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O texto que está abaixo foi escrito há 6 anos atrás, na altura em que estava a deixar a Académica depois de a ter representado durante 8 anos. Dirige-se aos meus amigos e colegas de equipa no dia da decisão mais difícil da minha vida. Deixar a Académica representava bem mais do que deixar um clube - era deixar o meio em que vivi dos oito aos dezasseis anos, era deixar de jogar ao lado dos 
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A criança é feita de cemA criança tem cem linguagenscem mãos cem pensamentos cem maneiras de pensarde brincar e de falar.Cem, sempre cemmaneiras de ouvirde se maravilhar de amarcem alegrias para cantar e percebercem mundos para descobrircem mundos para inventarcem mundos para sonhar.A criança tem cem linguagens (e centenas mais)mas roubam-lhe noventa e nove.A escola e a cultura 
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Foi o tempo que perdeste com tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante.



Antoine De Saint-Exupery "O Princepezinho"



Brrrrrrrrr.... que arrepio me dá a palavra balanço numa altura em que ando a fazer o trabalho de finanças e tenho de analisar uma data de Balanços de diferentes empresas. Mas não, o texto não é sobre isso. Não é, tão pouco, uma avaliação do ano de 2011. É algo bem mais
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“Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias,
a que se deu o nome de ano, 

foi um indivíduo genial.


Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.


Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos.


Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez,
com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar
que daqui para diante vai ser diferente
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Estamos em época de eleições na Associação Académica de Coimbra. Estas eleições ganham uma maior importância devido ao grande trabalho (ironia, ironia!!!) realizado pela última Direcção Geral. A necessidade de uma liderança forte, de um corte com o que foram os erros do mandato anterior, é imperativa. Mas é sem tomar qualquer tipo de partido em relação às duas listas que vão à segunda 
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Ontem, a propósito da rede de segurança que separou os adeptos do Zbordém do resto dos adeptos escrevi isto:

"Não 
entendo mesmo essa polémica. Por uma simples razão: a "jaula" visa 
isolar as claques adversárias do resto do estádio. Estou farto 
de ver as cenas vergonhosas que tenho visto neste tipo de jogos. As 
claques são compostas por verdadeiros 
animais e é como tal que devem ser 
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O Facebook assusta-me e vou começar a ter cada vez mais cuidado com ele. Esta é a razão por que escrevo este texto. Sempre me fez um bocado de confusão esta coisa de estar a disponibilizar bastante informação sobre mim, os meus amigos e a minha vida na internet. 



Comecei por aderir ao Facebook por estar curioso com a febre da altura, o jogo FarmVille, e acabei por achar piada à coisa. 
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Foi no Sábado passado que rompi definitivamente com o ligamento. Uma pessoa tem de ter saber dizer basta e, como a nossa relação já estava demasiado desgastada, decidi ver-me definitivamente livre dele. Afinal de contas que sentido faria continuar com alguém que nos magoa diariamente?! 



Falo do ligamento cruzado anterior do joelho direito, claro está. É importante clarificar isso uma vez 
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Numa televisão com programas tão fraquinhos e com anúncios tão mauzinhos... eis que chega uma daquelas campanhas de propaganda que vale a pena destacar.



O mérito é da Optimus e da sua campanha alicerçada na música "All together now", dos Beatles. Já gostava do primeiro anúncio da série, mas tenho gostado principalmente dos desenvolvimentos. Serve o presente post para vos apresentar a 
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Deixo o link para o vídeo que me deixou de boca aberta. Já é, creio, de há dois anos... mas continua muitos anos à frente do meu tempo. 



Faz-nos acreditar que é um daqueles filmes de ficção científica... mas sem a parte da ficção. É que isto é bem real. São 8 minutos, mas garanto-vos que valem a pena. 


Pattie Maes apresenta o "Sexto Sentido", tecnologia/jogo
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Durante três anos de estudos na Universidade de Coimbra passei sempre um pouco ao lado das questões políticas que lhe estão inerentes. Este ano, porém, por diversas razões, comecei a estar mais atento à política na Associação Académica de Coimbra e a tudo o que dela depende.



Sempre achei que era nos estudantes que devia estar a vontade de mudar, de romper com "aquilo" que vemos no nosso 
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A última vez que escrevi para o VaiPaSelva (VPS) foi a 4 de Agosto deste ano, há precisamente três meses atrás. Nunca, desde o início do blog, este tinha estado tanto tempo parado. Mas como este espaço se foi tornando cada vez menos o espaço de reunião de um grupo de amigos e cada vez mais um espaço meu, também a necessidade de o manter actualizado deixou de ser tanta.
Hoje vejo o VPS como uma 
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Foi o último a sair. O último Erasmus (pelo menos dos "meus" Erasmus) a abandonar a minha cidade neste semestre. Hoje não pude ir despedir-me dele à estação (à semelhança do que tinha feito com o Reinder) ou simplesmente ir dizer-lhe adeus (como aconteceu com a Magda).
Hoje não pude correr até ao comboio, cheio de malas, em busca de ver alguém de quem gosto na minha cidade por mais uns segundos.
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Já aqui tinha notado uma vez que o jornal desportivo Record estava a tornar-se numa revista cor-de-rosa. Hoje, escrevo este post para notar que, para o bem de todos, este jornal devia deixar de ser apresentado como um desportivo. Porquê? Ora vejam a notícia: http://www.record.xl.pt/jogo_vida/interior.aspx?content_id=709359.
Como, espero, o texto irá ser corrigido, passo à sua transcrição:
"A 
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Durante este semestre tive a espectacular oportunidade de viver um bocadinho do Erasmus na minha própria cidade. Quando voltei do Brasil inscrevi-me no Buddy Program. Uma das perguntas que me fizeram na hora da inscrição foi em que línguas conseguia comunicar. Pouco confiante das habilidades no inglês, resolvi colocar: "português, espanhol e inglês, apesar de o inglês ser muito fraco talvez 
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Há palavras que guardamos e que só quando já é demasiado tarde ousamos largar. Partiste hoje mas deixaste-me bem mais do que pensas. Lamento apenas as palavras que não disse, as coisas que não fiz... mas vejo-te a ir sabendo que grande parte de ti fica em mim. Para mim serás sempre a Mina, comigo estarão sempre a varejeira, as histórias do Sr. David, as refeições dadas à janela de minha casa e, 
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Ao olhar para o novo Governo, conhecido no dia de ontem, há algo que me salta à vista: a ausência, em termos gerais, dos políticos de profissão, dos tradicionais cola-cartazes que nos têm representado durante os últimos anos. São pessoas de mérito nas respectivas áreas e isso é algo bastante importante. Até pode vir a revelar-se um desastre, mas parece-me um ponto bastante positivo - e é, 
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São perguntas delicadas, mas são aquelas a que um ex-intercambista tem de se habituar a responder. Não é fácil conseguir resumir um período em que se foge da realidade em que se viveu durante tantos anos. Não é fácil explicar "como foi" ou "o que mudou". É, aliás, dificílimo fazê-lo.
Qualquer pessoa que tenha estado a estudar no 
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E o resto são fitas!
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Há um ano atrás, neste mesmo dia, fazia aqui um post a elogiar os cartazes da Queima das Fitas 2010. Pois parece que a análise desses cartazes vai virar tradição...
No ano passado a aposta foi em frases fortes aliadas a uma simplicidade gráfica. O preto e o branco sobre um fundo negro eram quanto bastava para o impacto ser (maior que) o esperado. Este ano a aposta foi outra.
O choque parece ter 
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Esconde-se normalmente sob o vulto da criminalidade e é, por isso,  pouca a atenção que na Europa prestamos a este tipo de coisas. É óbvio  que é crime andar a pintar as paredes das casas. E é também óbvio que  isso tem de ser punido e combatido. Mas se passearmos pela Lapa  prestando atenção às paredes vemos coisas tão bonitas que nos fica a  dúvida se aquilo será ou não autorizado pelas 
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Um conselho: deixem os nacionalismos radicais (que só revelam no que não interessa) e desfrutem de um dos melhores jogadores da história do futebol.
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Casa.
22 horas.
Que fazer? Raios, que havemos de fazer hoje?!
Não  sou de dançar, não sou de cantar – ou talvez até o seja, mas o ambiente  para os que me rodeassem tornar-se-ia insuportável caso o fizesse –,  não sou gajo para ir para uma boite (discoteca em português) até às  tantas da manhã.
"Já  sei. Copa!" Mensagem no facebook para os amigos do costume e siga p’ró  calçadão beber 
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Vídeo do 31 da  Armada.
Vale a pena dizer mais alguma coisa? Continuem, continuem... ontem já aparecia na frente de uma sondagem da TSF. Não me surpreende. Vivo em Portugal...
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