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      <title>Grândola, Vila Morena</title>
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      <description>50 years ago today, the Estado Novo dictatorship in Portugal came to an end through a military coup. To signal that the coup was underway, the song &amp;ldquo;Grândola, Vila Morena&amp;rdquo; by José Afonso was played on the radio in the early hours of April 25.1 It instantly became a symbol of freedom (&amp;ldquo;We’re doing this so that people don’t have to leave the country for what they write, say or think,&amp;rdquo;2) and to this day, it defies polarization among Portuguese: last night, after we had dinner near Terreiro do Paço, a friend of mine from across the pond witnessed an impromptu and electrifying performance of it on a metro train carriage as one passenger started singing and everybody joined her.</description>
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      <title>Memorials to love and loss through millenia</title>
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      <description>In Glasgow I learned about mortuary sculptures in shared tombs. One really old example is an Etruscan sarcophagus lid from about 300 BC depicting a husband and wife &amp;ldquo;on a bed with pillows, beneath crinkled sheets, in a loving embrace,&amp;rdquo;12 — the memory of a happy marriage immortalized in volcanic tuff.3
A few days later, I visited the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, where I saw Patricia Cronin’s Memorial to a Marriage.</description>
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      <title>A ortografia como pele da língua</title>
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      <description>Em 1987, os linguistas Ivo Castro, Inês Duarte e Isabel Leiria1 fixaram uma frase que alguém disse quando começou a discutir-se o acordo ortográfico de 1986. (Ele não avançou, mas inspirou o de 1990, que temos hoje em vigor.) A frase era:
 A ortografia é a epiderme da língua.
 «Curiosamente», dizem eles,
 para muitas das pessoas que a têm invocado, [esta frase] significa que a ortografia é totalmente convencional e que nenhuns danos, ligeiros ou profundos, podem advir para a língua de remodelações ortográficas insensatas.</description>
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      <title>Ask a fragment</title>
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      <description>All of my Bible readings today turned to the idea of God both entering and transcending cultures.1 Every culture is a shard of a broken mirror; not a complete picture of humans, and therefore, not a complete picture of God either.
Take the way we deal with death. In Portugal, we bury our dead within a couple of days and are left with the paraphernalia of their existence: the glasses by the dresser, the notebooks on the table, shopping lists in magnets on the fridge; their gaze and gait frozen in photos.</description>
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