Os corpos aquecem, transpiram, todos os músculos se movimentam em movimentos imprevistos e coreografados, uma e outra vez, com apenas paragens de 1 min, que nunca são estáticas. cada um para seu lado mexem-se ou caem despojados de força, só para retornar ao jogo mais uma vez. Uma hora, uma hora e meia, com o coração a bater mais forte, a respiração pesada. E no fim, a sensação de descontração, de satisfação, o sorriso e a promessa de voltar...
É por isso que adoro as aulas de kickboxing ;-)
Estavas a pensar o quê? >;-)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Diário do Inferno
Como será todos os dias viver no Iraque? Bombas, raptos, tudo o que vimos na televisão com todo o dramatismo não resume o que se passa por lá. Nem todos os Iraquianos passam os dias nas filas de empregos onde são rebentados por bombas suicidas... ainda há uma classe dita "média" ou "alta" onde se encontram alguns "intelectuais".
Saad Eskander é o Director da Biblioteca Nacional do Iraque. Sob a sugestão de uma jornalista e amiga britânica decidiu publicar um blog com o seu diário. Uma voz no dia a dia previlegiado nas fileiras do inferno.
Podem ler aqui.
Saad Eskander é o Director da Biblioteca Nacional do Iraque. Sob a sugestão de uma jornalista e amiga britânica decidiu publicar um blog com o seu diário. Uma voz no dia a dia previlegiado nas fileiras do inferno.
Podem ler aqui.
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ora desta eu nunca me tinha lembrado...
os ingleses, ciosos da sua igualdade finalmente decidiram por os
salários das mulheres à altura da dos homens!... mas com um toque de
humor algo sádico.
A notícia está em espanhol:
Reino Unido recorta hasta un 40% el sueldo a sus funcionarios para
equipararlo al de las mujeres
é mesmo isso que perceberam: os funcionários publicos das câmaras
municipais vão ter o seu salário reduzido até 40% para os equiparar aos
das mulheres com as mesmas funções.
Até para uma feminista laboral como eu (feminismo é lutar pela igualdade
de direitos para homens e mulheres, com as devidas ressalvas à
maternidade, que não se pode fazer nada contra a natureza das coisas)
acho isto ridículo.
Gracias a "El País" online.
os ingleses, ciosos da sua igualdade finalmente decidiram por os
salários das mulheres à altura da dos homens!... mas com um toque de
humor algo sádico.
A notícia está em espanhol:
Reino Unido recorta hasta un 40% el sueldo a sus funcionarios para
equipararlo al de las mujeres
é mesmo isso que perceberam: os funcionários publicos das câmaras
municipais vão ter o seu salário reduzido até 40% para os equiparar aos
das mulheres com as mesmas funções.
Até para uma feminista laboral como eu (feminismo é lutar pela igualdade
de direitos para homens e mulheres, com as devidas ressalvas à
maternidade, que não se pode fazer nada contra a natureza das coisas)
acho isto ridículo.
Gracias a "El País" online.
Friday, March 09, 2007
A Love Song
Who says i'm not a romantic?! ;))))
The Scissor Sisters
"She's My Man" :
This town was built on muddy stilts
By the lunatic parade
It rains like Revelations
Gonna wash these freaks away
Some girls wanna hold your hand
And some girls like to pray
Well my girl takes her drinks
With dust and rusty razor blades
As I lie between these covers
I wanna tell her that I love it
When she chokes me in the
Backseat of her riverboat 'cause
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
Someday soon, this dank lagoon's
Gonna sink right into hell
They'll hide you from Big Ida
At the Sho' Enough Hotel
The Ladies of the evening's just
A tombstone in your bed
Well my girl eats a wounded preacher
'tween two loaves of bread
I know she's up to something
But how can I run when she's just
Keel-hauled twenty-on to nothing
I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
All you need's just a fist of a tear-stained bunny
When the good ship comes to town
Who said loves a bitch 'll sit next to me honey
Because this old boat's gonna run around
I don't want to be the burden
Or your jealous bastard
I don't wanna be the Tarzan of your next epic disaster
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
She's my man, can't you feel her comin'
She's my man, she's gonna keep you runnin'
She's my man, she's gonna teach you something
She's me, she's my man
The Scissor Sisters
"She's My Man" :
This town was built on muddy stilts
By the lunatic parade
It rains like Revelations
Gonna wash these freaks away
Some girls wanna hold your hand
And some girls like to pray
Well my girl takes her drinks
With dust and rusty razor blades
As I lie between these covers
I wanna tell her that I love it
When she chokes me in the
Backseat of her riverboat 'cause
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
Someday soon, this dank lagoon's
Gonna sink right into hell
They'll hide you from Big Ida
At the Sho' Enough Hotel
The Ladies of the evening's just
A tombstone in your bed
Well my girl eats a wounded preacher
'tween two loaves of bread
I know she's up to something
But how can I run when she's just
Keel-hauled twenty-on to nothing
I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
All you need's just a fist of a tear-stained bunny
When the good ship comes to town
Who said loves a bitch 'll sit next to me honey
Because this old boat's gonna run around
I don't want to be the burden
Or your jealous bastard
I don't wanna be the Tarzan of your next epic disaster
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
She's my man, can't you feel her comin'
She's my man, she's gonna keep you runnin'
She's my man, she's gonna teach you something
She's me, she's my man
Thursday, March 08, 2007
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