<?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-7825891604106120227</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:49:01.185Z</updated><category term='ficcionário.'/><category term='escrituras'/><category term='leituras'/><category term='fait divers'/><category term='díli'/><category term='rêver'/><title type='text'>alter estórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-8792739358108363603</id><published>2011-10-29T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:11:03.398+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fait divers'/><title type='text'>die motherfucker!</title><content type='html'>já que tens morrido todos estes dias. e continuas morto como o raio que te parta. e a tua morte nunca mais morre de vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-8792739358108363603?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8792739358108363603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/die-motherfucker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/8792739358108363603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/8792739358108363603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/die-motherfucker.html' title='die motherfucker!'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-1738536393024553494</id><published>2011-10-24T16:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:21:46.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fait divers'/><title type='text'>Aquém</title><content type='html'>"Ela tem algo que eu pensava ter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia que aquilo que lhe era natural foi antecipado ou, dir-se-ia, sujeito a ensaio, todas as imagens sobre si própria desapareceram. &lt;i&gt;A vida não nos reserva nada de grande, nada de brilhante. Limita-se a uma sucessão de dias menores.&lt;/i&gt; O golpe de asa que lhe estava reservado afinal nem sequer existia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-1738536393024553494?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1738536393024553494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/1738536393024553494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/1738536393024553494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquem.html' title='Aquém'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-6748063031056184931</id><published>2011-10-24T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:12:09.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rêver'/><title type='text'>----------------</title><content type='html'>Nas entradas e saídas de uma catedral em dia de cerimónia real e austera, encontram-se numa antecâmara. Enquanto decorrem os cânticos, lá dentro, isolados por pesadas portas de madeira, juntam-se os corpos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-6748063031056184931?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6748063031056184931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/nas-entradas-e-saidas-de-uma-catedral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/6748063031056184931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/6748063031056184931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/10/nas-entradas-e-saidas-de-uma-catedral.html' title='----------------'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-133007353408103155</id><published>2011-04-26T18:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:57:09.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>do gostar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"E hoje à noite, eu mato algo em ti, depois deixo-te voltar a Londres, aos trópicos, ou ao inferno e continuas a ser meu amigo."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As velas ardem até ao fim de Sándor Márai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-133007353408103155?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/133007353408103155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-hoje-noite-eu-mato-algo-em-ti-depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/133007353408103155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/133007353408103155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-hoje-noite-eu-mato-algo-em-ti-depois.html' title='do gostar'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-750071075697998955</id><published>2011-04-08T16:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:30:02.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrituras'/><title type='text'>A escrita como necessidade. A escrita como obrigação.</title><content type='html'>Terei coragem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-750071075697998955?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/750071075697998955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/04/escrita-como-necessidade-escrita-como.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/750071075697998955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/750071075697998955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2011/04/escrita-como-necessidade-escrita-como.html' title='A escrita como necessidade. A escrita como obrigação.'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-5721197150084379891</id><published>2010-06-07T10:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:45:11.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='díli'/><title type='text'>straightforward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;O caminho mais curto entre dois pontos é MESMO uma recta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straight·for·ward&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;1. Proceeding in a straight course; direct.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a. Not circuitous or evasive; honest and frank. See Synonyms at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/frank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;b. Free from ambiguity or pretense; plain and open.&lt;br /&gt;adv.&lt;br /&gt;In a direct course or an honest manner.&lt;br /&gt;straight·forward·ly adv.&lt;br /&gt;straight·forward·ness n.&lt;br /&gt;straight·forwards adv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Houghton Mifflin Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adj.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;straightforward - free from ambiguity; "a straightforward set of instructions"&lt;br /&gt;unequivocal, univocal, unambiguous - admitting of no doubt or misunderstanding; having only one meaning or interpretation and leading to only one conclusion; "unequivocal evidence"; "took an unequivocal position"; "an unequivocal success"; "an unequivocal promise"; "an unequivocal (or univocal) statement"&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;straightforward - without evasion or compromise; "a square contradiction"; "he is not being as straightforward as it appears"&lt;br /&gt;square, straight, direct - straightforward in means or manner or behavior or language or action; "a direct question"; "a direct response"; "a direct approach"&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;straightforward - without concealment or deception; honest; "their business was open and aboveboard"; "straightforward in all his business affairs"&lt;br /&gt;aboveboard, square, straight - characterized by honesty and fairness; "straight dealing"; "a square deal"&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;straightforward - pointed directly ahead; "a straightforward gaze"&lt;br /&gt;direct - direct in spatial dimensions; proceeding without deviation or interruption; straight and short; "a direct route"; "a direct flight"; "a direct hit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2008 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-5721197150084379891?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5721197150084379891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/straightforward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/5721197150084379891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/5721197150084379891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/straightforward.html' title='straightforward'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-6215796371742578800</id><published>2010-02-06T04:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:53:06.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrituras'/><title type='text'>O fim da escrita</title><content type='html'>A escrita tem-me servido em muitas alturas. &lt;div&gt;Normalmente serve para me foder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-6215796371742578800?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6215796371742578800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-fim-da-escrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/6215796371742578800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/6215796371742578800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-fim-da-escrita.html' title='O fim da escrita'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-255502254525022196</id><published>2009-11-27T00:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:25:45.154Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fait divers'/><title type='text'>direitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artigo 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém será sujeito a interferências na sua vida privada, na sua família, no seu lar ou na sua &lt;strong&gt;correspondência&lt;/strong&gt;, nem a ataques a sua honra e reputação. Todo o homem tem direito à proteção da lei contra tais interferências ou ataques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-255502254525022196?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/255502254525022196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/direitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/255502254525022196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/255502254525022196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/direitos.html' title='direitos'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-5647978624927482974</id><published>2009-11-26T15:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:22:01.944Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='díli'/><title type='text'>gatos</title><content type='html'>Lamento os gatos. Ainda só consegui lamentar os gatos. Choram enquanto nos roçam as pernas. Procuram, sem grande esforço, abrigar-se da chuva. Mole, quente, inútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que têm fome mas não quero matá-la. Planeio antes como matá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamento os gatos. Estarão mortos em breve. Imagino a sua agonia rápida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7825891604106120227-5647978624927482974?l=alter-estorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5647978624927482974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/gatos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/5647978624927482974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7825891604106120227/posts/default/5647978624927482974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alter-estorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/gatos.html' title='gatos'/><author><name>j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11026941220916723380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/491/293/1600/respirar.0.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825891604106120227.post-4047756732429183842</id><published>2009-09-27T02:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:09:46.755+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficcionário.'/><title type='text'>estória I</title><content type='html'>Na sua primeira memória do seu pai já ele não tinha dentes. A heroína tinha o tornado um homem de faces chupadas e um gosto questionável. Era, no entanto, um pai dedicado. 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