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Preço dos combustíveis Setembro 19, 2008

Filed under: Actualidade,economia,política — looking4good @ 7:34 pm
A situação vigente no que concerne ao preço dos combustíveis em Portugal é uma vergonha nacional. É uma vergonha e também uma demonstração da incompetência do Governo.

Sobe o preço do petróleo nos mercados internacionais ? Sobe o preço do gasóleo e da gasolina. Interessa que o euro desvalorize frente ao dólar? Muito pouco ou nada…

Agora vem-se assistindo à desvalorização gradual do preço do crude nos mercados internacionais. No fundo apenas uma reversão (ainda parcial mas já importante) da subida excessiva antes verificada.

Descem os preços do gasóleo e da gasolina nas bombas de combustíveis? Não !… Às mensagens ténues e fracas dos governantes respondem os responsáveis das empresas de combustíveis com mensagens (fortes e convictas) de que o Governo não tem nada a ver com isso, porque vigora a liberalização dos preços.

Depois vêm as argumentações técnicas: o dólar vem-se apreciando ultimamente face ao euro. Por outro lado as distribuidoras têm compromissos assumidos no mercado de futuros e a baixa do preço do crude em nada beneficia o «custo» desses contratos a que se vincularam!!!

Brilhante! Que discurso mais enviezado e assimétrico! Quando o crude no mercado corrente subia, nunca se ouviu dizer que as distribuidoras tinham feito antes contratos de futuros de que beneficiavam. O que contava era o preço de reposição dos stocks. Quando o euro desvalorizava e reduzia o efeito do aumento do preço em dólares, nunca ouvi esse argumento a ser utilizado como atenuante para o aumento do preço dos combustíveis.

Entretanto o Governo que já baixara a voz às ameaças de «cartelização» do sector quando o preço aumentava, agora vai-se calando e deixando subjugar à posição firme das empresas de que não baixam os preços!

Ganham as «gasolineiras» quando o preço sobe, ganham quando o preço desce. O Governo também parece ganhar. Quem perde é o país e os consumidores … supostamente os que beneficiariam com a liberalização dos preços. E esta hein?…

 

To Autumn – John Keats

Filed under: John Keats,poetry — looking4good @ 2:49 pm
Autumn Colors – image from here

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

It was written in Winchester on 19 September 1819 and first published in 1820.

John Keats (b. in Finsbury Pavement near London on October 31st, 1795; d. in Rome on the 23rd of February, 1821).

 

To Autumn – John Keats

Filed under: John Keats,poetry — looking4good @ 2:49 pm
Autumn Colors – image from here

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

It was written in Winchester on 19 September 1819 and first published in 1820.

John Keats (b. in Finsbury Pavement near London on October 31st, 1795; d. in Rome on the 23rd of February, 1821).

 

To Autumn – John Keats

Filed under: John Keats,poetry — looking4good @ 2:49 pm
Autumn Colors – image from here

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

It was written in Winchester on 19 September 1819 and first published in 1820.

John Keats (b. in Finsbury Pavement near London on October 31st, 1795; d. in Rome on the 23rd of February, 1821).

 

Sincero

Filed under: looking4good,poesia — looking4good @ 12:16 am

Porque te quero?
Porque te amo?
Porque escrevo?
Porque espero?
Desespero…
Entristeço
E não prospero
Sincero,
Teu… Antero

 

On this day in History – Sep. 19

Filed under: efemerides,This Day in History — looking4good @ 12:01 am

 

On this day in History – Sep. 19

Filed under: efemerides,This Day in History — looking4good @ 12:01 am