Kodama
"Kodama, are from what I can understand, little spirits or somethings that appear in old houses and forests. They are Japanese ghosts. They were made famous in the movie Princess Mononoke"
"Kodama's are tree spirits of various shapes and sizes who appear only in the dim light of the forest. Tree spirits inhabit many Japanese folk tales although Miyazaki's depiction of them as little white being is totally original. The sign of a good and healthy forest to some, they may frighten more timid souls"
quarta-feira, abril 07, 2004
terça-feira, abril 06, 2004
Uma coisa que me irrita profundamente é o facto de cada vez que há um intervalo ou acaba um programa nas estações de televisão, o som aumentar por causa da publicidade. Parece-me que isto é um abuso e um atentado à paciência das pessoas. Quantas vezes já não me apeteceu mandar um objecto qualquer directamente contra a televisão quando isso acontece! GRRRR !!!!
domingo, março 21, 2004
Piano Magic "Saint Marie"
Primeira faixa do álbum The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic, que foi lançado em 2003.
fantástica..
Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars
Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs
You're off the map, you've left the book
I'm off my head and treading luck
And it's too late to call you up
The heart migrates, it comes unstuck
I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me
I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me
Primeira faixa do álbum The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic, que foi lançado em 2003.
fantástica..
Out of season, out of heart, I cross you off beneath the stars
Autumn leaves a nasty scar and with the leaves, the heart departs
You're off the map, you've left the book
I'm off my head and treading luck
And it's too late to call you up
The heart migrates, it comes unstuck
I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me
I light a candle for Saint Marie, in the hope she never brings you back to me
quarta-feira, março 10, 2004
I am Tracer Bullet!
You've got eight slugs in you. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and you pack a revolver. You're a private eye.
Which Calvin are YOU?
You've got eight slugs in you. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and you pack a revolver. You're a private eye.
Which Calvin are YOU?
domingo, fevereiro 29, 2004
Calexico "Alone Again or"
yeah, said it's all right
i won't forget
all the times I've waited patiently for you
and you'll do just what you choose to do
and I will be alone again tonight my dear
yeah, I heard a funny thing
somebody said to me
you know that I could be in love with almost everyone
i think that people are
the greatest fun
and I will be alone again tonight my dear
yeah, said it's all right
i won't forget
all the times I've waited patiently for you
and you'll do just what you choose to do
and I will be alone again tonight my dear
yeah, I heard a funny thing
somebody said to me
you know that I could be in love with almost everyone
i think that people are
the greatest fun
and I will be alone again tonight my dear
sábado, fevereiro 14, 2004
Baccara "Yes Sir, I can boogie"
Mister
Your eyes are full of hesitation
Sure makes me wonder
If you know what you're looking for.
Baby
I wanna keep me reputation
I'm a sensation
You try me once, you'll beg for more.
Oh, Yes Sir, I can boogie
But I need a certain song.
I can boogie,
Boogie woogie
All night long.
Oh, Yes Sir, I can boogie
If you stay, you can't go wrong.
I can boogie,
Boogie woogie
All night long.
No Sir
I don't feel very much like talking
No, neither walking
You wanna know if I can dance.
Yes Sir
Already told you in the first verse
And in the chorus
But I will give you one more chance.
Yes Sir, I can boogie....
*
Mister
Your eyes are full of hesitation
Sure makes me wonder
If you know what you're looking for.
Baby
I wanna keep me reputation
I'm a sensation
You try me once, you'll beg for more.
Oh, Yes Sir, I can boogie
But I need a certain song.
I can boogie,
Boogie woogie
All night long.
Oh, Yes Sir, I can boogie
If you stay, you can't go wrong.
I can boogie,
Boogie woogie
All night long.
No Sir
I don't feel very much like talking
No, neither walking
You wanna know if I can dance.
Yes Sir
Already told you in the first verse
And in the chorus
But I will give you one more chance.
Yes Sir, I can boogie....
*
quarta-feira, janeiro 28, 2004
The Glove "Mouth To Mouth"
Your body grows more beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows more beautiful
With every bite I take
You won't believe I love you
It's too stupid for words
So I lick your trembling lips
And use your hands to feed the birds
I laid with you for hours
Staring at your face
I laid with you for hours
Remembering your taste
And when the morning came
It splattered us in light
I think I left you sleeping there
I think I left you sleeping
Mouth to mouth - I asked you to stay
Mouth to mouth - But you're slipping away
Down seven stairs and first on the left
Arch your back and hold your breath
A million fat girls and a million fat men
Couldn't put me back together again
Your body grows so beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows so beautiful
With every bite I take
A million fat girls and a million fat men
Couldn't put me back together again
Your body grows more beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows more beautiful
With every bite I take
You won't believe I love you
It's too stupid for words
So I lick your trembling lips
And use your hands to feed the birds
I laid with you for hours
Staring at your face
I laid with you for hours
Remembering your taste
And when the morning came
It splattered us in light
I think I left you sleeping there
I think I left you sleeping
Mouth to mouth - I asked you to stay
Mouth to mouth - But you're slipping away
Down seven stairs and first on the left
Arch your back and hold your breath
A million fat girls and a million fat men
Couldn't put me back together again
Your body grows so beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows so beautiful
With every bite I take
A million fat girls and a million fat men
Couldn't put me back together again
domingo, janeiro 25, 2004
Elliott Smith "Pretty (Ugly Before)"
sunshine, been keeping me up for days
there is no night time, it's only a passing phase
and i feel pretty, pretty enough for you
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
sometimes is all i feel up to now
but it's not worth it to you
cos you gotta get out somehow
it's the destruction that you require to feel
like somebody wants you, someone that's more for real
sunshine, been keeping me up for days
there is no night time, only a passing phase
and i'll feel pretty, another hour or two
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
ugly before
sunshine, been keeping me up for days
there is no night time, it's only a passing phase
and i feel pretty, pretty enough for you
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
sometimes is all i feel up to now
but it's not worth it to you
cos you gotta get out somehow
it's the destruction that you require to feel
like somebody wants you, someone that's more for real
sunshine, been keeping me up for days
there is no night time, only a passing phase
and i'll feel pretty, another hour or two
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
i felt so ugly before, i didn't know what to do
ugly before
sábado, janeiro 10, 2004
I Am Kloot "Proof"
hey, could you stand another drink
i'm better when I don't think
seems to get me through
say, d’you wanna spin another line
like we had a good time
not that I need proof
swell, we're living in a hotel
someone's ringing my bell
in a room without a view
hey, heard you read another book
should I take another look
who am I without you?
hey, could you stand another drink
i'm better when I don't think
seems to get me through
say d’you wanna spin another line
like we had a good time
not that I need proof
swell, we're living in a hotel
someone's ringing my bell
in a room without a view
hey, heard you read another book
should I take another look
who am I without you?
la la la la lala la la…
hey, could you stand another drink
i'm better when I don't think
seems to get me through
say, d’you wanna spin another line
like we had a good time
not that I need proof
swell, we're living in a hotel
someone's ringing my bell
in a room without a view
hey, heard you read another book
should I take another look
who am I without you?
hey, could you stand another drink
i'm better when I don't think
seems to get me through
say d’you wanna spin another line
like we had a good time
not that I need proof
swell, we're living in a hotel
someone's ringing my bell
in a room without a view
hey, heard you read another book
should I take another look
who am I without you?
la la la la lala la la…
sexta-feira, janeiro 09, 2004
domingo, dezembro 14, 2003
Joni Mitchell "Both Sides Now"
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons ev’rywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on ev’ryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way
But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living ev’ry day
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons ev’rywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on ev’ryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev’ry fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way
But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living ev’ry day
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
domingo, dezembro 07, 2003
Keren Ann "Not Going Anywhere"
This is why I always wonder
I 'm a pond full of regrets
I always try to not remember rather than forget
This is why I always whisper
When vagabonds are passing by
I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes
Tide will rise and fall along the bay
And I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
But I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
This is why I always whisper
I'm a river with a spell
I like to hear but not to listen, I like to say but not to tell
This is why I always wonder
T here's boyhing new under the sun
I won't go anywhere so give my love to everyone
Tide will rise and fall along the bay
And I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
But I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
voz fantástica e doce...
This is why I always wonder
I 'm a pond full of regrets
I always try to not remember rather than forget
This is why I always whisper
When vagabonds are passing by
I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes
Tide will rise and fall along the bay
And I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
But I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
This is why I always whisper
I'm a river with a spell
I like to hear but not to listen, I like to say but not to tell
This is why I always wonder
T here's boyhing new under the sun
I won't go anywhere so give my love to everyone
Tide will rise and fall along the bay
And I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
But I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
voz fantástica e doce...
sábado, dezembro 06, 2003
Johnny Cash "Hurt"
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
segunda-feira, dezembro 01, 2003
domingo, novembro 30, 2003
Fausto "O Barco Vai de Saída"
O barco vai de saída
Adeus ao cais de Alfama
Se agora ou de partida
Levo-te comigo ó cana verde
Lembra-te de mim ó meu amor
Lembra-te de mim nesta aventura
P'ra lá da loucura
P'ra lá do Equador
Ah mas que ingrata ventura
Bem me posso queixar
da Pátria a pouca fartura
Cheia de mágoas ai quebra-mar
Com tantos perigos ai minha vida
Com tantos medos e sobressaltos
Que eu já vou aos saltos
Que eu vou de fugida
Sem contar essa história escondida
Por servir de criado essa senhora
Serviu-se ela também tão sedutora
Foi pecado
Foi pecado
E foi pecado sim senhor
Que vida boa era a de Lisboa
Gingão de roda batida
corsário sem cruzado
ao som do baile mandado
em terra de pimenta e maravilha
com sonhos de prata e fantasia
com sonhos da cor do arco-íris
desvaira se os vires
desvairas magias
Já tenho a vela enfunada
marrano sem vergonha
judeu sem coisa nem fronha
vou de viagem ai que largada
só vejo cores ai que alegria
só vejo piratas e tesouros
são pratas, são ouros,
são noites, são dias
Vou no espantoso trono das águas
vou no tremendo assopro dos ventos
vou por cima dos meus pensamentos
arrepia
arrepia
e arrepia sim senhor
que vida boa era a de Lisboa
O mar das águas ardendo
o delírio do céu
a fúria do barlavento
arreia a vela e vai marujo ao leme
vira o barco e cai marujo ao mar
vira o barco na curva da morte
e olha a minha sorte
e olha o meu azar
e depois do barco virado
grandes urros e gritos
na salvação dos aflitos
estala, mata, agarra, ai quem me ajuda
reza, implora, escapa, ai que pagode
rezam tremem heróis e eunucos
são mouros são turcos
são mouros acode!
Aquilo é uma tempestade medonha
aquilo vai p'ra lá do que é eterno
aquilo era o retrato do inferno
vai ao fundo
vai ao fundo
e vai ao fundo sim senhor
que vida boa era a de Lisboa
O barco vai de saída
Adeus ao cais de Alfama
Se agora ou de partida
Levo-te comigo ó cana verde
Lembra-te de mim ó meu amor
Lembra-te de mim nesta aventura
P'ra lá da loucura
P'ra lá do Equador
Ah mas que ingrata ventura
Bem me posso queixar
da Pátria a pouca fartura
Cheia de mágoas ai quebra-mar
Com tantos perigos ai minha vida
Com tantos medos e sobressaltos
Que eu já vou aos saltos
Que eu vou de fugida
Sem contar essa história escondida
Por servir de criado essa senhora
Serviu-se ela também tão sedutora
Foi pecado
Foi pecado
E foi pecado sim senhor
Que vida boa era a de Lisboa
Gingão de roda batida
corsário sem cruzado
ao som do baile mandado
em terra de pimenta e maravilha
com sonhos de prata e fantasia
com sonhos da cor do arco-íris
desvaira se os vires
desvairas magias
Já tenho a vela enfunada
marrano sem vergonha
judeu sem coisa nem fronha
vou de viagem ai que largada
só vejo cores ai que alegria
só vejo piratas e tesouros
são pratas, são ouros,
são noites, são dias
Vou no espantoso trono das águas
vou no tremendo assopro dos ventos
vou por cima dos meus pensamentos
arrepia
arrepia
e arrepia sim senhor
que vida boa era a de Lisboa
O mar das águas ardendo
o delírio do céu
a fúria do barlavento
arreia a vela e vai marujo ao leme
vira o barco e cai marujo ao mar
vira o barco na curva da morte
e olha a minha sorte
e olha o meu azar
e depois do barco virado
grandes urros e gritos
na salvação dos aflitos
estala, mata, agarra, ai quem me ajuda
reza, implora, escapa, ai que pagode
rezam tremem heróis e eunucos
são mouros são turcos
são mouros acode!
Aquilo é uma tempestade medonha
aquilo vai p'ra lá do que é eterno
aquilo era o retrato do inferno
vai ao fundo
vai ao fundo
e vai ao fundo sim senhor
que vida boa era a de Lisboa
segunda-feira, novembro 24, 2003
sábado, novembro 15, 2003
Nina Simone "Sinnerman (Felix Da Housecat Heavenly House Mix)"
Absolutamente FANTÁSTICA!
Letra da versão original:
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the moon, 'Moon won't you hide me?'
Run to the sea, 'Sea won't you hide me?'
Run to the sun, 'Sun won't you hide me all on that day?'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the moon'll be a bleeding.'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the sea'll be a sinking.'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the sun'll be a freezin' all on that day!'
Run to the Lord, 'Lord won't you hide me?'
Run to the Lord, 'Lord won't you hide me?'
Run, run, 'Lord won't you hide me all on that day?'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying.'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying.'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying all on that day.'
Absolutamente FANTÁSTICA!
Letra da versão original:
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the moon, 'Moon won't you hide me?'
Run to the sea, 'Sea won't you hide me?'
Run to the sun, 'Sun won't you hide me all on that day?'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the moon'll be a bleeding.'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the sea'll be a sinking.'
Lord says, 'Sinner man, the sun'll be a freezin' all on that day!'
Run to the Lord, 'Lord won't you hide me?'
Run to the Lord, 'Lord won't you hide me?'
Run, run, 'Lord won't you hide me all on that day?'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying.'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying.'
Lord says 'Sinner man, you should've been a praying all on that day.'
Nancy Sinatra "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)"
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone I dont know why
Until this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone I dont know why
Until this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
quarta-feira, novembro 12, 2003
in Público, 12/11/03
Horas não são registadas nem pagas
Banca não cumpre a lei do trabalho extraordinário
Nos últimos três anos, a Inspecção-Geral do Trabalho aplicou mais de mil coimas. Segundo os sindicalistas, o Grupo Totta é o mais prevaricador, "devendo" acima de 20 milhões de euros aos trabalhadores.
....
“É verdade que a não remuneração de horas extraordinária é comum a todos os bancos”, confirma Cristina Damião, do Sindicato Bancário do Sul e Ilhas (SBSI), ligado ao PSD, PS e independentes, mas “no Totta é uma prática geral e organizada, emanada de cima”. Depois do grupo Totta/Santander/CPP, “o BCP, o BPI e o BES são, por esta ordem, os mais faltosos, tentando, por vezes, não cumprir a legislação e fugindo ao pagamento”, mas “são casos esporádicos”, sublinha a sindicalista.
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Livros do Totta “estão falseados”
“Os livros de registos de horas estão falseados no Grupo Totta” acusa ainda João Pascoal, da Comissão Sindical do CPP (ver texto nesta página). António Grosso, membro do Comissão dos Trabalhadores (CT) do Grupo, refere mesmo “existir nas mãos dos sindicalistas prova documental deste facto”, nomeadamente, “fotocópias das páginas de livros de registo de horas suplementares de alguns balcões, como os da rede de Trás-os-Montes, e onde não constam datas, mas aparecem as assinaturas de colaboradores e a hora de início do trabalho extraordinário e se omite a hora de saída. ”. Acrescenta que as cópias foram tiradas a 16 e 17 de Setembro de 2003, “durante as visitas da CT, facto que levou a directora comercial da rede transmontana a contactar os gerentes para não nos entregarem o Livro de Horas”.
“Todos os livros de registo de trabalho suplementar dos bancos do grupo são os livros oficiais exigidos por lei, sendo as horas extraordinárias neles registadas integralmente pagas. Acresce que o grupo está a implementar um sistema informático de registo e seguimento das horas de trabalho suplementar tendo em vista a melhoria deste processo”, esclarece igualmente a administração.
Cristina Damião afirma que o que hoje se passa no grupo Totta é “altamente preocupante” e “não é comparável com o que se verifica em mais nenhum banco em Portugal”, embora, admita, que todos comentem irregularidades. “A situação é de tal forma extremada que a direcção do SBSI contactou, pela primeira vez, a sua congénere espanhola para perceber como é que o Santander actua em Espanha”. O encontro decorreu nos dias 20 e 21 de Outubro em Lisboa, tendo estado presentes o presidente do sindicato, Delmiro Correia, e os dirigentes Cristina Damião e Paulo Alexandre, assim como, do lado espanhol, os dirigentes sindicais da UGT José António Gracia e Miguel Gersol.
O Totta é ainda acusado de fazer de forma institucionalizada “coacção e assédio moral” sobre os colaboradores. Em declarações ao PÚBLICO, fonte oficial do Grupo liderado por António Horta Osório recusou as críticas, observando que o Totta “nunca se furtou ao diálogo em sede própria”. E afirmou ainda desconhecer qualquer forma de coacção que obrigue os trabalhadores a fazer horas extraordinárias sob ameaça de transferência de balcão e despedimento.
Horas não são registadas nem pagas
Banca não cumpre a lei do trabalho extraordinário
Nos últimos três anos, a Inspecção-Geral do Trabalho aplicou mais de mil coimas. Segundo os sindicalistas, o Grupo Totta é o mais prevaricador, "devendo" acima de 20 milhões de euros aos trabalhadores.
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“É verdade que a não remuneração de horas extraordinária é comum a todos os bancos”, confirma Cristina Damião, do Sindicato Bancário do Sul e Ilhas (SBSI), ligado ao PSD, PS e independentes, mas “no Totta é uma prática geral e organizada, emanada de cima”. Depois do grupo Totta/Santander/CPP, “o BCP, o BPI e o BES são, por esta ordem, os mais faltosos, tentando, por vezes, não cumprir a legislação e fugindo ao pagamento”, mas “são casos esporádicos”, sublinha a sindicalista.
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Livros do Totta “estão falseados”
“Os livros de registos de horas estão falseados no Grupo Totta” acusa ainda João Pascoal, da Comissão Sindical do CPP (ver texto nesta página). António Grosso, membro do Comissão dos Trabalhadores (CT) do Grupo, refere mesmo “existir nas mãos dos sindicalistas prova documental deste facto”, nomeadamente, “fotocópias das páginas de livros de registo de horas suplementares de alguns balcões, como os da rede de Trás-os-Montes, e onde não constam datas, mas aparecem as assinaturas de colaboradores e a hora de início do trabalho extraordinário e se omite a hora de saída. ”. Acrescenta que as cópias foram tiradas a 16 e 17 de Setembro de 2003, “durante as visitas da CT, facto que levou a directora comercial da rede transmontana a contactar os gerentes para não nos entregarem o Livro de Horas”.
“Todos os livros de registo de trabalho suplementar dos bancos do grupo são os livros oficiais exigidos por lei, sendo as horas extraordinárias neles registadas integralmente pagas. Acresce que o grupo está a implementar um sistema informático de registo e seguimento das horas de trabalho suplementar tendo em vista a melhoria deste processo”, esclarece igualmente a administração.
Cristina Damião afirma que o que hoje se passa no grupo Totta é “altamente preocupante” e “não é comparável com o que se verifica em mais nenhum banco em Portugal”, embora, admita, que todos comentem irregularidades. “A situação é de tal forma extremada que a direcção do SBSI contactou, pela primeira vez, a sua congénere espanhola para perceber como é que o Santander actua em Espanha”. O encontro decorreu nos dias 20 e 21 de Outubro em Lisboa, tendo estado presentes o presidente do sindicato, Delmiro Correia, e os dirigentes Cristina Damião e Paulo Alexandre, assim como, do lado espanhol, os dirigentes sindicais da UGT José António Gracia e Miguel Gersol.
O Totta é ainda acusado de fazer de forma institucionalizada “coacção e assédio moral” sobre os colaboradores. Em declarações ao PÚBLICO, fonte oficial do Grupo liderado por António Horta Osório recusou as críticas, observando que o Totta “nunca se furtou ao diálogo em sede própria”. E afirmou ainda desconhecer qualquer forma de coacção que obrigue os trabalhadores a fazer horas extraordinárias sob ameaça de transferência de balcão e despedimento.
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