional) e apontou 4 golos: um dos mais importantes aconteceu em Bolonha (empate 1-1 na 1ª mão dos quartos-de-final da Taça UEFA de 1990/1991) que facilitou o acesso leonino à meia-final dessa competição, onde seria eliminado pelo Inter de Milão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressou ao Brasil em 1992 para ainda vestir a camisola do Cruzeiro duas épocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2005 foi eleito Secretário do Desporto e Lazer do seu estado-natal Nova Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, alguns momentos de Luisinho com a camisola leonina, incluindo o golo ao Bolonha, quando era Marinho Peres quem treinava a equipa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eqiFDTEKWRc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4671509349483954537?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4671509349483954537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4671509349483954537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4671509349483954537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4671509349483954537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/eternamente-sporting-luisinho.html' title='Eternamente Sporting - Luisinho'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doH_c8QRQbQ/TpV6gpPm2JI/AAAAAAAADK0/DYML4QhDbVM/s72-c/Luisinho.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4719675931984313269</id><published>2011-10-12T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T04:18:23.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iDfXS09eCY/TpV3P1_MIXI/AAAAAAAADKo/KcSaDzH2O7E/s1600/Lamego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iDfXS09eCY/TpV3P1_MIXI/AAAAAAAADKo/KcSaDzH2O7E/s400/Lamego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662563220562125170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamego, Pórtico dos Reis, 1910&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4719675931984313269?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4719675931984313269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4719675931984313269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4719675931984313269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4719675931984313269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamego-portico-dos-reis-1910.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iDfXS09eCY/TpV3P1_MIXI/AAAAAAAADKo/KcSaDzH2O7E/s72-c/Lamego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6831334602090208531</id><published>2011-10-06T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:48:12.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Pop Portugal'/><title type='text'>Super Pop Portugal - Contentores - Xutos &amp; Pontapés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pqrCwWPGBY/To2CMM6GtrI/AAAAAAAADKg/Iy_rC-YCCEE/s1600/Contentores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pqrCwWPGBY/To2CMM6GtrI/AAAAAAAADKg/Iy_rC-YCCEE/s400/Contentores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660323452809557682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ontijo, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de rapazolas pinhalnovenses, esperava pelo autocarro no pequeno parque em frente ao terminal de autocarros.&lt;br /&gt;Sentados em velhos bancos de madeira, conversavam alto, riam à parva, faziam concursos estúpidos como o de olharem fixamente os olhos uns dos outros, até alguém se desmanchar a rir, e ouvia-se um dos sucessos do momento, mais para mais em português:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contentores", dos Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batida começava pujante, rebelde, inebriante, e saía debitada das colunas de um pequeno quiosque de comes e bebes, onde muitas vezes enganei a fome com uma sandes mista e um sumol de laranja, antes do autocarro laranja da rodoviária finalmente arrancar para me levar até ao Pinhal Novo, para o almoço na casa da avó Catarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "Contentores" foram a pedra de toque no álbum que representou a explosão definitiva dos Xutos, o "Circo de Feras", quando se multiplicavam já os gestos de braços cruzados a evocar o símbolo do grupo e até gajada que começava, timidamente, a usar alguns lenços vermelhos atados no pulso, ou ao pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, para muita gente, foram os tempos dourados dos Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés, que contudo, prosseguem imparáveis numa carreira já com mais de 30 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vídeo em baixo, os "Contentores" ao vivo no Campo Pequeno, em 2007, por ocasião dos 20 anos do álbum "Circo de Feras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QXRYZT-JMsQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6831334602090208531?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6831334602090208531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6831334602090208531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6831334602090208531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6831334602090208531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-pop-portugal-contentores-xutos.html' title='Super Pop Portugal - Contentores - Xutos &amp; Pontapés'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pqrCwWPGBY/To2CMM6GtrI/AAAAAAAADKg/Iy_rC-YCCEE/s72-c/Contentores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1180166707767486869</id><published>2011-10-06T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:22:11.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBzauisNW8g/To2AztS9pTI/AAAAAAAADKY/P1r852JjlUg/s1600/Braga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBzauisNW8g/To2AztS9pTI/AAAAAAAADKY/P1r852JjlUg/s400/Braga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660321932495398194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braga, Bom Jesus, em 1908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1180166707767486869?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1180166707767486869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1180166707767486869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1180166707767486869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1180166707767486869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/braga-bom-jesus-em-1908.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBzauisNW8g/To2AztS9pTI/AAAAAAAADKY/P1r852JjlUg/s72-c/Braga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6164889685134615560</id><published>2011-10-05T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T04:22:24.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Pequeno Johnny'/><title type='text'>O Pequeno Johnny - A Televisão da Avozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt66Tkcx3ac/TowzoTHLIpI/AAAAAAAADKQ/KMeLEqPvgdQ/s1600/tv-velha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt66Tkcx3ac/TowzoTHLIpI/AAAAAAAADKQ/KMeLEqPvgdQ/s400/tv-velha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659955599116018322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão seria um modelo igual ao da foto, mas não deveria ser muito diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi na televisão da sala da minha avó Catarina, entre dezenas de livros sobre a qualidade de vida na RDA, e outros exemplos de outras paragens, de como funcionava lindamente o comunismo, que no início dos anos 80 assisti a programas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não me lembro se, nos idos de 1981, 1982, a televisão da avozinha seria já a cores, ou ainda teria uma daquelas folhas de celofane azuis, verdes, ou de uma outra qualquer tonalidade que permitia o acrescento de uma corzinha mais à trilogia preto, branco e cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que interessa para aqui, é mesmo recordar esses intervalos de almoço em que assisti na televisão a momentos preponderantes na história da humanidade como... o casamento de Carlos e Diana ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estava de férias, a 29 de Julho de 1981.&lt;br /&gt;Possivelmente estaria à espera das férias dos meus pais, em Agosto, para rumar com a famelga ao Algarve, mais propriamente a mítica Praia Verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de toda a pompa e circunstância, dos coches enfeitados, das orelhas do príncipe e do ar meio perdido da princesa, que bem cedo parecia trazer sobre si, a aura da fatalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tal facto só era perceptível por mim, num indício de capacidades paranormais jamais exploradas.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser hoje um Professor Bambo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No top 3 dos programa de tv vistos na televisão da sala da avozinha, num nº2, por assim dizer, colocaria a novela "Final Feliz", primeiros acometimentos românticos de uma adolescência feita de paixões na maior parte dos casos platónicas.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser hoje um Pedro sem Inês, um Romeu sem Julieta, um Maradona sem Cocaína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar no astro de futebol, a grande memória televisiva desses tempos, diz respeito a um fabuloso Brasil x Itália do Mundial de 1982, em Espanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecíveis foram as figuras de Zico, Sócrates e Falcão; Zoff, Tardelli e Paolo Rossi.&lt;br /&gt;E claro, a simpática mascote Naranjito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o momento do clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de ser mais um adepto português da selecção brasileira, para passar a ser fã da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squadra Azzurra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixei de passar tanto tempo em casa, para passar tardes inteiras a jogar futebol no bairro.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser hoje um Ronaldo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6164889685134615560?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6164889685134615560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6164889685134615560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6164889685134615560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6164889685134615560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-pequeno-johnny-televisao-da-avozinha.html' title='O Pequeno Johnny - A Televisão da Avozinha'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt66Tkcx3ac/TowzoTHLIpI/AAAAAAAADKQ/KMeLEqPvgdQ/s72-c/tv-velha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5390382478908925426</id><published>2011-10-05T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:32:14.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_RJWB7lvMk/TowxKMZM0VI/AAAAAAAADKI/gAGeMMh3Ryk/s1600/Bombarral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_RJWB7lvMk/TowxKMZM0VI/AAAAAAAADKI/gAGeMMh3Ryk/s400/Bombarral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659952882893246802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quinta dos Loridos, Bombarral, 1916&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5390382478908925426?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5390382478908925426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5390382478908925426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5390382478908925426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5390382478908925426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/10/quinta-dos-loridos-bombarral-1916.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_RJWB7lvMk/TowxKMZM0VI/AAAAAAAADKI/gAGeMMh3Ryk/s72-c/Bombarral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7077712386751318676</id><published>2011-09-29T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T04:29:18.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Globo'/><title type='text'>Novelas da Globo - Cambalacho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SPUZXLOCGY/ToRNuF_dA6I/AAAAAAAADKA/TUPwLdfXkVg/s1600/Cambalacho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SPUZXLOCGY/ToRNuF_dA6I/AAAAAAAADKA/TUPwLdfXkVg/s400/Cambalacho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657732486161826722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;epois de "Guerra dos Sexos" e "Vereda Tropical" a expectativa por mais uma novela com o cunho de Sílvio de Abreu era do tamanho do Evereste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a verdade é que esta "Cambalacho", exibida em Portugal pela RTP em 1987, salvo erro, não desiludiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram 179 capítulos escritos para caracterizar a "situação vergonhosa por que passava o Brasil", segundo o autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A expressão "cambalacho" (esquema; trafulhice) virou moda, mesmo em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco da trama, depois de um rápido &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;copy/paste&lt;/span&gt; da Wikipédia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andréa planeja um crime perfeito para eliminar seu marido, Antero Souza e Silva, e ficar com sua herança.&lt;br /&gt;Só que o testamento remete a fortuna para Leonarda Furtado, a Naná, suposta filha desaparecida de Antero e que vive aplicando cambalachos para sobreviver ao lado de Jerônimo Machado, o Jejê.&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar a culpa que sente por ser trapaceira, Naná leva para sua casa crianças que recolhe nas ruas de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a história tem uma reviravolta com a chegada de Daniela, suposta filha de Naná que morava no exterior e a mãe não via desde pequena.&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhados de Daniela chegam Armandinho e João Pedro, dois vigaristas que se fazem passar por nobres franceses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há a pretensiosa Tina Pepper, fã da cantora Tina Turner, que usa uma peruca para a imitar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma fantástica Regina Casé que roubou todas as cenas em que participou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não era fraco, de todo, o elenco desta novela.&lt;br /&gt;Vejam só:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda Montenegro, Natália do Valle, Suzana Vieira, Cláudia Raia e Joana Fomm, entre outras, nas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ladies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edson Celulari, Maurício Mattar, Marcos Frota, Gianfrancesco Guarnieri, Cláudio Marzo, Marcos Paulo e Lauro Corona, entre outros, nos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma novela que deixa saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UdcBo6nZERY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7077712386751318676?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7077712386751318676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7077712386751318676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7077712386751318676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7077712386751318676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/novelas-da-globo-cambalacho.html' title='Novelas da Globo - Cambalacho'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SPUZXLOCGY/ToRNuF_dA6I/AAAAAAAADKA/TUPwLdfXkVg/s72-c/Cambalacho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5045732031494006031</id><published>2011-09-29T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:50:07.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoqsYxqfGL0/ToRM4wYRoLI/AAAAAAAADJ4/SyvdrfqAPC4/s1600/Castelo%2BBranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoqsYxqfGL0/ToRM4wYRoLI/AAAAAAAADJ4/SyvdrfqAPC4/s400/Castelo%2BBranco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657731569827291314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Castelo Branco, Praça D. Luís I, em 1909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5045732031494006031?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5045732031494006031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5045732031494006031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5045732031494006031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5045732031494006031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/castelo-branco-praca-d.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoqsYxqfGL0/ToRM4wYRoLI/AAAAAAAADJ4/SyvdrfqAPC4/s72-c/Castelo%2BBranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8385078408567340318</id><published>2011-09-29T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:46:33.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - Call Me - Spagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz_Ddm23ebU/ToRLKX4OaVI/AAAAAAAADJw/CKyqxdPEqO8/s1600/Spagna.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz_Ddm23ebU/ToRLKX4OaVI/AAAAAAAADJw/CKyqxdPEqO8/s400/Spagna.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657729673464801618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ais um hipnótico exemplo do que era o Italo-Disco, cheio de sintetizadores e refrões simples e orelhudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spagna fez ecoar este "Call Me" em 1987, ano de lançamento do seu primeiro álbum, e que tinha como primeiro single "Easy Lady".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vídeo, que nunca mais esqueceremos por causa daquele cabelo punk platinado, foi gravado em Notthingham, Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que ficava algo dividido a assistir a este teledisco.&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado sentia atracção pela cantora, por outro achava que ela daria jeito como espanador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spagna tem hoje 55 anos, e ainda canta.&lt;br /&gt;Esteve, por exemplo, no Festival de San Remo, em 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IRDqtdSpmLQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8385078408567340318?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8385078408567340318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8385078408567340318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8385078408567340318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8385078408567340318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/sucessos-esquecidos-dos-anos-80-call-me.html' title='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - Call Me - Spagna'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz_Ddm23ebU/ToRLKX4OaVI/AAAAAAAADJw/CKyqxdPEqO8/s72-c/Spagna.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4727122704381063023</id><published>2011-09-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:37:57.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnaixbTedWc/ToRKQxTcCjI/AAAAAAAADJo/FTfodEJKqE0/s1600/Vidago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnaixbTedWc/ToRKQxTcCjI/AAAAAAAADJo/FTfodEJKqE0/s400/Vidago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657728683857414706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vidago Palace Hoetel, Vidago, 1913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4727122704381063023?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4727122704381063023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4727122704381063023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4727122704381063023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4727122704381063023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/vidago-palace-hoetel-vidago-1913.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnaixbTedWc/ToRKQxTcCjI/AAAAAAAADJo/FTfodEJKqE0/s72-c/Vidago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1573975809465650783</id><published>2011-09-28T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:16:29.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemateca Pop'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca Pop - Splash, a Sereia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrumRWP21i0/ToMKsAVjaCI/AAAAAAAADJg/iCxaMmj9v84/s1600/Splash%252C%2Ba%2Bsereia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrumRWP21i0/ToMKsAVjaCI/AAAAAAAADJg/iCxaMmj9v84/s400/Splash%252C%2Ba%2Bsereia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657377308028397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;m 1984, não tenho a certeza se o Montijo já teria outro cinema para além do Cine-teatro Joaquim de Almeida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez já existisse o Cine Parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, que estudava, na Secundária do Montijo, seriam os dois sítios mais à mão para ver este misto de comédia e fantasia, mas já só vi "Splash, a Sereia" em vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de um filme sobre uma sereia que chega nua a New York, atrás de um homem que ela salvou de um afogamento, e por quem ela se apaixona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das mais engraçadas peripécias do filme, tem precisamente a ver com as tentativas de Madison, a sereia, ( a louríssima Darryl Hannah) de esconder a sua cauda.&lt;br /&gt;O que se revela impossível sempre que ela entra em contacto com a água, motivando o interesse da comunidade científica e as gargalhadas de quem viu o filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks, a paixão da sereia, tornou-se uma estrela de Hollywood a partir deste filme de Ron Howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Splash, a Sereia" foi nomeada para o Óscar do Melhor Argumento, mas não venceu a estatueta do careca dourado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ganhou um Globo de Ouro para a melhor comédia/musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome da sereia, Madison, tornou-se o preferido das jovens mães americanas da época, que baptizaram assim grande parte dos bebés de 1984 e 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uMIsXdoj2vU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1573975809465650783?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1573975809465650783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1573975809465650783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1573975809465650783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1573975809465650783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/cinemateca-pop-splash-sereia.html' title='Cinemateca Pop - Splash, a Sereia'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrumRWP21i0/ToMKsAVjaCI/AAAAAAAADJg/iCxaMmj9v84/s72-c/Splash%252C%2Ba%2Bsereia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4134702836804323193</id><published>2011-09-28T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T04:42:42.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIJtTFWpA7k/ToMH03lReHI/AAAAAAAADJY/egQzka2HUhk/s1600/Almeida%252C%2BQuartela%2Bdas%2BEsquadras%252C%2Bprinc%25C3%25ADpio%2Bdo%2Bs%25C3%25A9culo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIJtTFWpA7k/ToMH03lReHI/AAAAAAAADJY/egQzka2HUhk/s400/Almeida%252C%2BQuartela%2Bdas%2BEsquadras%252C%2Bprinc%25C3%25ADpio%2Bdo%2Bs%25C3%25A9culo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657374161762351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almeida, Distrito da Guarda. Quartel das Esquadras, princípio do Séc. XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4134702836804323193?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4134702836804323193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4134702836804323193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4134702836804323193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4134702836804323193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/almeida-distrito-da-guarda.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIJtTFWpA7k/ToMH03lReHI/AAAAAAAADJY/egQzka2HUhk/s72-c/Almeida%252C%2BQuartela%2Bdas%2BEsquadras%252C%2Bprinc%25C3%25ADpio%2Bdo%2Bs%25C3%25A9culo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6872963254457451811</id><published>2011-09-28T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T04:40:02.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divas de Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Divas de Hollywood - Lana Turner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNWfD9Pft5U/ToMA6GVJSeI/AAAAAAAADJQ/durODANV8t0/s1600/lanaturner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNWfD9Pft5U/ToMA6GVJSeI/AAAAAAAADJQ/durODANV8t0/s400/lanaturner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657366555039189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ma das mais famosas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex symbols&lt;/span&gt; do cinema, nas décadas de 40 e 50, foi descoberta aos 15 anos, quando bebia uma Coca-Cola no "Top Rat Café", em Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana Turner já foi aqui referência a &lt;a href="http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/08/juke-box-lana-roy-orbison.html"&gt;10 de Agosto&lt;/a&gt;, na primeira "Juke Box", já que foi a inspiraçao para uma das mais brilhantes interpretações de Roy Orbison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Carteiro Toca Sempre Duas Vezes" foi o filme mais importante da carreira da bela Lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casou-se e separou-se sete vezes, nenhuma delas com aquele que terá sido o grande amor da sua vida,  Tyrone Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorava gastar dinheiro, principalmente em sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivialidades comparadas com o grande escândalo que em 1958, envolveu a sua filha e um dos seus amantes, o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gangster&lt;/span&gt; Johnny Stompanato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Christina Crane, a filha, assassinou Stompanato com uma faca de cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Stompanato passava a vida a agredir Lana.&lt;br /&gt;Cenas de cinema na vida real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana Turner morreu de cancro na garganta, a 29 de junho de 1995, na Califórnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trailer&lt;/span&gt; de "O Carteiro Toca Sempre Duas Vezes", de 1946, onde contracenou com John Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mi4UaQWN_H8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecbiDMfXhpc/ToMAoconzWI/AAAAAAAADJI/YvhB96Rtg8I/s1600/Lana%2BTurner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6872963254457451811?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6872963254457451811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6872963254457451811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1198575337447193642</id><published>2011-09-28T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:54:15.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qUnGIV6zCw/ToL8oUYp0cI/AAAAAAAADJA/sMqbrA7uRe4/s1600/Macau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qUnGIV6zCw/ToL8oUYp0cI/AAAAAAAADJA/sMqbrA7uRe4/s400/Macau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657361851527844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macau, 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1198575337447193642?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1198575337447193642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1198575337447193642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1198575337447193642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1198575337447193642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/macau-1936.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qUnGIV6zCw/ToL8oUYp0cI/AAAAAAAADJA/sMqbrA7uRe4/s72-c/Macau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4969905125825762203</id><published>2011-09-27T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T03:35:23.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - Jeanny - Falco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z3v-qHu0Qs/ToGmW8smzyI/AAAAAAAADI4/Zc7ERFm7MGc/s1600/Falco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z3v-qHu0Qs/ToGmW8smzyI/AAAAAAAADI4/Zc7ERFm7MGc/s400/Falco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656985520134606626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;oi complicado colar aqui este vídeo protegido (preferiria até a expressão "manietado") em relação aos direitos autorais pela Sony.&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que não o retirem daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos em 1986, quando Falco fez sucesso com este "Jeanny", que nos soava ao mesmo tempo estranho e belo, em língua alemã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vídeo é uma ode ao desespero e à loucura, mas de uma beleza e requinte inegáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cantor morreu à beira de completar 41 anos, na sequência de um acidente de viação, mas ficam temas como "Rock me Amadeus", para a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urw-iutHw5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urw-iutHw5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4969905125825762203?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4969905125825762203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z3v-qHu0Qs/ToGmW8smzyI/AAAAAAAADI4/Zc7ERFm7MGc/s72-c/Falco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5915341573299435847</id><published>2011-09-27T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T03:28:18.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máquina Registrada'/><title type='text'>Velhos Postais Ilustrados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iog7Y76Kpy0/ToGitCfcdWI/AAAAAAAADIw/Bpve1pvgOL8/s1600/Funchal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iog7Y76Kpy0/ToGitCfcdWI/AAAAAAAADIw/Bpve1pvgOL8/s400/Funchal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656981501600626018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funchal, Largo do Município, 1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; partir de agora, e depois das imagens de objectos antigos e de posters de filmes, a "Máquina do Tempo" passa a publicar no "Vintage Break", entre postagens, postais antigos de diversas localidades portuguesas, e outras paragens, recorrendo ao &lt;a href="http://blogdaruanove.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;"Blog da Rua Nove"&lt;/a&gt;, um blog já suspenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já agora, solicita-se ao administrador desse blog que contacte a "Máquina", caso entenda haver algum problema relativo à publicação destes postais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, por cá, continuamos a recordar os Anos 80 e outros anos dourados.&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/8963818143640387483-5915341573299435847?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5915341573299435847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5915341573299435847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5915341573299435847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5915341573299435847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/velhos-postais-ilustrados.html' title='Velhos Postais Ilustrados'/><author><name>João Paulo  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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYgYTis_PK0/TnxhCSLHQII/AAAAAAAADIo/kKNZo-e10nM/s1600/Samantha%2Be%2BSabrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYgYTis_PK0/TnxhCSLHQII/AAAAAAAADIo/kKNZo-e10nM/s400/Samantha%2Be%2BSabrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655501923936583810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xcelentíssimos leitores e leitoras deste blog dedicado à nostalgia dos Anos 80 e de outros anos dourados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem terminámos o nosso primeiro Top 10, o das "Sexy Singers dos Anos 80" e para aqueles que não seguiram a eleição a par e passo, aqui fica a lista completa das 10 mais sexy, e um link para todas as 10 postagens.&lt;br /&gt;Clicando &lt;a href="http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/search/label/Top%2010%20-%20Sexy%20Singers%20Anos%2080"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP SEXY SINGERS ANOS 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Samantha Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Kim Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Wendy James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Debbie Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Kylie Minogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;Laura Branigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "Top 10" vai passar a ser editado no dia 10, de dois em dois meses, por isso, até 10 de Novembro e não se esqueçam de lavar os dentes antes de se deitarem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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temas daqueles bem pirosos e peganhentos para conquistar uma miúda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possivelmente as leitoras deste blog que não têm tendências lésbicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia cassetes de ferro (eram duras para caramba), de crómio, de metal, ou até as que abafavam o ruído, o que foi importante para quem como eu foi ao ponto de usar um gravador de cassetes para gravar músicas da televisão, captando o toque da campainha, os carros a passar, os puns da mãe e até a buzina do padeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas era da rádio que gravávamos a maior parte das músicas que compunham as nossas cassetes que eram depois catalogadas com requinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mais organizadinhos, como eu, numeravam a lombada e até se atreviam a desenhar as capas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que desenhei para o "Thriller" de Michael Jackson estava ao nível daquilo que o meu sobrinho fazia na Escola Primária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eram os "Especiais Anos 80" que eu adorava gravar e etiquetar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estão lá para casa, numa improvisada prateleira no topo do armário onde estão guardadas algumas revistas de Walt Disney e os discos de vinil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na era dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downloads &lt;/span&gt;e música portátil em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-pods&lt;/span&gt; catitas, estou um passo atrás, usando e abusando dos cd´s que mataram as cassetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não era muito complicado matar uma cassete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastava agarrar-lhe na tripa magnética e esventrá-la com requintes de malvadez.&lt;br /&gt;Era um óptimo momento anti-stress desde que a cassete não fosse nossa, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior era quando as caixinhas de música cometiam elas próprias suicídio nas cabeças de leitura e gravação.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei canções do tipo dos Communards convencidíssimo que era o Rod Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando, por fim, o aparelho arrancava a fita,  ficávamos passados e arrancávamos os cabelos, e é por por isso que restam poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Sete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia quem preferisse mandar as fitas para a rua, proporcionando belos efeitos de Carnaval tóxico, graças às serpentinas magnéticas que se viam aqui e ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo um homem da rádio, as cassetes tornaram-se também instrumentos de trabalho, na altura em que se gravavam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rm's &lt;/span&gt;com as declarações dos entrevistados.&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rm's &lt;/span&gt;eram os "registos magnéticos, que nos tempos da Rádio Voz de Setúbal eram gravados nas cassetes promocionais das Selecções do Reader's Digest onde António Sala anunciava "Sucessos Românticos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dedo mindinho aqui do JP, mais pequeno que uma pevide de abóbora, era o suficiente para alinhar a fita e pô-la a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que se fazia?&lt;br /&gt;Colocava-se o dedo mindinho na bobine que tinha menos fita e rodava-se aquela pequena traquitana até deixar o início da fita a meio da superfície de leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram os tempos aúreos do dedo mindinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dominam o dedo do meio -  esticado para gente que nos azucrina a paciência nas estradas - e o polegar, o preferido das gerações mais jovens para jogar, enviar sms's ou pedir boleia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia também, claro, as cassetes vídeo, esses enormes matrafolhos parecidos com tijolos, mas sobre essas velharias escreverei num outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o duplo deck da aparelhagem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knockout &lt;/span&gt;e o auto-rádio do carro, idem, aliás todo o carro idem, resta-me olhar para as velhas cassetes enfileiradas como se fossem guerreiros de terracota de outras batalhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mas parece que a verdade é muito mais panisga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o livro "Verdade Tropical", escrito por Caetano, “O leãozinho” é  uma canção de ternura para um moço bonito do signo de Leão que toca  contra-baixo em bandas de rock desde menino e que era menino quando os Beatles estava no auge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais concretamente, seria para o contrabaixista dos Novos Baianos, Dadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica então, em imagens com mais de 30 anos, o nosso "Leãozinho" de Rabetano Panisgoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MZY32Nrjqlc" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-962997216434667012?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 1 - Samantha Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXyzLxSRfjw/Tnsh9UDAmlI/AAAAAAAADIA/W50JZWeHV6w/s1600/fox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXyzLxSRfjw/Tnsh9UDAmlI/AAAAAAAADIA/W50JZWeHV6w/s400/fox2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655151094330858066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;stávamos em 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas televisões lá de casa, Samantha Fox aparecia com os seus míticos micro-calções de ganga a sussurrar "touche me, I wanna feel your body" e eu percebia, enfim, porque é que se dizia que a vaca Cornélia tinha fascinado a geração dos meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;Estava a acontecer outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A louraça que espicaçou o mundo nos anos 80, em especial pelo magnifíco par de mamas, há que dizê-lo, nasceu a 15 de Abril de 1966, há 45 anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Anos 80 foram os seus anos dourados e não havia homem heterosexual que não tivesse uma erecção à conta daquela vaqui... lourinha, cujo maior talento era mesmo o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airbag &lt;/span&gt;capaz de salvar qualquer família que num Smart chocasse com um camião TIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Décadas depois, vem-se a saber que, a despeito - cá está - de entesar toda a ala maculina de uma banda de eunucos, a nossa Sam até gosta mais de gajas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma maluca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em baixo, para recordar tardes ressabiadas dedicadas a práticas anti-stress, ressuscitamos o mega-hit "Touch Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vídeo para imortalizar, não as duas ogivas nucleares que a Samantha Fox traz ao peito, mas os tais calções de ganga comprados numa loja de saldos em Liliput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que uma vez, no Algarve, nos tempos de campismo, vi numa daquelas hiper-motorizadas que só os turistas alemães tinham, um autocolante com a nossa Samantha exactamente em cima de uma mota, com o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;derriére&lt;/span&gt; espetado nuns mini-calções de ganga criteriosamente rasgados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia não foi preciso armar a tenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yYDa8_Bq1HQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_w4kVsEPdE/Tnsg3WGYLmI/AAAAAAAADHw/dV0c214v6jM/s1600/foxx0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiTshx_NDz8/TnsW1-fh32I/AAAAAAAADHQ/d5-hlWTQNoQ/s1600/Mladenov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiTshx_NDz8/TnsW1-fh32I/AAAAAAAADHQ/d5-hlWTQNoQ/s400/Mladenov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655138873657909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;oi um dos melhores estrangeiros a actuar em Portugal na década de 80, na altura em que os búlgaros eram mesmo bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mladenov brilhou mais com as cores de um dos meus clubes favoritos em Portugal, o Belenenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1989, os azuis, comandados por Mladenov, foram passando eliminatórias na Taça de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Na final, o Belenenses venceu o Benfica por 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mladenov não jogou a final mas fica para a história o único troféu do búlgaro em solo lusitano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No princípio da década de 90, ainda alinhou no Vitória de Setúbal, no Estoril e Olhanense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez furor ao lado de jogadores como Mapuata e Chico Faria no Belenenses, ou Yekini, no Vitória de Setúbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mundial de 1986, a selecção búlgara, ode pontificava Mladenov, deixou boa imagem, mas foi em 1994 que os búlgaros conseguiram um quarto lugar no Mundial de Itália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Mladenov retirado, era a vez de Stoichkov e Balakov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em baixo, recordamos Stoycho Mladenov em fotos e vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ddQOJtBUWNE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-717320033680765674?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 2 - Kim Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg32EZjHklo/TnnbeKVwSzI/AAAAAAAADHA/bEpbTgKSZu4/s1600/kimwilde07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg32EZjHklo/TnnbeKVwSzI/AAAAAAAADHA/bEpbTgKSZu4/s400/kimwilde07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654792118358526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;eu Deus, como esta beldade britânica, nascida em terras de Sua Majestade, era adorada nos anos 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de Kim Wilde - que evocava Michelle Pfeiffer e ainda mais Kim Basinger - era como uma vistosa caixinha de música que primeiro chama a atenção p'lo requinte da decoração, e que depois ainda surpreende com música bastante agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse um doce de pastelaria seria uma queijadinha de Sintra com uma pitada de pimenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri-a tarde de mais, já no declínio de carreira, como aconteceu, de resto, com a doce Kate Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, à distância, é kurioso verifikar ke, kantoras ke tivessem "K" no nome, estavam destinadas ao sucesso. Kim Carnes, Kate Bush, Kim Wilde, Kylie Minogue, Kamantha Fox, Kabrina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Wilde nasceu em Chiswick (Inglaterra) em 1960.&lt;br /&gt;É já cinquentona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filha de Marty Wilde, cantor de sucesso nos anos 50, o seu maior &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; foi o clássico "Kids In America", em 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema "You Came", que fui buscar ao supermercado audiovisual do YouTube, é de 1988 e surge no ocaso da carreira mas Kim, casada e com dois filhos no currículo familiar, ainda mexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexe em flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentou programas de televisão de jardinagem e publicou livros sobre o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil seria perceber que, uma flor assim, seria entendida em jardins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em "You Came", um dos temas mais dançáveis da pop orelhuda dos anos 80, surge em palco, viçosa e segura, com umas apertadas calças brancas, género corsário, bamboleia-se e seduz a vasta audiência de forma natural, como quem não quer a coisa, inocentemente, 'tadinha, como se não houvesse espelhos lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meio surgem imagens da vida na estrada, como se de um documentário se tratasse e, apesar dos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pixels&lt;/span&gt; gastos pelo tempo, tudo parece quase celestial, quase perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muito fresquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, é só porque tenho a janela aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RqCLGWz9-SE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zrNoOVpM4o/TnnavOpgf6I/AAAAAAAADGw/lKT12XC9Lqc/s1600/Kim%2BWilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8972882832863298075?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8972882832863298075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8972882832863298075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8972882832863298075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8972882832863298075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/m-eu-deus-como-esta-beldade-britanica.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 2 - Kim Wilde'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg32EZjHklo/TnnbeKVwSzI/AAAAAAAADHA/bEpbTgKSZu4/s72-c/kimwilde07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1140279836889131849</id><published>2011-09-21T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:33:29.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0W01ny6uhc/TnnZgUDdmcI/AAAAAAAADGo/-8Qf-sqLalo/s1600/Macacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAyTyGJBhCw/TniLnCXDXCI/AAAAAAAADGg/w_DdrP9R14s/s400/shogun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654422834928376866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;m 1980 ou 1981, não me recordo, a RTP transmitiu em Portugal a série "Shogun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família reunia-se ao serão para seguir as aventuras  do Major John Blackthorne (Richard Chamberlain) no Japão feudal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que os primeiros episódios foram os mais interessantes, depois o interesse esmoreceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mini-série americana teve 10 episódios de 60 minutos cada, que transportam-nos até ao Século XVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Major John Blackthorne, que comandava um navio inglês que é destruído ao largo da costa japonesa, vê-se obrigado a negociar com os dois homens mais poderosos do Japão desse tempo, Toranaga e Ishido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos lutam pelo título de "shogun", que garante o maior poder sobre o Japão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, Blackthorne, que tinha a ideia dos japoneses serem cruéis e selvagens, vai conseguindo vê-los como humanos, depois como iguais, até acabar por considerá-los superiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackthorne sofre uma aculturação, torna-se um guerreiro samurai e, no final da série, é um peão nas mãos de um senhor de guerra, um inglês limitado pelas memórias esmorecidas de uma cultura que é passado e que toma como seus os hábitos da cultura japonesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Chamberlain foi um dos reis das séries nos Anos 80, tal como Jane Seymour na ala feminina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos seus inúmeros papéis de galã, como por exemplo em "Dr. Kildare", Chamberlain foi mais um que mais tarde veio se assumir como homossexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O protagonista de "Shogun", actualmente com 77 anos, vive no Hawai, e diz-se que sabe manejar lindamente o sabre do companheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z3iR7jXN9Sg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5376831209662743913?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5376831209662743913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5376831209662743913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5376831209662743913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5376831209662743913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/series-inesqueciveis-shogun.html' title='Séries Inesquecíveis - Shogun'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAyTyGJBhCw/TniLnCXDXCI/AAAAAAAADGg/w_DdrP9R14s/s72-c/shogun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-9044200204384285765</id><published>2011-09-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T05:45:48.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOVPK_Esixg/TniKxqqpD2I/AAAAAAAADGY/9KAs4A9snAg/s1600/Kill%2BBill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOVPK_Esixg/TniKxqqpD2I/AAAAAAAADGY/9KAs4A9snAg/s400/Kill%2BBill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654421918035021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-9044200204384285765?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/9044200204384285765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=9044200204384285765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/9044200204384285765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/9044200204384285765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_4299.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOVPK_Esixg/TniKxqqpD2I/AAAAAAAADGY/9KAs4A9snAg/s72-c/Kill%2BBill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8392096615576641108</id><published>2011-09-20T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T04:40:42.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singer dos Anos 80 - Nº 3 - Sisters Wilson (Heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Unci7WoVM6g/Tnh5AOwLk_I/AAAAAAAADGQ/nvxkHD_yvR8/s1600/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Unci7WoVM6g/Tnh5AOwLk_I/AAAAAAAADGQ/nvxkHD_yvR8/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654402377030800370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ma loura e uma morena, como cantava o Marco Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 3º lugar do nosso Top 10 das Sexy Singers dos Anos 80, temos não uma, mas duas beldades. Irmãs.&lt;br /&gt;Ui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann, a morena, e Nancy, a loura, são a cara e o corpo desta banda de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard rock&lt;/span&gt; que, embora só conhecesse o sucesso à escala global nos anos 80, já vinha desde os anos 70, com influências de grupos como, imagine-se, os Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o tempo das calças à boca de sino e dos cabelos ninhos de rato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos 80, as meninas ficaram mais calmas e conquistaram os tops com as suas baladas.&lt;br /&gt;E com as suas curvas perfeitas dignas do Grande Prémio do Mónaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo do mega hit recuperado aqui em baixo, Ann Wilson tinha 35 anos e a sua maninha loura 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quase na idade da reforma, ainda cantam em festivais por esse mundo fora.&lt;br /&gt;A Ann mais cheinha, a Nancy ainda toda dentro do prazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vídeo em baixo, para além da garra habitual que punham nas suas actuações, há também alguns efeitos especiais de pirotecnia, sendo que os melhores são causados pelo soberbo par de pernas de Nancy Wilson, cotado à época como poderoso afrodisíaco, lado a lado com o pau de Cabinda e túbaros de bovinos mais incautos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui, o que eu delirava com a visão destas meninas no velho Grundig lá da sala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as manas Wilson apareciam a tocar, eu tocava-me também, mesmo sem perceber nada de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KE5GGMhmo-M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8392096615576641108?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8392096615576641108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8392096615576641108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8392096615576641108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8392096615576641108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singer-dos-anos-80-n-3.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singer dos Anos 80 - Nº 3 - Sisters Wilson (Heart)'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Unci7WoVM6g/Tnh5AOwLk_I/AAAAAAAADGQ/nvxkHD_yvR8/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7725633377182903484</id><published>2011-09-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:54:42.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GzUBJ_sgVU/Tnhw04_F0kI/AAAAAAAADGI/OvNuM3_3404/s1600/Excalibur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GzUBJ_sgVU/Tnhw04_F0kI/AAAAAAAADGI/OvNuM3_3404/s400/Excalibur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654393386116174402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7725633377182903484?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7725633377182903484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7725633377182903484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7725633377182903484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7725633377182903484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GzUBJ_sgVU/Tnhw04_F0kI/AAAAAAAADGI/OvNuM3_3404/s72-c/Excalibur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5834612270551146145</id><published>2011-09-19T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:12:25.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 4 - Wendy James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9z728O0lU/TndYJsYpEBI/AAAAAAAADGA/VsFRQIQYy9o/s1600/Wendy_James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9z728O0lU/TndYJsYpEBI/AAAAAAAADGA/VsFRQIQYy9o/s400/Wendy_James.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654084780743528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;inda se lembra da lourinha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pin-up&lt;/span&gt; dos Transvision Vamp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy James era o tesãozinho da minha juventude e eu amaranhava pelas paredes quando a lourinha tipo porta-chaves aparecia naqueles vídeos do "Countdown", mais do que a cantar, a ronronar, a seduzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascida em 1966, tem agora 45 anos, mas tinha uns loucos 22, quando atiçava desejos em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; como a do video lá em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcançou o sucesso com os Transvision Vamp que duraram três álbuns e depois puf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o grupo pouco mais tinha que a sua imagem, a sua voz rouca, e as suas poses eróticas, Wendy meteu as belas pernocas ao caminho e embarcou numa carreira a solo que nunca chegou a bom porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1993, Wendy gravou o seu primeiro e único álbum a solo, todo ele composto por Elvis Costello e todo ele ignorado por crítica e público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, no inebriante "I Want Your Love", começamos com a Wendy a chegar de carro, vestida à Miss Daisy, toda em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;, como se fosse uma bem sucedida empresária, com um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy singer &lt;/span&gt;numa banda de garagem.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende como se faz Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela chega-se junto da banda e solta a voz.&lt;br /&gt;E o fatinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que cantava ela? "I Want Your Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sou comprometido, outro que avance e conte como foi.&lt;br /&gt;Da maneira como ela se contorce, parece-me que será tempo bem empregue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da canção: Wendy canta (sobretudo grita e sussurra) que não quer dinheiro, promessas, discos, estrelas e sim, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas e só, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, uma intenção demasiado melada e sem perspectivas de futuro para convencer os homens da troika, mas capaz de enganar muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UH1Rs6LSvBs" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5834612270551146145?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5834612270551146145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5834612270551146145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5834612270551146145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5834612270551146145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n-4.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 4 - Wendy James'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ9z728O0lU/TndYJsYpEBI/AAAAAAAADGA/VsFRQIQYy9o/s72-c/Wendy_James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4433249284701410689</id><published>2011-09-19T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:44:09.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OwdwLmyKlE/TndVFqo_LJI/AAAAAAAADF4/iY0pvJ1rIjg/s1600/E%2BTudo%2Bo%2BVento%2BLevou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OwdwLmyKlE/TndVFqo_LJI/AAAAAAAADF4/iY0pvJ1rIjg/s400/E%2BTudo%2Bo%2BVento%2BLevou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654081413020855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4433249284701410689?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4433249284701410689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4433249284701410689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4433249284701410689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4433249284701410689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OwdwLmyKlE/TndVFqo_LJI/AAAAAAAADF4/iY0pvJ1rIjg/s72-c/E%2BTudo%2Bo%2BVento%2BLevou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2659011800953016446</id><published>2011-09-16T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T04:04:58.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº5 - Nena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIs3Xh1btyo/TnMqWaseTPI/AAAAAAAADFw/4qwgZh95aE8/s1600/Nena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIs3Xh1btyo/TnMqWaseTPI/AAAAAAAADFw/4qwgZh95aE8/s400/Nena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652908521891450098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;epois da Sabrina, vamos continuar a falar de balões.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez daqueles a sério que se enchem com o ar soprado com toda a força dos pulmões, isto para quem não fuma desalmadamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos a Manuela Bravo e o mítico "Sobe, Balão Sobe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos a Nena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que gira que era a Nena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cantora alemã que tanto sucesso fez nos anos 80 com o "99 Red Baloons" ou em alemão "99 Luftbaloons", já tem 51 aninhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seu verdadeiro nome Gabriele Susanne Kerner, a senhora mantém o olhar azul que fazia suspirar os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teenagers&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi même&lt;/span&gt;, mas hoje seria ridículo vê-la aos saltos a contar 99 balões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na década de 80, na frescura dos seus vinte e tal anitos, a linda Nena dava cara e corpo a centenas de posters colados nas paredes do quarto, ao jeito de altares de devoção, capazes de suscitar uma das grandes questões da juventude de então:&lt;br /&gt;Quem é mais bonita?&lt;br /&gt;A Nena ou a Maitê Proença?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu voto ia para a brasileira, mas essa não cantava, só encantava, por isso, já a seguir, surripiado uma vez mais ao YouTube, recordamos os "99 Red Baloons" de Nena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em termos de malandrice, o vídeo é fraquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bela da Nena saltita em calças de ganga apertadas e é tudo, exceptuando, talvez, aquela cara de menina perdida na feira, como quem lamuria "ai, onde é que estão os meus balões? Ainda agora tinha aqui 99 balões, com o caraças! Tu queres ver que eu vou chorar porque perdi os 99 balões? Chuiff..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Top 10 regressa segunda-feira com a lista das quatro cantoras mais sexy dos Anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/14IRDDnEPR4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-2659011800953016446?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/2659011800953016446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=2659011800953016446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2659011800953016446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/2659011800953016446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n5-nena.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº5 - Nena'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIs3Xh1btyo/TnMqWaseTPI/AAAAAAAADFw/4qwgZh95aE8/s72-c/Nena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8858568355198665109</id><published>2011-09-16T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:39:26.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQRPzp9tNk/TnMnO6ntffI/AAAAAAAADFo/-zCBmiomoLk/s1600/Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQRPzp9tNk/TnMnO6ntffI/AAAAAAAADFo/-zCBmiomoLk/s400/Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652905094487571954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8858568355198665109?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8858568355198665109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8858568355198665109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8858568355198665109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8858568355198665109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_3527.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PQRPzp9tNk/TnMnO6ntffI/AAAAAAAADFo/-zCBmiomoLk/s72-c/Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8754336010994940956</id><published>2011-09-16T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:37:45.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juke Box'/><title type='text'>Juke Box - S. Francisco - Scott McKenzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imagem surge a preto e branco, despojada, relevando a voz de Scott McKenzie e um dos clássicos da música mais aclamados de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S. Francisco", pátria hippie nos anos 60 e ainda hoje na linha da frente no que concerne à liberdade de escolhas, ouve-se há décadas como autêntico momento zen, paliativo desta vida feita a correr, exigente e madrasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenzie, nascido em 1939, não teve outro êxito como este, em 1967.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos a solo, já que esteve depois no famoso "The Mamas and The Papas" que não, não era publicidade a farinhas lácteas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma moedinha?&lt;br /&gt;Ponha então na nossa Juke Box para ouvir este "S. Francisco".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e se lá for não se esqueça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g_HhwinPw-M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8754336010994940956?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8754336010994940956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8754336010994940956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8754336010994940956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8754336010994940956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/juke-box-s-francisco-scott-mckenzie.html' title='Juke Box - S. Francisco - Scott McKenzie'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g_HhwinPw-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4712221339828308194</id><published>2011-09-16T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:23:04.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGDNXTwOXFo/TnMjcpxaIQI/AAAAAAAADFg/MbAViMaBlM0/s1600/The%2BFountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGDNXTwOXFo/TnMjcpxaIQI/AAAAAAAADFg/MbAViMaBlM0/s400/The%2BFountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652900932436500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4712221339828308194?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4712221339828308194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4712221339828308194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4712221339828308194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4712221339828308194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGDNXTwOXFo/TnMjcpxaIQI/AAAAAAAADFg/MbAViMaBlM0/s72-c/The%2BFountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8561503511603413467</id><published>2011-09-15T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:16:22.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 6 - Debbie Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VjtxoyFNlI/TnH8bE5EX4I/AAAAAAAADFY/tgCV_Bjqi2s/s1600/blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VjtxoyFNlI/TnH8bE5EX4I/AAAAAAAADFY/tgCV_Bjqi2s/s400/blondie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652576549426454402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara quem, assim chegado ao ouvido, o nome Debbie Harry não faça soar campainhas, explica-se que foi (e ainda é) a voz e o corpo dos Blondie, que cantaram "Call Me", "Heart of Glass" ou neste século, o hit "Maria".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos a falar de uma das cantoras mais lânguidas dos Anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;As suas performances pareciam um convite declarado para uma rapidinha no quarto mais à mão.&lt;br /&gt;Ou num vão de escada.&lt;br /&gt;Ou no elevador, na mesa da cozinha, no jardim, tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que parece, esta avozinha da pop - fez 66 anos no dia 01 de Julho - também fez uma perninha (e que perninha, quer uma quer outra) na televisão e no cinema, tendo participado em mais de 30 filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a ser uma das coelhinhas da Playboy, o que é para mim um surpresa tão grande, como a que sinto quando o sol desaparece todos os dias e se torna noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, não é para estar aqui com considerações machistas, mas repete-se que, entre todas as que passaram e passarão ("passarão"?! Piu, piu?) a Debbie era a que tinha mais ar de... ann... lascívia, digamos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não confundir com lixívia por causa da cor do cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie era verdadeiramente sexy.&lt;br /&gt;E agora desatava para aqui a escrever os termos mais ordinários da história dos blogues, mas com respeito aos cinco dias que passei na catequese, vou desde já passar à frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilustrar todo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o sex-appeal&lt;/span&gt; da vocalista dos Blondie, escolhi o clássico "Heart of Glass" que eu considero uma das melhores músicas de sempre dos anos 80, apesar de ser 1979 a data de edição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A batida disco é irresistível, a voz de Debbie estava no auge e, se o teledisco, clip ou vídeo como lhe quiserem chamar não oferece nada de novo em comparação com outros do género, é pelo menos exemplificativo do que era a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blondie &lt;/span&gt;dos Blondie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lume brando em palco, que vai aquecendo, até a imaginação entrar em ebulição evocando outros palcos e outras cantigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WGU_4-5RaxU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Ny-dM275c/TnH7xwX7a-I/AAAAAAAADFQ/Q9eoBCBjn7o/s1600/Debbie_Harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8561503511603413467?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8561503511603413467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8561503511603413467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8561503511603413467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8561503511603413467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n-6.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 6 - Debbie Harry'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VjtxoyFNlI/TnH8bE5EX4I/AAAAAAAADFY/tgCV_Bjqi2s/s72-c/blondie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4418194612859559061</id><published>2011-09-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:15:29.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpq-ZXvb8Tg/TnH6WYfV2pI/AAAAAAAADFI/2lXQGeNqdKs/s1600/Zodiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpq-ZXvb8Tg/TnH6WYfV2pI/AAAAAAAADFI/2lXQGeNqdKs/s400/Zodiac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652574269764655762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4418194612859559061?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4418194612859559061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4418194612859559061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4418194612859559061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4418194612859559061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpq-ZXvb8Tg/TnH6WYfV2pI/AAAAAAAADFI/2lXQGeNqdKs/s72-c/Zodiac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-7478172986606404877</id><published>2011-09-14T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T04:19:47.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemateca Pop'/><title type='text'>Cinemateca Pop - The Goonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBCOEi9kq90/TnCNMsj8MoI/AAAAAAAADFA/eG2ffjUCZ3g/s1600/goonies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBCOEi9kq90/TnCNMsj8MoI/AAAAAAAADFA/eG2ffjUCZ3g/s400/goonies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652172781609824898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;uma altura em que ainda dá que falar "Super 8", a "Máquina do Tempo" exibe na "Cinemateca Pop" outra grande aventura cinéfila com elenco juvenil, "Goonies", de 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda penso que tenho para lá este filme gravado numa velha VHS, embora a figura do mais disforme dos vilões Fratelli - tal como a mãe de resto, uma das actrizes mais horrorosas de Hollywood - continue a provocar-me náuseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Goonies", tal como "Super 8", foi produzido por Steven Spielberg e realizado por Richard Donner, tendo sido escrito por Chris Columbus, um dos magos da ficção para jovens nos anos 80 e 90. Relembre-se o "Sozinho em Casa", por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um breve resumo de "The Goonies", um sucesso nos anos 80:&lt;br /&gt;Depois de encontrar um mapa do tesouro no sótão de sua casa, Mickey, Brand, Bocas (Mouth), Data) e Chunk partem em busca do tesouro de Willy, um antigo pirata, salvo erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntam-se ainda Andy e Stef, que seguem o grupo por cavernas e caminhos subterrâneos, onde encontram uma família de bandidos italianos, Os Fratelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A acção culmina num velho navio pirata, econdido dezenas de metros debaixo da terra, com a descoberta de dobrões de ouro e o castigo dos Fratelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's look at the trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pWgc8Ute2tU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-7478172986606404877?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/7478172986606404877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=7478172986606404877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7478172986606404877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/7478172986606404877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/cinemateca-pop-goonies_14.html' title='Cinemateca Pop - The Goonies'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBCOEi9kq90/TnCNMsj8MoI/AAAAAAAADFA/eG2ffjUCZ3g/s72-c/goonies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5736173546632856916</id><published>2011-09-14T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T04:15:56.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FnEudUo0yLM/TnCMz67WY4I/AAAAAAAADE4/CmU4dqZkKjc/s1600/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-fYS4sidIw/TnBzeiGzAXI/AAAAAAAADEo/8Bj9qe1b3PQ/s400/Kylie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652144500738556274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o nº7 do nosso Top 10 das Sexy Singers dos Anos 80, temos a bela presença de Kylie Minogue, essa bonequinha australiana de metro e meio de altura que, depois de vencido um cancro da mama, está aí para as curvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que curvas! Tudo muito compactozinho para ser mais fácil arrumar lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos 80, Kylie Minogue, em português "Carla Minorca", ainda não era a "bomba sexual" que é hoje, mas lourinha, de olhos azuis, fazia ainda assim suspirar os adolescentes de então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actriz da famosa série "Neighbours" que chegou a ser transmitida pela RTP nos anos 80, Kylie foi mais tarde convidada para revisitar o tema "Locomotion" cujo vídeo surripiei ao YouTube e está aí em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o seu primeiro hit numa altura em que Kylie ainda não tinha 20 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiram-se mil e um sucessos, travessias no deserto e sempre grandes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comebacks&lt;/span&gt; assentes num dos maiores casamentos voz/corpo da música pop.&lt;br /&gt;Miminhos para os olhos e os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre este "Locomotion", o vídeo, não há muito por dizer até porque já todos conhecemos de cor as imagens de marca dos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão cá todas: cantoras bonitas com glamour, permanentes que obrigavam cabeleireiros a horas extraordinárias, grafittis berrantes nas paredes, coreografias de gosto discutível, pop melódica, modelitos copiados do "Flashdance" e da série "Fama" e muita, mas mesmo muita boa onda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal sabiam eles que 20 anos depois andaria tudo deprimido, com a falta de tostões na algibeira.&lt;br /&gt;Adiante, mais vale ouvir algo positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie, Miss Hobbit:&lt;br /&gt;Dá-lhe gás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5bboq7-2qKU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1360363752347483155?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1360363752347483155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1360363752347483155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1360363752347483155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1360363752347483155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n-7.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 7 - Kylie Minogue'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-fYS4sidIw/TnBzeiGzAXI/AAAAAAAADEo/8Bj9qe1b3PQ/s72-c/Kylie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-526148065990229016</id><published>2011-09-14T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:12:49.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDU-Tn7aaC4/TnBv9O6dkUI/AAAAAAAADEQ/VZOQBOgiwIY/s1600/Perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDU-Tn7aaC4/TnBv9O6dkUI/AAAAAAAADEQ/VZOQBOgiwIY/s400/Perfume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652140630115979586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-526148065990229016?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/526148065990229016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=526148065990229016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/526148065990229016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/526148065990229016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDU-Tn7aaC4/TnBv9O6dkUI/AAAAAAAADEQ/VZOQBOgiwIY/s72-c/Perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6172100339756984157</id><published>2011-09-13T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T05:03:33.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geração Tio Patinhas'/><title type='text'>Geração Tio Patinhas - Banquetes de Quadradinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zr41frtXmeQ/Tm9Dv8eC4HI/AAAAAAAADEI/TybqgT-JNLk/s1600/Revistas%2BDisney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zr41frtXmeQ/Tm9Dv8eC4HI/AAAAAAAADEI/TybqgT-JNLk/s400/Revistas%2BDisney.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651810548338319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s estudos sobre toxicodependência ainda não são conclusivos mas, parece que quando se desfolham revistas de Walt Disney, solta-se uma essência capaz de inebriar e viciar mais os sentidos do que se nos fechássemos num elevador com o Jorge Palma vindo do Bairro Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que só isso explica a razão porque ainda hoje, e assim que consigo adquirir uma dose das viciantes revistas, logo ponha tudo numa bela pilha de quadradinhos, que obedece a um conjunto de regras esquizofrénicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como uma refeição onde se guarda a sobremesa para o fim, desde sempre que empilho as revistas de acordo com as suas potencialidades de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, mais prosaicamente, pelo volume de páginas com que se apresentavam, como se fossem doses de cocaína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doses mais leves para começar, como as revistinhas do Pato Donald ou do Zé Carioca, depois doses moderadas como as revistas do Mickey e do Tio Patinhas, dose reforçada com as Edições Extra e os Almanaques Disney, e a overdose final com os grossos volumes do Disney Especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era empilhado de acordo com esta ordem, mas não pensem que consumia tudo isto de uma assentada, até porque a tarefa afigurava-se mais arriscada do que tomar duche e secar a cabeça num micro-ondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu lia tudo bem devagar, degustando, com prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouviam-se ao mesmo tempo acordes de cítara e gaitas de fole.&lt;br /&gt;Camelos e serpentes faziam amor em espirais multicolores que se erguiam torpemente.&lt;br /&gt;Autênticas tardes e noites de loucura, era o que era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes contactava &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dealers&lt;/span&gt; que cediam o seu espólio em troca do meu, só que este tráfico de droga aos quadradinhos não se limitava a seis ou sete revistas.&lt;br /&gt;Não, a troca de revistas era feita à grande e à colombiana:&lt;br /&gt;"Emprestas-me 50 revistas e eu empresto-te outras 50".&lt;br /&gt;E assim era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O material sempre foi de melhor qualidade quando vinha do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O declínio do império começou quando a Editora Morumbi substituíu gradualmente a Editora Abril.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1996, mais coisa menos coisa, as revistas passaram a ser encadernadas de forma obtusa, grotesca até.&lt;br /&gt;Até pura e simplesmente desaparecerem de papelarias e quiosques portugueses, já sob insígnia Impresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, os vapores que inebriavam e faziam camelos e serpentes fazer amor nas espirais multicolores deixaram de fazer efeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restam as feiras de antiguidades que vendem, a preço de amendoim, as velhas revistas dos anos 70 e 80.&lt;br /&gt;E confesso que, de vez em quando ainda compro uma ou duas doses, digo, revistas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6172100339756984157?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6172100339756984157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6172100339756984157' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6172100339756984157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6172100339756984157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/geracao-tio-patinhas-banquetes-de.html' title='Geração Tio Patinhas - Banquetes de Quadradinhos'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zr41frtXmeQ/Tm9Dv8eC4HI/AAAAAAAADEI/TybqgT-JNLk/s72-c/Revistas%2BDisney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-622457784868853685</id><published>2011-09-13T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:47:39.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHt2WGzeGEs/Tm9CuvLjgqI/AAAAAAAADEA/hBeG_3cR1Ck/s1600/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHt2WGzeGEs/Tm9CuvLjgqI/AAAAAAAADEA/hBeG_3cR1Ck/s400/day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651809428079608482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-622457784868853685?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/622457784868853685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=622457784868853685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/622457784868853685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/622457784868853685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_3242.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHt2WGzeGEs/Tm9CuvLjgqI/AAAAAAAADEA/hBeG_3cR1Ck/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-4057895878483136039</id><published>2011-09-13T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:08:56.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 - Sexy Singers Anos 80'/><title type='text'>Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº8 - Sabrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmnfYROUsnA/Tm8bKlDC8jI/AAAAAAAADD4/KxfOEK3JjkY/s1600/Sabrina%252BSalerno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmnfYROUsnA/Tm8bKlDC8jI/AAAAAAAADD4/KxfOEK3JjkY/s400/Sabrina%252BSalerno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651765925930791474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e ainda fosse da idade da Mariana Monteiro, é certo que a Agros, a Gresso, a Mimosa, a Parmalat, a Ucal e tantas outras, não se esqueceriam de convidar a Sabrina para publicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que Sabrina Salerno, nascida a 15 de Março de 1968, seja velha... tem 43 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, quando fazia sucesso com o mega hit "Boys", tinha apenas... 19 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que se veja que não é de agora que há Britneys, Aguileras e outras a cantar na puberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina é casada, tem um filho chamado Luca Maria (não confundir com o Dinis Maria da Bárbara e do Carrilho) e hoje, com as mamocas mais descaídas e a voz mais arrastada, já não faz tanto sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me levem a mal, mas falar da Sabrina é falar da autêntica leitaria que traz ao peito.&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata de rasca brejeirice machista, mas apenas de constatar factos evidentes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acabar de ler isto, pode confirmar no vídeo abaixo que não falho à verdade...&lt;br /&gt;EI!! Eu disse que era quando acabassem de ler isto!! Esperem!!&lt;br /&gt;Ora bolas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1987, ainda homens e rapazinhos se recompunham da exuberante Samantha Fox e já a Bella Italia, berço de beldades pujantes como Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida ou mais recentemente Monica Bellucci, preparava a contra-ofensiva latina com os "Boys" cantados por Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a Samantha Fox é loura e tem grandes mamas?&lt;br /&gt;Pois cá vai uma morena na piscina, com um biquini branco que, de vez em quando, teima em deixar ao léu umas muuuito grandes mamocas que mais parecem ogivas nucleares, mas não daquelas que Bush adora procurar no Irão e no Iraque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De notar, e esta é a parte mais importante, que todo o vídeo (em especial os últimos 25 segundos) faz mais pela prevenção rodoviária do que mil campanhas subsidiadas pelo estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem é simples: o airbag pode salvar uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que aconteceu à Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eiuHdUkuRi0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4057895878483136039?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4057895878483136039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4057895878483136039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4057895878483136039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4057895878483136039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n8.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº8 - Sabrina'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmnfYROUsnA/Tm8bKlDC8jI/AAAAAAAADD4/KxfOEK3JjkY/s72-c/Sabrina%252BSalerno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5940448198311973016</id><published>2011-09-13T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:56:10.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-bd1E2llFk/Tm8Mf2SahqI/AAAAAAAADDg/VjIM4x8PhWg/s1600/Forrest_Gump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-En-f4b4mgx8/Tm3uJgfTQGI/AAAAAAAADDY/LIcZ9pSBWqo/s400/Laura%252BBranigan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651434954527293538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xceptuando uma ou outra sessão de espiritismo não documentada, esta é uma homenagem póstuma a Laura Branigan, falecida em 2004, vítima de aneurisma cerebral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, a cantora que se encontra no nº 9 do nosso top, é um fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui não fazemos questão que as "Sexy Singers dos Anos 80" estejam vivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Laura cantava o "Ó, ó, ó! Ó, ó, ó!" do "Self Control" tinha 27 anos estava vivinha da silva e é isso que nos traz aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta nova-iorquina do signo solar Caranguejo nasceu a 03 de Julho de 1957 ; teria uns viçosos 54 anos se não tivesse viajado para o lado de lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branigan foi uma popular cantora e atriz americana, diz a Wikipédia.&lt;br /&gt;Concordo com a qualidade da voz, não tenho referências enquanto actriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se famosa pela interpretação da canção "Gloria", pela qual, fazendo jus ao título, recebeu um Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois veio o seu hit orelhudo em 1984: "Self Control".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No video, Laura veste-se de cabedal preto e parte para a caça.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um fugaz encontro com o fantasma da ópera, vai rebolar as ancas numa discoteca, reencontra o fantasminha e o resto vejam vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito perdemos, quando perdemos Laura Branigan, mas talvez ainda seja possível chegar a acordo com o velho das barbas que manda nisto tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Não custa tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, trocais a Laura pela Céline Dion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5IyAGpooGko" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-231423941494385059?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/231423941494385059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=231423941494385059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/231423941494385059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/231423941494385059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n-9.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 9 - Laura Branigan'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-En-f4b4mgx8/Tm3uJgfTQGI/AAAAAAAADDY/LIcZ9pSBWqo/s72-c/Laura%252BBranigan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2552825049982459675</id><published>2011-09-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T04:28:36.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp2DcNoD7Gc/Tm3syne3mWI/AAAAAAAADDQ/9pEdJk8GdHY/s1600/Good_The_Bad_And_The_Ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r9qFjJmIvI/TmtBeHO1NfI/AAAAAAAADDI/htbQCLFsmVM/s400/Madonna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650682143059555826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omo prometido, aqui está a lista daquelas que considero ser, as 10 cantoras pop mais sexy dos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;Os top 10 da "Máquina do Tempo" vão ser editados no dia 10 de cada mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nº 10 das cantoras que mais faziam faísca na libido dos adolescentes dos anos 80, está &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainha da pop durante duas décadas, mulher com excelente propensão para os negócios, Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone Ritchie, nascida em Bay City, no Michigan, Estados Unidos, a 16 de Agosto de 1958, 53 anos de idade, é ainda hoje uma conceituada cantora, produtora, dançarina, compositora e também faz uma perninha no cinema e na literatura infantil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É considerada por muitos, "a mais importante cantora na história da música pop mundial", e considerada por mim muito menos.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre achei piada à sua imagem (dela) e muito menos à sua voz (again... dela).&lt;br /&gt;Houve anos em que ainda por cima tinha de aturar a devoção quase fanática do primo das bolachas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a admiração dele pela cantora das pernas de&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jogging &lt;/span&gt;se mantém, mas adiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando apareceu, Madonna era efectivamente novidade, e o vídeo "Like a Virgin" uma pedrada no charco, que é o mesmo que dizer, nos canais de Veneza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, a garina tornou-se demasiado camaleónica e confesso que na altura do álbum "Erótica" e do livro "Sex" estava curioso de ver no que aquilo ia dar.&lt;br /&gt;E, meus amigos, entre a Madonna e a Cicciolina a diferença chegou a ser ténue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Madonna atingimos o auge da falta de química à distância, quando ela protagonizou o filme "Corpo de Delito".&lt;br /&gt;Ela ali estava, de mamas à mostra na tela grande do cinema e eu bocejava até fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi dinheiro mal gasto.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mal gasto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, o famoso "Like a Virgin" de Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;Isto se os direitos autorais já não fizeram com que o mesmo fosse desactivado.&lt;br /&gt;Se isso tiver acontecido, clique &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZONcCnEVAoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, e veja no You Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vídeo, temos uma Madonna praticamente debutante, ainda com 26 aninhos, Veneza, gôndolas e um leão de pelúcia.&lt;br /&gt;Faz todo o sentido se pensarmos no Festival Internacional de Cinema de Veneza que premeia as obras mais conceituadas com o "Leão de Ouro".&lt;br /&gt;A não ser isto, não faz sentido de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cantora aparece vestida e maquilhada de uma forma que foi depois maciçamente copiada pelas miúdas lá da Secundária, honra seja feita à sua capacidade de ditar modas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto é já clássico.&lt;br /&gt;Madonna rebola-se pela gôndola, vestida de noiva, cantarolando "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a virgin, touched for the very fisrst time&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém acreditou, mas todos cantarolaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O top 10 prossegue segunda-feira, com o nº 9.&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZONcCnEVAoI" allowfullscreen="" width="520" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-8674033739689277137?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/8674033739689277137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=8674033739689277137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8674033739689277137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/8674033739689277137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-sexy-singers-dos-anos-80-n-10.html' title='Top 10 - Sexy Singers dos Anos 80 - Nº 10 - Madonna'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r9qFjJmIvI/TmtBeHO1NfI/AAAAAAAADDI/htbQCLFsmVM/s72-c/Madonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6340815836507852346</id><published>2011-09-10T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T03:49:44.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmLofb0TtfE/TmtAquq0IZI/AAAAAAAADDA/qfXp7qb79_0/s1600/Moulin%2BRouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NÃO PERCA, A PARTIR DE AMANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mxOXWpXYQ/TmntIxOBZYI/AAAAAAAADC4/xsLcqrFGlV4/s1600/kimwilde07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mxOXWpXYQ/TmntIxOBZYI/AAAAAAAADC4/xsLcqrFGlV4/s400/kimwilde07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650307942419883394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TOP 10 - SEXY SINGERS DOS ANOS 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4058340932403384592?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4058340932403384592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4058340932403384592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4058340932403384592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4058340932403384592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-perca-partir-de-amanha-top-10-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mxOXWpXYQ/TmntIxOBZYI/AAAAAAAADC4/xsLcqrFGlV4/s72-c/kimwilde07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-5443498338220036813</id><published>2011-09-09T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:39:49.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velhos Anúncios'/><title type='text'>Velhos Anúncios - Planta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aDNjFHQAp0/TmnpPlcokeI/AAAAAAAADCw/LLcFz_3PMX4/s1600/Planta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aDNjFHQAp0/TmnpPlcokeI/AAAAAAAADCw/LLcFz_3PMX4/s400/Planta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650303661472518626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; margarina Planta, sempre foi um "sabor que o pão adora", mas já foi "a garantia de servir sempre o melhor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como muitos outros miúdos - e graúdos - eu já amarfanhei muitos pãezinhos com Planta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até cometi alguns atentados infanticidas ao colesterol, com um famoso petisco dos anos 70, não sei se de exclusividade caramela, se costume português de uma época em que também se comia mioleira, pão com banha e gemadas com cerveja preta para um aporte de energia que a Red Bull desconhece até hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo do pão com manteiga e açúcar...&lt;br /&gt;Brarrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No anúncio em baixo, finais dos anos 60, vê-se que a Planta era algo que só as senhoras poderiam definir com a autoridade de quem não vai trabalhar, e passa o tempo em lanches com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pessoas de bom gosto", como explica o comercial que não se esquece de fazer menção à embalagem 100 por cento estanque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Planta existe desde 1958.&lt;br /&gt;O meu colesterol é mais recente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X6Ul5R2VkK4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5443498338220036813?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5443498338220036813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5443498338220036813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5443498338220036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5443498338220036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/margarina-planta-sempre-foi-um-sabor.html' title='Velhos Anúncios - Planta'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aDNjFHQAp0/TmnpPlcokeI/AAAAAAAADCw/LLcFz_3PMX4/s72-c/Planta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-3478879920052239671</id><published>2011-09-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:18:50.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGWBnw61Uuw/Tmnn5ux1VMI/AAAAAAAADCo/cGJA7J04L5c/s1600/Nightmare_Before_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOG72KqVPwM/TmngpHJaXKI/AAAAAAAADCg/jatG3p61A0Y/s400/Jord%25C3%25A3o.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650294204410780834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e bem que a frase seguinte não faça qualquer sentido, cá vai:&lt;br /&gt;Jordão era felino como uma gazela africana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogador elegante, cavalheiro até, atlético, matador na grande área, foi um dos melhores pontas de lança da história do Sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo em que poucos jogos eram transmitidos em directo, lembro-me de ser puto, e, colado ao rádio para ouvir relatos dos jogos do Sporting, vibrar com aqueles "Goooooooooloooo.... Sporting!.... Jordão!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, mais Manuel Fernandes e Oliveira, constituíram um tridente fantástico que, vejam só, até valeu títulos para o Sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascido em Angola, em 1952, actualmente com 59 anos e dedicado aos mais contemporizados momentos de pintura, Rui Manuel Trindade Jordão, para além das centenas de golos com a camisola do leão ao peito - e também com outros dois equipamentos feios que não interessam ao Menino Jesus - foi também o principal artilheiro da mítica Selecção Nacional que tão boa conta de si deu no Euro' 84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o principal revitalizador das esperanças lusitanas - marcou dois golos nas meias-finais - num jogo discutido taco a taco com a França de Platini, e seguido aos bochechos numa televisão a preto e branco que havia num móvel da minha cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um pouco da arte de Jordão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens são de uma tarde de 19 de Abril de 1982.&lt;br /&gt;O Sporting venceu o Rio Ave por 7-1 e sagrou-se campeão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde de festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que foi preciso esperar 18 anos até viver algo parecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pZ0DhPWNI6Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-3723793934792542381?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/3723793934792542381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=3723793934792542381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3723793934792542381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/3723793934792542381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/eternamente-sporting-jordao.html' title='Eternamente Sporting - Jordão'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOG72KqVPwM/TmngpHJaXKI/AAAAAAAADCg/jatG3p61A0Y/s72-c/Jord%25C3%25A3o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2416050863707272140</id><published>2011-09-09T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:45:36.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXX9Pj4TiRI/TmngJPT9aFI/AAAAAAAADCY/UCIkjoxWhgE/s1600/Pulp_Finction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf7sr8V8BBU/Tmncjm0levI/AAAAAAAADCQ/JqaSTnRFfjQ/s400/uhf_lp_cavalos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650289711787637490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; primeira memória que retenho deste hit do rock português, leva-me até ao Salão dos Bombeiros Voluntários do Pinhal Novo, no final do ano lectivo de 1981 ou 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tipo chamado Luís, nos seus imberbes 11, 12 anos, salta para cima do palco para interpretar este eléctrico tema dos UHF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As meninas gostaram.&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei o rapazinho muito convencido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editado como single, antes do álbum de estreia "À Flor da Pele", de 1981, os "Cavalos de Corrida" dos UHF são, sem sombra de dúvida, um dos incontornáveis temas do rock português da década de 80.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda hoje um dos temas que mais galopa nas rádios nacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rua do Carmo", de 1981, também passará por este "Super Pop Portugal", brevemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por agora, "que a corrida estoirou, e os animais se lançam no esforço", recordemos os cavalinhos.&lt;br /&gt;E o António Manuel Ribeiro na fase em que disfarçava melhor a careca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/usd45n7Mm98" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1445502092053512304?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1445502092053512304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1445502092053512304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1445502092053512304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1445502092053512304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/super-pop-portugal-cavalos-de-corrida.html' title='Super Pop Portugal - Cavalos de Corrida - UHF'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf7sr8V8BBU/Tmncjm0levI/AAAAAAAADCQ/JqaSTnRFfjQ/s72-c/uhf_lp_cavalos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2142422194080726778</id><published>2011-09-09T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:26:27.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4w3J0rZU2Q/TmnbpA7bQiI/AAAAAAAADCI/ceRRzD600so/s1600/raiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfFqBPGBUZs/TmdSERI_p9I/AAAAAAAADB0/WglXQ4f8P9Q/s400/An_Officer_and_a_Gentlemanposter.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649574490833659858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;unca fui fã desse grande canastrão do cinema a que chamam Richard Gere.&lt;br /&gt;E pior.&lt;br /&gt;A que chamam "sex symbol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um gajo que tem dentes amarelos e olhos de toupeira, com todo o respeito para esses simpáticos roedores subterrâneos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, sei que este filme marcou muito boa gente na década de 80, e por isso trouxe-o aqui hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em "Oficial e Cavalheiro", de Taylor Hackford, de 1982,  Zack Mayo (Richard Gere) entra na Escola de Candidatos a Oficiais, para se tornar num piloto da Marinha.&lt;br /&gt;Seguem-se 13 semanas de recruta, por assim dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos avisos do instrutor de oficiais,  sobre as raparigas locais que querem engravidar com a intenção de apanhar maridos pilotos, Zack acaba por se apaixonar por uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra Winger interpreta Paula Pokrifki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceptuando o nome desta personagem, ao contrário do que acontece com o Richard que não acho Gere, só tenho a dizer bem da Debra, uma das actrizes que seguia com agrado na década dourada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Caruso, o "cenoura" de CSI Miami", também aparece neste filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo, algumas imagens de "Oficial e Cavalheiro", à boleia de "Up Where We Belong", de Joe Cocker, vencedora do Óscar para a Melhor Banda Sonora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MF6xySeuSRA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-248147779982845876?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/248147779982845876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=248147779982845876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/248147779982845876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/248147779982845876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/cinemateca-pop-oficial-e-cavalheiro.html' title='Cinemateca Pop - Oficial e Cavalheiro'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MfFqBPGBUZs/TmdSERI_p9I/AAAAAAAADB0/WglXQ4f8P9Q/s72-c/An_Officer_and_a_Gentlemanposter.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-2546979692974238138</id><published>2011-09-07T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:51:22.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYb8BRysQ3s/TmdMjj6_aKI/AAAAAAAADBk/woOhTEoYTG8/s1600/The_Dark_Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y29-WGSmUq8/TmdK0LIEfiI/AAAAAAAADBc/YMThsuSwWI4/s400/Madonna-True-Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649566517759868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sta é a fase quase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kitsch &lt;/span&gt;de Madonna, que aparecia aqui neste "True Blue" com um dos seus piores pentados, mas numa das suas músicas mais pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1986, Madonna lançava o seu terceiro álbum, precisamente intitulado "True Blue", e o sucesso continuava a ser feito em todas as cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camaleónica, Madonna passaria depois desta fase angelical, para a fase "erotika", então já com um fã adoidado a seguir os seus passos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morava no Pinhal Novo e, para ele, tudo o que ela fazia era grandioso e excitante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não era eu.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui fã de Madonna, mas reconheço-lhe talento, gestão de carreira e a autoria de hits inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="520" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ntIrUwR6F_E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-4938303173972241678?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/4938303173972241678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=4938303173972241678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4938303173972241678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/4938303173972241678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/sucessos-esquecidos-dos-anos-80-true.html' title='Sucessos Esquecidos dos Anos 80 - True Blue - Madonna'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y29-WGSmUq8/TmdK0LIEfiI/AAAAAAAADBc/YMThsuSwWI4/s72-c/Madonna-True-Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-8465985878230424397</id><published>2011-09-07T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:40:49.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OHe8g6xkUE/TmdKBBBWSqI/AAAAAAAADBM/x58TWpvCSO0/s1600/V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIsr6Z_wqCY/TmC-uyXSecI/AAAAAAAADBE/caykDdcnPSc/s400/Soldadinhos-de-guerra-bem-legaus-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647723643725314498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;os últimos anos da década de 70, este vosso escriba já evidenciava alguma facilidade em criar mundos de fantasia, sendo que os laboratórios ao ar livre, sobretudo feitos de argila, era o que restava de espaços baldios no Pinhal Novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno, usava a fachada livre do prédio onde morava a minha avó materna, como uma das paredes de quartéis de soldadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grutas e mais grutas feitas em barro, dezenas de esconderijos secretos onde os bons combatiam os maus, alcandorados em cúpulas de barro ou caves bafientas.&lt;br /&gt;Horas e horas de recreio a que, às vezes, se juntavam os primeiros amigos de infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo pelo menos três.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Zé Manel, também conhecido como Zé Reguila, que apareceu do nada um dia, pedindo para brincar comigo, perto do Carocha azul abandonado; o Zé Ameixa que tinha um café na volta do amado quarteirão de sempre; e claro, o Nelson, que vivia "naquela grande casa ali", como eu costumava dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "Zés" ainda hoje são cumprimentados quando se cruzam comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Estão mais velhos mas em bom estado de conservação, melhores do que eu estou; no fundo sou uma velha carcaça, uma sombra do sensual jovem que fui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Nelson é o velho amigo de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Com ele, percorria metros e metros de manilhas - aqueles canos de esgoto enterrados por toda a parte - como se tivéssemos sido toupeiras numa outra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu era pequeno e frágil, mas nunca tive medo de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Entrava por ali adentro, abraçando a escuridão, minúsculas mãos usadas como radar de morcego-humano, tacteando cimento, saindo finalmente mais à frente, atrás, ao lado, onde quer que aqueles caminhos subterrâneos fossem dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que havia horas, ao fim da tarde, depois das aulas, em que a maior parte dos miúdos daquela zona, estava enfiada debaixo de terra, como os saudosos boecos Fraggles, sem outra obrigação que não fosse correr, tropeçar, levantar e rir, rir sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos de perto - e literalmente de forma profunda - a renovação da canalização pública pinhalnovense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os túneis eram escuros, mas os nossos olhos, luminosos, na mais pura inocência, iluminavam o caminho, e o sol tanto brilhava lá em baixo, como em cima, cá fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-5724663275673814669?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/5724663275673814669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=5724663275673814669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5724663275673814669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/5724663275673814669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-pequeno-johnny-playground-velha.html' title='O Pequeno Johnny - Playground, Velha Infância'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIsr6Z_wqCY/TmC-uyXSecI/AAAAAAAADBE/caykDdcnPSc/s72-c/Soldadinhos-de-guerra-bem-legaus-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-1892388004837153072</id><published>2011-09-02T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T04:14:16.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cFeOgBnv-Q/TmC6aO0TQkI/AAAAAAAADA0/t0syyXUz7t4/s1600/vertigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5G9Lj6Hs-o/TmC4q9J4nVI/AAAAAAAADAs/FoAuaq3sYdk/s400/louco%2Bamor%2Blogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647716980832640338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;erão de 1984.&lt;br /&gt;As noites no parque de campismo da Praia Verde, Algarve, eram dedicadas a descansar o corpo, a alma e a pele, porque os dias eram de praia de fio a pavio, ao contrário do que faço hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última vez que fui à praia foi em 1992.&lt;br /&gt;E estávamos em Novembro e era de noite, por isso não sei se conta...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sou branco como farinha.&lt;br /&gt;Adiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos eram ainda os que tinham televisão a cores no campismo.&lt;br /&gt;Ali à volta da minha tenda eram só dois ou três, por isso era comum o ajuntamento de vizinhos campistas, à volta do nosso televisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só havia RTP e TVE, que parecia saudosamente exótica.&lt;br /&gt;A Espanha era mesmo ali ao lado, mas já era outro país e essa condição é dotada de carga extremamente misteriosa e sedutora para um recém-adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As novelas da globo, quase há 10 anos em Portugal, eram ainda seguidas com entusiasmo e&lt;br /&gt;ste "Louco Amor" fascinava desde logo pelas imagens e tema do genérico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música ainda hoje não saíu do ouvido e as imagens eram faísca na libido, com corpos entrelaçados e eu a babar, nos meus viçosos 13 aninhos, cada vez com mais vontade de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put the cream nas camones&lt;/span&gt;, mas nessa altura já o Zezé Camarinha tinha uma pedalada imparável...&lt;br /&gt;Adiante outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história da novela era igual a tantas outras, amores e desamores entre ricos e pobres e um elenco soberbo com Glória Pires, Fábio Júnior, o saudoso Lauro Corona e a estonteantemente bela Bruna Lombardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos mais tarde, a loura dos olhos verdes fez furor nas páginas de uma "Playboy" brasileira que andou de mão em mão, nos tempos de universidade.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca chegámos a ter uma cadeira sobre o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Foi pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5v2afcGbao0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-1822662321973308390?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/1822662321973308390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=1822662321973308390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1822662321973308390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/1822662321973308390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/novelas-da-globo-louco-amor.html' title='Novelas da Globo - Louco Amor'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5G9Lj6Hs-o/TmC4q9J4nVI/AAAAAAAADAs/FoAuaq3sYdk/s72-c/louco%2Bamor%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-6350070131745758825</id><published>2011-09-02T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T04:03:16.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage break'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kC7A5-TBlE/TmC3Fy2K6ZI/AAAAAAAADAk/0brIvX8haMo/s1600/Unforgiven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kC7A5-TBlE/TmC3Fy2K6ZI/AAAAAAAADAk/0brIvX8haMo/s400/Unforgiven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647715242898811282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-6350070131745758825?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/6350070131745758825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=6350070131745758825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6350070131745758825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/6350070131745758825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kC7A5-TBlE/TmC3Fy2K6ZI/AAAAAAAADAk/0brIvX8haMo/s72-c/Unforgiven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963818143640387483.post-9005916521478759264</id><published>2011-08-31T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T03:56:46.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divas de Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Divas de Hollywood - Katharine Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBg7j4f03GE/Tl4fpWLr55I/AAAAAAAADAU/e4ZuDZD8IWQ/s1600/Katherine%2BHepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBg7j4f03GE/Tl4fpWLr55I/AAAAAAAADAU/e4ZuDZD8IWQ/s400/Katherine%2BHepburn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646985777958872978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oram quase 100 anos como personagem do mais importante filme em que participou: o da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine Hepburn faleceu em Junho de 2003 com 96 anos, mas há muito que tinha garantido a imortalidade através da sua participação em películas como "Um Eléctrico Chamado Desejo" ou "A Casa no Lago".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levou para casa, nada mais nada menos, que quatro Óscares, um recorde na Academia.&lt;br /&gt;Ao todo, foi nomeada 12 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1999, o American Fim Institute escolheu-a como a maior actriz de todos os tempos, numa lista de 25, que incluía Bette Davis e Ingrid Bergman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre os seus muitos romances, destaque para o que manteve com o actor Spencer Tracy, durante 25 anos&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bette_Davis" title="Bette Davis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram nove filmes juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deste curto registo biográfico, nada melhor do que recordar a arte de Katharine Hepburn, em "Philadelphia Story", um fime de 1940, em que fez par romântico com Cary Grant, e em que conquistou um dos seus quatro Óscares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida, uma Diva de Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHYicJuagFc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963818143640387483-9005916521478759264?l=a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/feeds/9005916521478759264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963818143640387483&amp;postID=9005916521478759264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/9005916521478759264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963818143640387483/posts/default/9005916521478759264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-maquina-do-tempo.blogspot.com/2011/08/divas-de-hollywood-katharine-hepburn.html' title='Divas de Hollywood - Katharine Hepburn'/><author><name>João Paulo  Cardoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13492405563118615647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mne1dcQXWwI/SW31dabTvFI/AAAAAAAABeM/lotLt8vFQN8/S220/leopardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBg7j4f03GE/Tl4fpWLr55I/AAAAAAAADAU/e4ZuDZD8IWQ/s72-c/Katherine%2BHepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
