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Bia'/><category term='Foto &quot;Caos di memorie&quot;'/><category term='Foto &quot;Le ali della libertà&quot;'/><category term='Etichette: Foto &quot;Così è se vi pare&quot;'/><category term='fotos di bia'/><category term='Poema: O rio'/><category term='Rabiolando'/><category term='saindo do meu corpo cada dia mais.'/><category term='foto bia pêggas'/><category term='Poesia de Manuel'/><category term='Todas as fotos: bia pêggas.'/><category term='Historia da Arte'/><category term='Imagem do filme M'/><category term='Parque da Cidade'/><title type='text'>Objetos de Cena</title><subtitle type='html'>A Arte como Forma de Pensamento.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>261</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5644041472459685321</id><published>2011-10-22T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:35:07.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQdglgzNPY/TqNRmco_r0I/AAAAAAAADA4/tNQOi4sI3H8/s1600/22102011035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQdglgzNPY/TqNRmco_r0I/AAAAAAAADA4/tNQOi4sI3H8/s320/22102011035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-5644041472459685321?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5644041472459685321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5644041472459685321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5644041472459685321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5644041472459685321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/10/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim de semana'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmQdglgzNPY/TqNRmco_r0I/AAAAAAAADA4/tNQOi4sI3H8/s72-c/22102011035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5715182966198284683</id><published>2011-10-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:30:06.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Michael-Basquiat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cpEOaQ3hEuY" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i43fE7c2zcU/Tp39GB_EnzI/AAAAAAAADAY/yPwHC4OjZA0/s1600/basquiat-arroz-con-pollo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i43fE7c2zcU/Tp39GB_EnzI/AAAAAAAADAY/yPwHC4OjZA0/s200/basquiat-arroz-con-pollo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basquiat &amp;gt; Arroz con pollo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de Basquiat, chamada de "primitivismo intelectualizado", uma  tendência neo-expressionista, retrata personagens esqueléticos, rostos  apavorados, rostos mascarados, carros, edifícios, policiais, ícones  negros da música e do boxe, cenas da vida urbana, além de colagens,  junto a pinceladas nervosas, rabiscos, escritas indecifráveis, sempre em  cores fortes e em telas grandes. Quase sempre o elemento negro está  retratado, em meio ao caos. Há também uma dessacralização de ícones da  história da arte, como a sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; (acrílico e óleo sobre tela) que é uma figura monstruosa riscada no suporte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O  período mais criativo da curta vida e da carreira meteórica de Basquiat  situa-se entre 1982-1985, e coincide com a amizade com Warhol, época em  que faz colagens e quadros com mensagens escritas, que lembram o  graffiti do início e que remetem às suas raízes africanas. É também o  período em que começa a participar de grandes exposições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Assista o filme: Basquiat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; (1996), filme inspirado na vida do artista, dirigido por  Julian  Schnabel, com Jeffrey Wright como Basquiat e David Bowie como  Andy Wahrol. (AAR)   &lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-5715182966198284683?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5715182966198284683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5715182966198284683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5715182966198284683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5715182966198284683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/10/basquiat.html' title='Jean Michael-Basquiat'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cpEOaQ3hEuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6210790610939935915</id><published>2011-10-16T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:18:31.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo,tempo,tempo,tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/6249459711/" title="Pensando no mar..."&gt;&lt;img alt="Pensando no mar... by Bia Pêggas" height="246" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/6249459711_95f8051226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/6249459711/"&gt;Pensando no mar...&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calma, calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;Sem vento e ventania&lt;br /&gt;Que acalma o verde&lt;br /&gt;do meu mar.&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/2149126543919216672-6210790610939935915?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6210790610939935915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6210790610939935915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6210790610939935915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6210790610939935915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/10/tempotempotempotempo.html' title='Tempo,tempo,tempo,tempo...'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/6249459711_95f8051226_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7573690538876597073</id><published>2011-10-16T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T06:19:52.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bia. Texto Léo Steinberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura di bia'/><title type='text'>Outros Critérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDtrAjqQ4fY/TprY_7AUi5I/AAAAAAAADAE/FNc_d2aE7ik/s1600/Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDtrAjqQ4fY/TprY_7AUi5I/AAAAAAAADAE/FNc_d2aE7ik/s400/Blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nanquim, crayon,Acrílica, aproveitamento de manchas sobre suporte tratado.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"O crítico interessado numa nova manifestação mantém afastados seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;critérios e seu gosto. Uma vez que foram formulados com base na arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;anterior, ele não presume que sejam feitos para arte de hoje. [...] Já que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;está dando notas, ele suspende o julgamento até que a intenção da obra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;entre em foco e sua reação será – no sentido literal da palavra – de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;empatia; não necessariamente para aprovar, mas para senti-la como algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que não se parece com nada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Léo Steinberg &lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-7573690538876597073?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7573690538876597073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7573690538876597073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7573690538876597073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7573690538876597073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/10/outros-criterios.html' title='Outros Critérios'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDtrAjqQ4fY/TprY_7AUi5I/AAAAAAAADAE/FNc_d2aE7ik/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6566257094992118614</id><published>2011-10-09T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:38:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randazzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IlsPzvIu-oU" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tr style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;td class="VAlignTop" style="line-height: 15px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="VAlignTop VideoPropertiesContainer" style="line-height: 15px; vertical-align: top; width: 677px;"&gt;&lt;div class="VideoProperties" style="line-height: 15px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="mpf0_hmlvControl_001_video_desc" style="display: block; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Immagini realizzate nel settembre 2011, durante una gita con amici dell'UIF (Unione Italiana Fotoamatori) siciliani. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWjaKuIeNY/TZchXhxxrYI/AAAAAAAAC_U/m2ZE29JMKN0/s1600/1ad730ed0890e1a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWjaKuIeNY/TZchXhxxrYI/AAAAAAAAC_U/m2ZE29JMKN0/s400/1ad730ed0890e1a7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Sobretudo um dia virá em que todo meu movimento será criação, nascimento, eu romperei                             todos os nãos que existem dentro de mim, provarei a mim mesma que nada há a temer,                             que tudo o que eu for será sempre onde haja uma mulher com meu princípio, erguerei                             dentro de mim o que sou um dia, a um gesto meu minhas vagas se levantarão poderosas,                             água pura submergindo a dúvida, a consciência, eu serei forte como a alma de um                             animal e quando eu falar serão palavras não pensadas e lentas, não levemente sentidas,                             não cheias de vontade de humanidade, não o passado corroendo o futuro! O que eu                             disser soará fatal e inteiro!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claricelispector.com.br/autobiografia.aspx"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Um trecho da obra de Clarice Lispector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-89391226752075671?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/89391226752075671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=89391226752075671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/89391226752075671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/89391226752075671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/04/perto-do-coracao-selvagem1943.html' title='Perto do Coração Selvagem_1943'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWjaKuIeNY/TZchXhxxrYI/AAAAAAAAC_U/m2ZE29JMKN0/s72-c/1ad730ed0890e1a7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6708148600271064448</id><published>2011-03-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:13:38.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objetos de Cena'/><title type='text'>José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-03hJfn1vBXE/TYnwjkk1lOI/AAAAAAAAC-U/QLOAuKwvDNA/s1600/jose+saramago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-03hJfn1vBXE/TYnwjkk1lOI/AAAAAAAAC-U/QLOAuKwvDNA/s1600/jose+saramago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-03hJfn1vBXE/TYnwjkk1lOI/AAAAAAAAC-U/QLOAuKwvDNA/s320/jose+saramago.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Filho e neto de camponeses, José Saramago nasceu na aldeia de  Azinhaga, província do Ribatejo, no dia 16 de Novembro de 1922, se bem  que o registo oficial mencione como data de nascimento o dia 18. Os seus  pais emigraram para Lisboa quando ele não havia ainda completado dois  anos. A maior parte da sua vida decorreu, portanto, na capital, embora  até aos primeiros anos da idade adulta fossem numerosas, e por vezes  prolongadas, as suas estadas na aldeia natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fez estudos secundários (liceais e técnicos) que, por dificuldades  econômicas, não pode prosseguir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O seu primeiro emprego foi como  serralheiro mecânico, tendo exercido depois diversas profissões:  desenhista, funcionário da saúde e da previdência social, tradutor,  editor, jornalista. Publicou o seu primeiro livro, um romance,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Terra do Pecado&lt;/i&gt;,  em 1947, tendo estado depois largo tempo sem publicar (até 1966).  Trabalhou durante doze anos numa editora, onde exerceu funções de  direção literária e de produção. Colaborou como crítico literário na  revista&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Seara Nova&lt;/i&gt;. Em 1972 e 1973 fez parte da redação do jornal&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Diário de Lisboa&lt;/i&gt;, onde foi comentador político, tendo também coordenado, durante cerca de um ano, o suplemento cultural daquele vespertino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pertenceu à primeira Direção da Associação Portuguesa de Escritores e  foi, de 1985 a 1994, presidente da Assembleia Geral da Sociedade  Portuguesa de Autores. Entre Abril e Novembro de 1975 foi  diretor adjunto do jornal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Diário de Notícias&lt;/i&gt;. A partir de  1976 passou a viver exclusivamente do seu trabalho literário, primeiro  como tradutor, depois como autor. Em Fevereiro de 1993 decidiu repartir o  seu tempo entre a sua residência habitual em Lisboa e a ilha de  Lanzarote, no arquipélago das Canárias (Espanha).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faleceu em junho de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espaço Curvo e Finito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oculta consciência de não ser,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou de ser num estar que me transcende,&lt;br /&gt;Numa rede de presenças&lt;br /&gt;E ausências,&lt;br /&gt;Numa fuga para o ponto de partida:&lt;br /&gt;Um perto que é tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;Um longe aqui. &lt;br /&gt;Uma ânsia de estar e de temer&lt;br /&gt;A semente que de ser se surpreende,&lt;br /&gt;As pedras que repetem as cadências&lt;br /&gt;Da onda sempre nova e repetida&lt;br /&gt;Que neste espaço curvo vem de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;José saramago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Jose_Saramago/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/pop-arte/noticia/2010/06/veja-videos-sobre-escritor-portugues-jose-saramago.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vídeos sobre José Saramago.&lt;/a&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-6708148600271064448?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6708148600271064448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6708148600271064448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6708148600271064448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6708148600271064448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/jose-saramago.html' title='José Saramago'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-03hJfn1vBXE/TYnwjkk1lOI/AAAAAAAAC-U/QLOAuKwvDNA/s72-c/jose+saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8830493882309158715</id><published>2011-03-22T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:32:05.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objetos de Cena'/><title type='text'>Casimiro de Abreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Romantismo - tanto português, como brasileiro - usou e abusou de poemas com o enfoque do exílio, e seu maior ícone é "Canção do exílio", de Gonçalves Dias, poema que, composto em 1843 e publicado em livro em 1846, tem sido um grande alvo de intertextualidade,de um ponto de vista seja brasileiro, seja português. Assim, vários autores valeram-se de dados básicos da canção de Gonçalves Dias ou simplesmente do tema do exílio para também idolatrar sua terra natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: Emílio Alarcon Vaz &amp;gt; Prof. de Literatura Portuguesa na Universidade Federal do Rio Grande e Mestre em Literatura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canção do Exílio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho de morrer na flor dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! não seja já;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir na laranjeira, à tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Cantar o sabiá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, eu sinto e tu bem vês que eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Respirando este ar;&lt;br /&gt;Faz que eu viva, Senhor! dá-me de novo&lt;br /&gt;Os gozos do meu lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O país estrangeiro mais belezas&lt;br /&gt;Do que a pátria não tem;&lt;br /&gt;E este mundo não vale um só dos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Tão doces duma mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me os sítios gentis onde eu brincava&lt;br /&gt;Lá na quadra infantil;&lt;br /&gt;Dá que eu veja uma vez o céu da pátria,&lt;br /&gt;O céu do meu Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho de morrer na flor dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! não seja já!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir na laranjeira, à tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Cantar o sabiá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver esse céu da minha terra&lt;br /&gt;Tão lindo e tão azul!&lt;br /&gt;E a nuvem cor-de-rosa que passava&lt;br /&gt;Correndo lá do sul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dormir à sombra dos coqueiros,&lt;br /&gt;As folhas por dossel;&lt;br /&gt;E ver se apanho a borboleta branca,&lt;br /&gt;Que voa no vergel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentar-me à beira do riacho&lt;br /&gt;Das tardes ao cair,&lt;br /&gt;E sozinho cismando no crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos do porvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho de morrer na flor dos anos,&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! não seja já;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir na laranjeira, à tarde,&lt;br /&gt;A voz do sabiá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero morrer cercado dos perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Dum clima tropical,&lt;br /&gt;E sentir, expirando, as harmonias&lt;br /&gt;Do meu berço natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha campa será entre as mangueiras,&lt;br /&gt;Banhada do luar,&lt;br /&gt;E eu contente dormirei tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;À sombra do meu lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cachoeiras chorarão sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Porque cedo morri,&lt;br /&gt;E eu sonho no sepulcro os meus amores&lt;br /&gt;Na terra onde nasci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho de morrer na flor dos anos,&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! não seja já;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir na laranjeira, à tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Cantar o sabiá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alfa/casimiro-de-abreu/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Saiba mais sobre Casimiro de Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-8830493882309158715?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8830493882309158715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8830493882309158715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8830493882309158715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8830493882309158715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/casimiro-de-abreu.html' title='Casimiro de Abreu'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6055173364874872742</id><published>2011-03-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T05:03:42.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dica de leitura'/><title type='text'>O Outono da Idade Média</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Me0mCaleaAA/TYc9lK2SSrI/AAAAAAAAC94/f6UWhTMv5b8/s1600/outono6-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Me0mCaleaAA/TYc9lK2SSrI/AAAAAAAAC94/f6UWhTMv5b8/s320/outono6-med.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os provérbios&lt;/i&gt;, de Pieter Brueghel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para  compreender o espírito medieval como uma unidade total, é necessário  analisar as formas básicas de seu pensamento não apenas levando em conta  as representações elevadas, mas também a sabedoria de vida do cotidiano  e das práticas mundanas.A necessidade de exprimir cada incidente da  vida com um modelo moral apresenta sua expressão mais geral e mais  natural no provérbio, que tinha uma função muito viva no pensamento  medieval. O tom do provérbio costuma ser irônico, é geralmente  bem-humorado e sempre resignado. Exemplos: "Os malvestidos são postos de  costas para o vento." "Ninguém é casto se não for necessário." "O homem  é bom, desde que tema por sua pele."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dica de Leitura: O Outono da Idade Média, de Johan Huizinga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-6055173364874872742?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6055173364874872742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6055173364874872742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6055173364874872742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6055173364874872742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-outono-da-idade-media.html' title='O Outono da Idade Média'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Me0mCaleaAA/TYc9lK2SSrI/AAAAAAAAC94/f6UWhTMv5b8/s72-c/outono6-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5863776910603306904</id><published>2011-03-19T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:59:10.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assis valente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GUuEB3gshiE/TYSaOwjCJCI/AAAAAAAAC90/hSsAJjbHh10/s1600/assisvalenteboasfestas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GUuEB3gshiE/TYSaOwjCJCI/AAAAAAAAC90/hSsAJjbHh10/s320/assisvalenteboasfestas.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Compositor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu, segundo seu relato, em plena areia quente,  no Caminho de Bom Jardim a Patioba, na Bahia, durante uma viagem de sua  mãe. Teve uma infância conturbada, tendo sido roubado dos pais - José de  Assis Valente e Maria Esteves Valente - e entregue depois a uma familia  para ser criado. Trabalhava até ficar exausto durante a semana e, aos  sábados, ia à tarde fazer feira com sua patroa. Vagou com um circo pelo  interior, no qual, entre outras coisas, cantava: "Vejam só \ Vejam só \ A  roupa que há cem anos, já usava minha avó \ Veio a vez \ veio a vez \  De cada roupa dessas se fazer duas e três". Em Salvador, trabalhou como  farmacêutico, fez cursos de desenho no Liceu de Artes e Ofícios e  profissionalizou-se como especialista em prótese dentária. Transferiu-se  para o Rio de Janeiro, em 1927 e empregou-se como protético. Após muita  luta, conseguiu publicar alguns desenhos no Shimmy, Fon-Fon, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  início dos anos 1930, começou a compor sambas.  Em 1932, conheceu  Heitor dos Prazeres, que  muito o incentivou. Em princípios de 1941,  casou-se com  Nadili, com  quem teve sua única filha, Nara Nadili  nascida em 1942. Pouco depois o casal se separou. A 13 de maio de 1941,  no apogeu de  sua carreira de compositor, o Rio de Janeiro foi sacudido  com a notícia de que ele se tinha atirado do Corcovado e, milagrosamente  preso a um galho de árvore, fora libertado por uma equipe do Corpo de  Bombeiros. Mas, embora salvo, moralmente prosseguiu em sua queda do  abismo. Nunca mais foi o mesmo. Seu nome foi, aos poucos, sendo  esquecido e, a partir de então, só esporadicamente voltava ao cartaz.  Anos depois da primeira tentativa, quando Elvira Pagã, com escândalo,  cobrou-lhe uma dívida de Cr$ 4.000,00 (quatro mil cruzeiros), tentou  novamente o suicídio, dessa vez com lâmina de barbear. Passou então a  viver de seu laboratório de prótese dentária e esporadicamente de sua  música.  Mas, para pagar o laboratório, era geralmente obrigado a  contrair novas dívidas. Ao contrário do que muitos pensavam, continuava a  compor. Freqüentemente mostrava aos íntimos uma composição nova, de  rara beleza. Compunha quase uma música por dia. Não conseguia,  entretanto, gravá-las. No máximo, quando as dívidas apertavam, vendia um  samba que depois, assinado por outros, fazia sucesso. A 10 de março de  1958, desesperado com sua situação financeira, resolveu suicidar-se.  Deixou a casa em que morava, na Rua Santo Amaro, 112, seguiu para o seu  consultório na Cinelândia, onde permaneceu até cerca das l3h30 min. Às  15 h foi à Sbacem, sociedade arrecadadora de direitos autorais à qual  estava filiado, para se informar de seus rendimentos. Estava tão nervoso  que o tesoureiro da  Sbacem, Joubert de Carvalho, deu-lhe um sedativo.  Ás 16h30 min telefonou para seu laboratório dando instruções a seus  empregados do que deveria ser feito após sua morte. Às 17h30 min  telefonava para seu editor, Vicente Vitale, e para o embaixador Pascoal  Carlos Magno comunicando-lhes que iria se matar. Vitale ainda tentou  ligar para a Polícia: era tarde. Exatamente às 17h55 min, portanto, oito  dias antes de seu 47º aniversário, em um banco da Praia do Russel,  junto de um play-ground onde brincavam crianças, tomou formicida com  guaraná. Vestia calça azul-marinho e blusão amarelo. Em seus bolsos  foram encontrados um par de óculos, uma carteira de identidade com o  retrato  rasgado, uma carta para a polícia e duas notas velhas de cinco  cruzeiros. Na carta, entre outras coisas, esclarecia que morria por sua  vontade, estando seriamente endividado, e fazia um apelo ao público para  que comprasse seu novo disco "Lamento". Pedia ainda a Ary Barroso que  pagasse o aluguel atrasado de duas residências. E acrescentava: "Vou  parar de escrever, pois estou chorando de saudade de todos, e de tudo".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Leia mais sobre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dicionariompb.com.br/assis-valente"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Assis Valente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/2149126543919216672-5863776910603306904?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5863776910603306904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5863776910603306904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5863776910603306904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5863776910603306904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/assis-valente.html' title='Assis valente'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GUuEB3gshiE/TYSaOwjCJCI/AAAAAAAAC90/hSsAJjbHh10/s72-c/assisvalenteboasfestas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3723960271542876623</id><published>2011-03-18T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:41:32.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metropolis&gt; Teatro Municipal RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wtPnbgnvKVk/TYNSwFDrXSI/AAAAAAAAC9o/5HaqVU1uOxs/s1600/MetropolisExtrah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wtPnbgnvKVk/TYNSwFDrXSI/AAAAAAAAC9o/5HaqVU1uOxs/s320/MetropolisExtrah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatromunicipal.rj.gov.br/"&gt;http://www.theatromunicipal.rj.gov.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3723960271542876623?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3723960271542876623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3723960271542876623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3723960271542876623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3723960271542876623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/metropolis-teatro-municipal-rj.html' title='Metropolis&gt; Teatro Municipal RJ'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wtPnbgnvKVk/TYNSwFDrXSI/AAAAAAAAC9o/5HaqVU1uOxs/s72-c/MetropolisExtrah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-977430054382767312</id><published>2011-03-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:37:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fritz Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="200" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZSExdX0tds4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Metrópolis, ano de 2026. Os seres humanos foram divididos em duas  castas: os intelectuais, que moram na superfície, e os operários, que  vivem nos subterrâneos da cidade e fazem todo o trabalho duro para que  ela funcione. A divisão, porém, é estremecida quando o filho do prefeito  desce aos subterrâneos e acaba se apaixonando por Maria, uma operária  que tenta liderar seus companheiros contra os maus tratos a que são  submetidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fritz Lang é um dos expoentes do Expressionismo, um estilo que tentava descrever emoções subjectivas e as reacções que os objectos e os acontecimentos provocam, e não a realidade objectiva, e que se caracterizou na Alemanha por ter um estilo duro, arrojado e visualmente muito intenso. O primeiro filme de sucesso que realizou foi &lt;i&gt;Der müde Tod&lt;/i&gt;  (1921), mas a série de filmes que realizou em 1919-1920 com o título &lt;i&gt;Die Spinnen&lt;/i&gt;, já o tinham tornado conhecido enquanto realizador. O filme seguinte, &lt;i&gt;Dr. Mabuse, der Spieler&lt;/i&gt;  (1922) estuda um criminoso de génio; &lt;i&gt;Die Nibelungen&lt;/i&gt; (1924), baseado no romance medieval alemão redescoberto em 1755 e celebrizado por Wagner, conta a história de uma vingança auto-destrutiva; &lt;i&gt;Metropolis&lt;/i&gt; (1926) possivelmente o mais importante filme de ficção científica alguma vez realizado, é uma visão expressionista do futuro, baseado no livro da sua mulher Thea von Harbou, com quem se casou em 1922, e que tinha conhecido quando ambos escreveram o guião de &lt;i&gt;Der müde Todt&lt;/i&gt; (1921); e &lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt; (1931), o seu filme alemão mais famoso, e o seu primeiro filme sonoro, mostra um assassino de crianças que confessa o seu comportamento criminosos compulsivo.              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O filme &lt;i&gt;Das Testament des Dr. Mabuse&lt;/i&gt; (1932), onde um louco descreve a filosofia nazi, foi proibido em Março de 1933 pelo chefe da propaganda nazi Joseph Goebbels, dois meses depois do partido nacional-socialista ter tomado o poder,&amp;nbsp;mas o que não o impediu de convidar Lang a supervisionar a indústria cinematográfica alemã, e a realizar filmes de propaganda.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Lang abandonou Berlim nesse mesmo dia, indo viver para Paris, onde realizou um  filme com Charles Boyer, tendo-se mais tarde estabelecido nos Estados Unidos, de que se tornou cidadão em 1935.  Entretanto a mulher pediu o divórcio e aderiu ao Nazismo.              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O seu primeiro filme americano, &lt;i&gt;Fury&lt;/i&gt; (1936), estudo de uma multidão que realiza um linchamento, é considerado o seu melhor&amp;nbsp;da fase americana. Outros se lhe seguiram de 1937, em que realizou &lt;i&gt;You Only Live Once&lt;/i&gt; até 1956 data do seu último filme &lt;i&gt;Beyond a Reasonable Doubt&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em 1956 Lang, farto de produtores metediços e controladores, abandonou a América indo viver para a Alemanha. Em 1959 realizou, em alemão, dois filmes na Índia, e em 1960 realizou na Alemanha o seu último filme &lt;i&gt;Die Tausend Augen des Dr. Mabuse.&lt;/i&gt; Em 1964, quase cego, presidiu ao Festival de Cannes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Fontes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enciclopédia Britânica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1927, Alemanha.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-977430054382767312?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/977430054382767312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=977430054382767312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/977430054382767312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/977430054382767312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/fritz-lang.html' title='Fritz Lang'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZSExdX0tds4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6221983567120035047</id><published>2011-03-17T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:16:51.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Léo Steinberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma das mentes mais brilhantes da crítica de arte do século XX, Leo  Steinberg faleceu em Nova York no último domingo, 13/3, aos 90 anos.  Especialista em arte renascentista e barroca, o autor compreendeu também  a produção moderna – escrevendo sempre de forma eloquente e  inspiradora, sua pena aguçou a mente de diversas gerações de estudiosos,  críticos e artistas que o receberam como um grande ensaísta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nascido em 1920 em Moscou, educado em Berlim e Londres, Steinberg  obteve em 1960 o doutorado pelo Instituto de Belas Artes da Universidade  de Nova York. Durante a vida acadêmica, passou ainda pela City  University of New York, pelo Hunter College e pelas universidades de  Harvard e Pensilvânia.&amp;nbsp;Em 2008, a Cosac Naify publicou um de seus livros  mais importantes, &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/ObraSinopse/10114/Outros-crit%C3%A9rios.aspx" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"&gt;Outros critérios: confrontos com a arte do século XX&lt;/a&gt;,  que reúne 13 ensaios produzidos entre os anos 1950 e 70 – a edição  brasileira é selada por um prefácio escrito por Steinberg especialmente  para esta casa editorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em homenagem ao crítico, disponibilizamos para leitura um dos ensaios do livro,&amp;nbsp;“&lt;strong&gt;Os crânios de Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;”.  Nele, Steinberg analisa em prosa envolvente as imagens de crânios  pintados e esculpidos pelo artista, recorrendo para tanto a passagens  biográficas como a que destacamos a seguir. É digno de nota que, para  narrar este trecho, Steinberg resgatou as memórias de um grande amigo de  Picasso, Roland Penrose (esta convivência renderia a seu filho,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1570/Antony-Penrose.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Antony Penrose&lt;/a&gt;, o livro&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/ObraSinopse/11496/O-menino-que-mordeu-Picasso.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;O menino que mordeu Picasso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sobre o qual &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/blog/?p=7148" target="_blank"&gt;já falamos por aqui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“(…) em 1940, por ocasião da Segunda Guerra Mundial, os crânios  entraram seriamente em sua arte. A morte real estava do lado de fora, o  medo real ancorado dentro, e, assim, a iconografia de Picasso concentrou  seu foco sobre ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(…) No auge da guerra, de volta a seu ateliê de Paris e adentrando os 63 anos, Picasso começou a trabalhar no bronze de uma &lt;em&gt;Caveira&lt;/em&gt;  em escala maior que a natural. Amigos leais mantiveram um fluxo  clandestino de sucata de metal para o seu ateliê, e Picasso temeu pelo  destino de seus bronzes quando os oficiais alemães o visitaram. ‘Eles  não servirão para fazer suas armas enormes’, disse nervosamente. ‘Não’,  um deles replicou, ‘mas poderiam fazer armas pequenas.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Caveira&lt;/em&gt; de bronze sobreviveu. 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MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para curtir notícias de Cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdecine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Clique para ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-1774129596771047202?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1774129596771047202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1774129596771047202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1774129596771047202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1774129596771047202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinema-la-carte.html' title='Cinema a la carte'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4027861811410535147</id><published>2011-03-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:02:40.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiquinha Gonzaga: Mulher à frente do seu tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="150" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9B2xHmKpVcE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Compositora, instrumentista, regente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro, RJ,  17/10/1847–idem, 28/02/1935. Maior personalidade feminina da história da  música popular brasileira e uma das expressões maiores da luta pelas  liberdades no país, promotora da nacionalização musical, primeira  maestrina, autora da primeira canção carnavalesca, primeira pianista de  choro, introdutora da música popular nos salões elegantes, fundadora da  primeira sociedade protetora dos direitos autorais, Chiquinha Gonzaga  nasceu no Rio de Janeiro, filha do militar José Basileu Neves Gonzaga e  de Rosa Maria de Lima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estudou piano com professor particular e aos 11 anos compôs sua  primeira música, uma cantiga de Natal: Canção dos Pastores.  Casou-se  aos 16 anos, com um oficial da Marinha Mercante escolhido por seus pais.  Poucos anos depois abandonou o marido por um  engenheiro de estradas de  ferro, de quem também logo se separou. Passou a sobreviver como  professora de piano. A convite do famoso flautista Joaquim Antônio da  Silva Callado (1848-1880), passou a integrar o Choro Carioca como  pianista, tocar em festas e freqüentar o ambiente artístico da época. A  estréia como compositora se deu em 1877, com a polca Atraente, composta  de improviso durante roda de choro em casa do compositor Henrique Alves  de Mesquita e publicada pela Viúva Canongia, Grande Estabelecimento de  Pianos e Músicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por desafiar os padrões familiares da época, sofreu fortes  preconceitos.  Aperfeiçoou-se com o pianista português Artur Napoleão  (1843-1925). Sua vontade de musicar para teatro levou-a a escrever  partitura para um libreto de Artur Azevedo, Viagem ao Parnaso. A peça  foi recusada pelos empresários. Outras tentativas fracassaram, até que  conseguiu, em 1885, musicar a opereta de costumes A Corte na Roça,  encenada no Teatro Príncipe Imperial. Em 1889 promoveu e regeu, no  Teatro São Pedro de Alcântara, um concerto de violões, instrumento  estigmatizado àquela época. Foi uma ativa participante do movimento pela  abolição da escravatura, vendendo suas partituras de porta em porta a  fim de angariar fundos para a Confederação Libertadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com o dinheiro arrecadado na venda de suas músicas comprou a alforria  de José Flauta, um escravo músico.  Chiquinha Gonzaga também participou  da campanha republicana e  de todas as grandes causas sociais do seu  tempo. Já era uma artista consagrada quando compôs, em 1899, a primeira  marcha-rancho, Ó Abre Alas, verdadeiro hino do carnaval brasileiro. Na  primeira década deste século esteve algumas vezes na Europa, fixando  residência em Lisboa por três anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leia mais, &lt;a href="http://www.chiquinhagonzaga.com/biografia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &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/2149126543919216672-4027861811410535147?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4027861811410535147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4027861811410535147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4027861811410535147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4027861811410535147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/03/chiquinha-gonzaga-mulher-frente-do-seu.html' title='Chiquinha Gonzaga: Mulher à frente do seu tempo!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9B2xHmKpVcE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2215093201314126904</id><published>2011-03-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T05:22:16.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denize Torbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lfSP9MZExzg/TXOKeotziYI/AAAAAAAAC8I/uUOBy10aoj8/s1600/Denize+Torbes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lfSP9MZExzg/TXOKeotziYI/AAAAAAAAC8I/uUOBy10aoj8/s320/Denize+Torbes.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Compartilhando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Série PÃES DE AÇUCAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;peça maciça feita em cerâmica de várias argilas representa o Pão de Açucar, paisagem ícone da cidade do Rio de Janeiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;É  uma boa lembrança tanto do Rio de Janeiro como do Brasil, já que a  artista reproduz nos grafismos elementos das culturas ameríndia e  africana. As inscrições são feitas manualmente em cada peça, por isso  são peças únicas. O destaque fica por conta do “bondinho” em semente  denominada “tento olho de cabra”, encontrada na Amazônia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Denize Torbes&amp;nbsp;lançou em 2007 o pãozão em tamanho grande e no lugar do bondinho, várias sementes naturais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Leia e saiba mais sobre Denize e suas belíssimas cerâmicas no site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denizetorbesartistaplastica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;http://denizetorbesartistaplastica.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dica de Som: &lt;a href="http://www.bandofhorses.com/us/home"&gt;Band of Horses&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cMFWFhTFohk" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-9141818269752519653?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/9141818269752519653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=9141818269752519653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9141818269752519653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9141818269752519653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/01/band-of-horses.html' title='Band of Horses'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cMFWFhTFohk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8565804685375787408</id><published>2011-01-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:49:05.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Paradiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nostágico e comovente, vê o charme do Cinema e a morte dos Palácios de filmes pelos olhos de uma criança - um dos títulos mais populares das últimas décadas, dentro e fora da Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Narra em flashback a história de Salvatore (Salvatore Cascio), menino que mora com a mãe viúva numa pequena vila Siciliana destruída pela guerra e se refugia da amarga rotina no Nuovo Cinema Paradiso, o cinema local, cujo projecionista, Alfredo (Philippe Noiret), cego num incêndio, se torna amigo do menino ensinando seu trabalho a ele, mas o encorajando a deixar a vila.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Na adolescência, Salvatore se apaixona pela filha de um banqueiro: Elena (Agnese Nano), e a conquista seguindo o conselho de Alfredo de ir toda noite a sua janela. Anos depois, já cineasta de sucesso, Salvatore (jacques Perrin) assiste a uma montagem deixada por Alfredo com toda as cenas de beijos de filmes exibidos no Paradiso ao longo dos anos - cenas que o Padre (Leopoldo Trieste) o obrigou a cortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Lembrete sutil de que o cinema é experiência pessoal, o que a trilha sonora de Ennio Morricone reforça, onde, neste filme, especificamente (Cinema Paradiso), evoca nossas memórias mais antigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Créditos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Direção de Giuseppe Tornatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Produtores: Franco Cristaldi, Giovanna Romagnoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Roteiro: Giuseppe Tornatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Direção de Fotografia: Blasco Giurato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Música: Ennio Morricone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Prêmios: Cannes : Prêmio Especial do Júri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Oscar: Melhor Filme Estrangeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fonte de Pesquisa deste Blog: Ronald Bergan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Historiador e Crítico de Cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5WQLdZ7d9Lc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-8565804685375787408?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8565804685375787408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8565804685375787408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8565804685375787408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8565804685375787408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/01/cinema-paradiso.html' title='Cinema Paradiso'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5WQLdZ7d9Lc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1843701953964122756</id><published>2011-01-24T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:38:46.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caça às Bruxas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="250" height="150" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SaLqBtfqRBQ" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Behmen (Nicolas Cage) é um cavaleiro que, depois de vários anos lutando nas &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Cruzadas&lt;/span&gt;, perdeu alguns amigos e até a fé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;De volta à sua Terra Natal, ele encontra uma Europa devastada pela fome e a peste negra. Neste cenário de destruição ele se une a um grupo de guerreiros encarregados de levar uma garota, suspeita de ser bruxa, para um monastério distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não leva muito tempo até que o grupo percebe que a jovem possui forças sobrenaturais, e que eles estão prestes a enfrentar um mal além da&amp;nbsp; batalha que a compreensão alcança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sobre as Cruzadas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Cavaleiro da época das Cruzadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;De 637 até meados do século XI, a Palestina, foi governada pelos Muçulmanos, chamados Sarracenos ou Árabes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Eram permitidas as peregrinações dos Cristãos a Jerusalém e aos lugares sagrados. Repentinamente, em 1071, a região foi dominada pelos ferozes turcos seljucidas, que massacraram e escravizaram peregrinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Em 1095 o Papa instituiu as Cruzadas e, incitados por Pedro, o Eremita, milhares de camponeses seguiram para a Terra Santa. A maioria foi morta ou transviou-se no caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Contudo, outro exército de 300 mil soldados, sob o comando de príncipes franceses dirigidos por Godofredo de Bulhão, e denominados cruzados porque usavam a insígnia da Cruz, tomaram Jerusalém e criaram ali um reino cristão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Em seguida, os muçulmanos reconquistaram parte da região e, depois de falhar uma outra Cruzada, que tentara capturar Damasco, Saladino, o sultão do Egito, expulsou os cristãos de Jerusalém (1187).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Nova expedição, chefiada pelo imperador da Alemanha e depois por Filipe, rei da França, e Ricardo, Coração de Leão, tomou Acre, mas são conseguiu atingir Jerusalém. Ricardo naufragou e foi aprisionado na Áustria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Houve muitas outras Cruzadas, inclusive a das Crianças, no decurso da qual 50 mil meninos morreram ou foram vendidos como escravos antes de chegarem a Jerusalém. Embora não tivessem sido bem sucedidas, as Cruzadas incrementaram o comércio e introduziram novas idéias na Europa, pois os sarracenos eram profundos conhecedores de Matemática, Medicina e Astronomia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;NOTA: As Cruzadas contribuíram para o Renasci­mento do Mediterrâneo como via marítima, utilizada para dar vigor às atividades comerciais das cidades costeiras da Itália, graças aos transportes para o Oriente.Os que pertenciam às Cruzadas e costuravam sobre sua vesti­menta uma cruz de pa­no como sinal de voto de peregrinação a Jerusalém, beneficiavam-se da proteção especial da Igreja em relação a seus bens e a sua pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-1843701953964122756?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1843701953964122756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1843701953964122756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1843701953964122756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1843701953964122756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/01/caca-as-bruxas.html' title='Caça às Bruxas'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SaLqBtfqRBQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-323695282019015539</id><published>2011-01-24T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:51:51.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje acordei com "fome de Clarice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela pousou em mim, como pousam os ventos nas folhas, tomando cada espaço que o espaço infinito se dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clarice é um &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;MITO&lt;/span&gt;, pois, assim como o sabemos, ele é, pelas versões acadêmicas,&amp;nbsp; uma "narrativa sagrada que tem por personagens seres sobrenaturais, e que procura dar ao homem respostas vitais para a sua existência e, ao mesmo tempo, tem a capacidade de sacralizar o espaço do real por ser ele próprio uma forma de irrupção do sagrado no profano". &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Universo do Mito. José Carlos Leal, pág.: 14. 1986.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje estou desorganizada como Clarice, sacralizada, como suas indagações, amada e odiada, num mesmo instante que, de um agora, nunca mais se bastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Estou desorganizada porque perdi o que não precisava? Nesta minha nova covardia                             – a covardia é o que de mais novo já me aconteceu, é a minha maior aventura, essa                             minha covardia é um campo tão amplo que só a grande coragem me leva a aceitá-la                             –, na minha nova covardia, que é como acordar de manhã na casa de um estrangeiro,                             não sei se terei coragem de simplesmente ir. É difícil perder-se. É tão difícil                             que provavelmente arrumarei depressa um modo de me achar, mesmo que achar-me mesmo                             seja de novo a mentira que vivo.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claricelispector.com.br/1964_Apaixaosegundogh.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-323695282019015539?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/323695282019015539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=323695282019015539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/323695282019015539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/323695282019015539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2011/01/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6624118316346097912</id><published>2010-11-16T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:04:04.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A revoluÇÃo É uma estetyka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TOJ_7s2qSWI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6uoLd7xjypI/s1600/bia+pegas0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TOJ_7s2qSWI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6uoLd7xjypI/s320/bia+pegas0010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"(...)O sentimento de colaboração humana renova e revela uma nova categoria de   individuo, mas é necessário para isto que a velha cultura seja  revolucionária.  Neste estágio, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;épica didática&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;necessita  do  instrumental científico psico-analítico a fim de fazer de cada homem um   criador que, de posse consciente e informada de todos seus instrumentos   mentais, possa fazer a revolução das massas criadoras".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tempoglauber.com.br/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Glauber Rocha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pintura: Bia Pêggas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-6624118316346097912?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6624118316346097912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6624118316346097912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6624118316346097912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6624118316346097912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/11/revolucao-e-uma-estetyka.html' title='A revoluÇÃo É uma estetyka'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TOJ_7s2qSWI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6uoLd7xjypI/s72-c/bia+pegas0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1866647571211721443</id><published>2010-11-08T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:36:49.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis não morreu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TNhCy8laRAI/AAAAAAAAC5M/hAKh3tNtLUg/s1600/desenho+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TNhCy8laRAI/AAAAAAAAC5M/hAKh3tNtLUg/s320/desenho+22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma gravura feita em 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bia Pêggas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-1866647571211721443?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1866647571211721443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1866647571211721443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1866647571211721443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1866647571211721443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/11/elvis-nao-morreu.html' title='Elvis não morreu!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TNhCy8laRAI/AAAAAAAAC5M/hAKh3tNtLUg/s72-c/desenho+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8739237635701205543</id><published>2010-11-08T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T04:25:31.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de Rádio:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9WOJh5Voh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9WOJh5Voh4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="150" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A "Era do Rádio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A partir de &lt;b&gt;1919&lt;/b&gt; começa a chamada "Era do rádio".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O microfone surge através da ampliação dos recursos do bocal do telefone, conseguidos em &lt;b&gt;1920&lt;/b&gt;, nos Estados Unidos, por engenheiro da Westinghouse. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foi a própria Westinghouse que fez nascer, meio por acaso, a radiofusão. Ela fabricava aparelhos de rádio para as tropas da Primeira Guerra Mundial e com o término do conflito ficou com um grande estoque de aparelhos encalhados. A solução para evitar o prejuízo foi instalar uma grande antena no pátio da fábrica e transmitir música para os habitantes do bairro. Os aparelhos encalhados foram então comercializados.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A primeira transmissão radiofônica oficial no Brasil, foi o dircurso do Presidente Epitácio Pessoa, no Rio de Janeiro, em plena comemoração do centenário da Independência do Brasil, no dia 7 de setembro de &lt;b&gt;1922&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; O discurso aconteceu numa exposição, na Praia Vermelha - Rio de Janeiro e o transmissor foi instalado no alto do Corcovado, pela Westinghouse Electric Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para se ter uma idéia de porque a época ficou conhecida como a "Era do Rádio", nos EUA o rádio crescia surpreendentemente. Em &lt;b&gt;1921&lt;/b&gt; eram 4 emissoras, mas no final de&lt;b&gt; 1922&lt;/b&gt;, os americanos contavam 382 emissoras.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A chegada do rádio comercial não demorou. Logo as emissoras reivindicaram o direito de conseguir sobreviver com seus próprios recursos. A pioneira no rádio comercial foi a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEAF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de Nova Iorque, pertencente à &lt;i&gt;Telephone and Telegraf Co.&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Ela irradiava anúncios e cobrava dois dólares por 12 segundos de comercial e cem dólares por 10 minutos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="aerado"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O "pai do rádio brasileiro" foi &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edgard Roquete Pinto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Ele e&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry Morize&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fundaram em 20 de abril de &lt;b&gt;1923&lt;/b&gt;, a primeira estação de rádio brasileira: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rádio Sociedade do Rio de Janeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Foi aí que surgiu o conceito de "rádio sociedade" ou "rádio clube", no qual os ouvintes eram associados e contribuíam com mensalidades para a manutenção da emissora. &lt;/a&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-8739237635701205543?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8739237635701205543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8739237635701205543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8739237635701205543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8739237635701205543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-pouco-de-radio.html' title='Um pouco de Rádio:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7077882353510177760</id><published>2010-10-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:00:47.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalhadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMiT6PJRZdI/AAAAAAAAC28/R96sc2eVtEs/s1600/bia+pegas0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMiT6PJRZdI/AAAAAAAAC28/R96sc2eVtEs/s320/bia+pegas0005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cera quente, Carvão, pastel seco sobre suporte tratado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bia Pêggas. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-7077882353510177760?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7077882353510177760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7077882353510177760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7077882353510177760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7077882353510177760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/10/trabalhadores.html' title='Trabalhadores'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMiT6PJRZdI/AAAAAAAAC28/R96sc2eVtEs/s72-c/bia+pegas0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7649213630878596551</id><published>2010-10-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T05:19:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma roda de Samba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMgYIJMTefI/AAAAAAAAC24/W31kEtYzhaU/s1600/40142_106202892781037_100001739806201_46571_1594410_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMgYIJMTefI/AAAAAAAAC24/W31kEtYzhaU/s320/40142_106202892781037_100001739806201_46571_1594410_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Clara está no tamborim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ph. de roda de samba &amp;gt; RJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7649213630878596551?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7649213630878596551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7649213630878596551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7649213630878596551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7649213630878596551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-roda-de-samba.html' title='Uma roda de Samba'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TMgYIJMTefI/AAAAAAAAC24/W31kEtYzhaU/s72-c/40142_106202892781037_100001739806201_46571_1594410_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-670420369309080520</id><published>2010-10-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:56:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labirinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TL8B8UmyicI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/bT6WVUgZ-sA/s1600/desenho+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TL8B8UmyicI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/bT6WVUgZ-sA/s320/desenho+15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desenho em Nanquim, feito em 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Bia Pêggas. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-670420369309080520?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/670420369309080520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=670420369309080520&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/670420369309080520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/670420369309080520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/10/labirinto.html' title='Labirinto'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TL8B8UmyicI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/bT6WVUgZ-sA/s72-c/desenho+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6008662387536683942</id><published>2010-10-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T06:41:18.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Dada Situação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/ObraSaibaMais/11500/Numa-dada-situa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.aspx"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;In a given situation/Numa dada situação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é  um projeto desenvolvido pela Cosac Naify em parceria com um dos  principais artistas plásticos contemporâneos, o belga Francis Alÿs  (Antuérpia, 1959). O livro tem como ponto de partida a obra que o  artista apresentará na 29ª edição da Bienal de Arte de São Paulo, o filme &lt;em&gt;Tornado&lt;/em&gt;.  Nele, Alÿs reúne o resultado de dez anos de filmagens de furacões no  sul da Cidade do México, onde vive. O livro é uma reelaboração poética  do universo desse filme, recentemente apresentado em retrospectiva sobre  Alÿs no museu Tate Modern, em Londres. Além de contar com &lt;em&gt;stills&lt;/em&gt;  da obra e com desenhos do artista feitos no processo de realização  dela, a edição reúne as mais diversas referências de Alÿs, sejam elas  fragmentos de textos de Samuel Beckett, Walter Benjamin ou Guimarães  Rosa, sejam fotografias tiradas do jornal e outros impressos. O volume,  editado em inglês e português, é enriquecido com dois textos feitos  especialmente para o livro, um do curador mexicano Cuauhtémoc Medina e  outro do matemático brasileiro Ton Marar, e conta ainda com um precioso &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ensaio do mexicano Alfonso Reyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2089266388"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl00_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Francis Alÿs &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2089266388"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Textos:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl01_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Alfonso Reyes&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl01_rptAutor_ctl02_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Cuauhtémoc Medina&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl01_rptAutor_ctl04_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Ton Marar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2089266388"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Idioma:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="lblIdioma"&gt;Bilingue (português/inglês)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6008662387536683942?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6008662387536683942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6008662387536683942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6008662387536683942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6008662387536683942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/10/numa-dada-situacao.html' title='Numa Dada Situação'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2758298466663220936</id><published>2010-10-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:54:01.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parque da Cidade &gt; Niterói &gt; RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;O Parque da Cidade  é uma Área de preservação ambiental (APA) do município, localizado no  alto do morro da Viração, numa altitude de 270 m, ocupando uma área de  149.388,90 m², foi inaugurado em 21 de Setembro de 1976. No local existe  uma  fonte natural. Possui um mirante e dele pode-se ter uma visão  panorâmica das Lagoas de Piratininga e Itaipu; das Praias de  Piratininga, Itaipu e Camboinhas, dos bairros de São Francisco,  Jurujuba, Charitas e Icaraí entre outros, da Baía de Guanabara, em toda a  sua extensão e do mar aberto, até onde a vista consegue alcançar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;Avista-se  também a cidade do Rio de Janeiro com alguns de seus bairros e a Ponte  Rio - Niterói. O Parque é muito freqüentado pelos praticantes de vôo  livre que encontram duas rampas para a prática deste esporte. Estação  Ecológica do Parque da Cidade (Lei Municipal 459 de 11/03/83 - Lei  Orgânica (04/04/90), art. 323, Inciso VIII e art. 18 do Ato das  Disposições Transitórias - 149.388,90 m²).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;ESTRADA DA VIRAÇÃO - SÃO FRANCISCO  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;Tel: 2610.3157 - 0800.2827755  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;Visitação:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;De domingo à domingo das 9:00 às 18 horas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;Horário de verão fechamento: às 19:00 horas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003f7d; font-size: small;"&gt;Lojinha: das 9:00 às 17:00 horas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2758298466663220936?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2758298466663220936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2758298466663220936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2758298466663220936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2758298466663220936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/10/parque-da-cidade-niteroi-rj.html' title='Parque da Cidade &gt; Niterói &gt; RJ'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7645398325737135748</id><published>2010-07-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:01:46.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia: Gisele Freire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niterói'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parque da Cidade'/><title type='text'>De Niterói um Rio lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TFBFL7Avu8I/AAAAAAAAC2E/CIF0C1kF4CM/s1600/%C3%81lbum_188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TFBFL7Avu8I/AAAAAAAAC2E/CIF0C1kF4CM/s400/%C3%81lbum_188.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ph. Bia Pêggas &amp;gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Silêncio que acende o horizonte pardo emudecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fotografia tirada no Parque da Cidade,Niterói, RJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7645398325737135748?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7645398325737135748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7645398325737135748&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7645398325737135748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7645398325737135748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-niteroi-um-rio-lindo.html' title='De Niterói um Rio lindo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TFBFL7Avu8I/AAAAAAAAC2E/CIF0C1kF4CM/s72-c/%C3%81lbum_188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7073415198014374070</id><published>2010-07-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:43:53.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura Portuguesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eça de Queirós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crítica'/><title type='text'>Eça de Queiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Romancista, contista, crítico de costumes, polemista, cronista, crítico literário, epistógrafo,&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sitedoescritor.com.br/sitedoescritor_escritores_equeiroz.html"&gt;Eça de Queirós&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; é das maiores figuras da literatura portuguesa de todos os tempos e sem dúvida alguma o escritor que deu à língua literária de Portugal e do Brasil a sua fluidez, a sua maleabilidade e sua atualidade. Inegavelmente,é uma referência literária em todo o mundo. É tido como o mais popular dentre os romancistas portugueses do século 19 e tornou-se famoso por sua capacidade de observação e análise, criando verdadeiros painéis da burguesia portuguesa de seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Indicação de leitura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;O Crime do Padre Amaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;É o primeiro romance em data de Eça de Queirós. Escrito em parte em Leiria, onde o escritor era administrador do Concelho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;s.m. Port. Circunscrição administrativa que é uma das subdivisões de um distrito; município &amp;gt; Fonte: Dicionário do Aurélio &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;, reflete os costumes de uma pequena cidade de Província, tendo por figuras principais o Padre Amaro e Amélia. Estando para casar com João Eduardo, Amélia, flha da S. Joaneira, a beata em cuja casa se hospeda o jovem pároco, aquele que é livre pensador, publica na Voz do Distrito um "comunicado" anônimo em que ataca o clero local e faz insinuações sobre a "presença de certos novos ajanotados na intimidade das famílias de bem de onde há donzelas inexperientes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Obras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O Crime do Padre Amaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O Primo Basílio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O Mandarim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A Relíquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Os Maias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A Ilustre Casa de ramires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A Correspondência de Fradique de Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dicionário de Milagres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A Cidade e as Serras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Contos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cartas de Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Prosas Bárbaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ecos de Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alves &amp;amp; Cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Correspondência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O Egito: Cartas inéditas de Fradique Mendes e mais páginas esquecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Crônicas de Londres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cartas de Lisboa (Correspondência do reino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cartas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7073415198014374070?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7073415198014374070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7073415198014374070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7073415198014374070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7073415198014374070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/eca-de-queiros.html' title='Eça de Queiros'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2250216826806528583</id><published>2010-07-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:15:11.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Às Vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEhPT5nbTAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/kVZEF1yNze8/s1600/miudo-com-o-cardinal-copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEhPT5nbTAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/kVZEF1yNze8/s400/miudo-com-o-cardinal-copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às Vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às vezes tenho ideias felizes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ideias subitamente felizes,em ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E nas palavras em que naturalmente se despegam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Depois de escrever,leio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por que escrevi isto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Onde fui buscar isto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De onde me veio isto? Isto é melhor do que eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Seremos nós neste mundo apenas canetas com tinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Com que alguém escreve a valer o que nós aqui traçamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Poema de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=80089"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O mais fecundo e versátil heterônimo de Fernando Pessoa, é também o mais nervoso e emotivo, que por vezes vai até à histeria. Com algumas composições iniciais que algo devem ao &lt;a href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/aplicexternas/enciclopedia_ic/index.cfm?fuseaction=termos_texto&amp;amp;cd_verbete=4624"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Decadentismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Álvaro de Campos é, sobretudo, o futurista da exaltação da energia , da velocidade e da força da civilização mecânica do futuro, patentes na "Ode Triunfal". 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Transporta esses dados para sua criação poética, em um estilo modernista, definido pela escrita da sensação e do movimento, que pode ser resumido em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sentir tudo, de todas as maneiras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, em uma ânsia de sentir e de abarcar a complexidade das sensações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2250216826806528583?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2250216826806528583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2250216826806528583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2250216826806528583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2250216826806528583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-vezes.html' title='Às Vezes...'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEhPT5nbTAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/kVZEF1yNze8/s72-c/miudo-com-o-cardinal-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6789024362859493743</id><published>2010-07-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:36:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda é Arte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEW4eHFHV1I/AAAAAAAAC08/B3qZ48-4e0Q/s1600/granado+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEW4eHFHV1I/AAAAAAAAC08/B3qZ48-4e0Q/s320/granado+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ph. da primeira loja, no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada período da trajetória, em cada contexto social em que se inseriu, a publicidade encontrou a sua maneira de dizer, dialogando com o mundo ao redor, bebendo desse grande mundo ao redor,desse grande recipiente que é a sociedade, com suas maneiras de ver o ser humano, a natureza, a cultura, o futuro, o presente e o passado, que variam conforme o momento em que vivemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEW4eHFHV1I/AAAAAAAAC08/B3qZ48-4e0Q/s1600/granado+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="titulo"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fármacia Oficial da Família Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Botica mais antiga do Brasil, a &lt;a href="https://www.granado.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foi fundada em 1870, pelo português José Antônio Coxito Granado. O estabelecimento ficava na rua Direita, nº 14/16, no Centro da cidade do Rio de Janeiro, uma das mais movimentadas da época.  Hoje, esta rua chama-se Primeiro de Março, e a Granado lá permanece com suas portas abertas.&lt;br /&gt;Em seus primórdios, a "pharmácia" manipulava produtos com extratos vegetais de plantas, ervas e flores brasileiras, cultivadas no sítio do seu fundador, em Teresópolis (RJ). &lt;br /&gt;Além desses medicamentos, Coxito ainda importava produtos da Europa e adaptava suas fórmulas para os padrões e as necessidades dos brasileiros e daqueles que aqui moravam.&lt;br /&gt;A qualidade e eficácia desses produtos logo tornaram a farmácia uma das fornecedoras oficiais da Corte. Desta aproximação com a Família Imperial, nasceu a amizade com Dom Pedro II que, em 1880, conferiu à Granado o título de Farmácia Oficial da Família Real Brasileira.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para uma leitura mais aprofundada, indico: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unirevista.unisinos.br/_pdf/UNIrev_Pressler.PDF%20"&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.unirevista.unisinos.br/_pdf/UNIrev_Pressler.PDF&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Mais, no site da Granado:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="https://www.granado.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;https://www.granado.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; &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/2149126543919216672-6789024362859493743?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6789024362859493743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6789024362859493743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6789024362859493743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6789024362859493743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/propaganda-e-arte.html' title='Propaganda é Arte!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEW4eHFHV1I/AAAAAAAAC08/B3qZ48-4e0Q/s72-c/granado+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7179238234925998054</id><published>2010-07-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:32:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota Preliminar:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWy-QErlbI/AAAAAAAAC0c/UJP-52paFY0/s1600/petropolis_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWy-QErlbI/AAAAAAAAC0c/UJP-52paFY0/s400/petropolis_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Um poema é a projeção de uma ideia em palavras através da emoção. A emoção não é a base da Poesia: é tão somente o meio de que a ideia se serve para se reduzir a palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ph. Bia Pêggas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Afinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal,a melhor maneira de viajar é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tudo de todas as maneiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tudo excessivamente,&lt;br /&gt;Porque todas as coisas são,em verdade,excessivas&lt;br /&gt;E toda a realidade é um excesso,uma violência,&lt;br /&gt;Uma alucinação extraordinariamente nítida&lt;br /&gt;Que vivemos todos em comum com a fúria das almas,&lt;br /&gt;O centro para onde tendem as estranhas forças centrífugas&lt;br /&gt;Que são as psiques humanas no seu acordo de sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu sinta,quanto mais eu sinta como várias pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais personalidade eu tiver,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais intensamente,estridentemente as tiver,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais simultaneamente sentir com todas elas,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais unificadamente diverso,dispersadamente atento,&lt;br /&gt;Estiver,sentir,viver,for,&lt;br /&gt;Mais possuirei a existência total do universo,&lt;br /&gt;Mais completo serei pelo espaço inteiro fora.&lt;br /&gt;Mais análogo serei a Deus,seja ele quem for,&lt;br /&gt;Porque,seja ele quem for,com certeza que é Tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E fora d'Ele há só Ele,e Tudo para Ele é pouco (...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Trecho de "Afinal" &amp;gt; Poema de Álvaro de Campos (&lt;a href="http://www.biografia.inf.br/fernando-pessoa-poeta.html"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7179238234925998054?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7179238234925998054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7179238234925998054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7179238234925998054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7179238234925998054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/nota-preliminar.html' title='Nota Preliminar:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWy-QErlbI/AAAAAAAAC0c/UJP-52paFY0/s72-c/petropolis_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5752315988088557268</id><published>2010-07-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:06:49.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira de São Cristóvão &gt; RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWstUaKgXI/AAAAAAAAC0M/lYp1Fgn3McE/s1600/DSC08963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWstUaKgXI/AAAAAAAAC0M/lYp1Fgn3McE/s400/DSC08963.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo começou em 1945, quando os caminhões pau-de-arara vindos de vários estados do Nordeste, chegavam ao Campo de São Cristóvão trazendo retirantes nordestinos para trabalhar na construção civil, onde já tinham vaga garantida. O encontro dos recém-chegados com parentes e outros conterrâneos era animado com música e comida nordestinas, dando origem à Feira de São Cristóvão. Durante 58 anos, a tradicional Feira permaneceu no Campo de São Cristóvão, debaixo das árvores. Em 2003, as barracas foram transferidas para dentro do antigo Pavilhão, que foi reformado pela Prefeitura do Rio e transformado no Centro Municipal Luiz Gonzaga de Tradições Nordestinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Na fotografia um dos personagens desse lugar tão múltiplo, tão colorido e tão cheio de alegria. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ph.: Bia Pêggas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-5752315988088557268?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5752315988088557268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5752315988088557268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5752315988088557268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5752315988088557268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/feira-de-sao-cristovcao-rj.html' title='Feira de São Cristóvão &gt; RJ'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TEWstUaKgXI/AAAAAAAAC0M/lYp1Fgn3McE/s72-c/DSC08963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4081312280225028723</id><published>2010-07-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:59:58.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma noite em 67' &gt; O filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Era 21 de outubro de 1967. No Teatro Paramount, centro de São Paulo, acontecia a final do III Festival de Música Popular Brasileira da TV Record. Diante de uma plateia fervorosa - disposta a aplaudir ou vaiar com igual intensidade -, alguns dos artistas hoje considerados de importância fundamental para a MPB se revezavam no palco para competir entre si. As canções se tornariam emblemáticas, mas até aquele momento permaneciam inéditas. Entre os 12 finalistas, Chico Buarque e o MPB 4 vinham com “Roda Viva”; Caetano Veloso, com “Alegria, Alegria”’; Gilberto Gil e os Mutantes, com “Domingo no Parque”; Edu Lobo, com “Ponteio”; Roberto Carlos, com o samba “Maria, Carnaval e Cinzas”; e Sérgio Ricardo, com “Beto Bom de Bola”. A briga tinha tudo para ser boa. E foi. Entrou para a história dos festivais, da música popular e da cultura do País. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; “É naquele momento que o Tropicalismo explode, a MPB racha, Caetano e Gil se tornam ídolos instantâneos, e se confrontam as diversas correntes musicais e políticas da época”, resume o produtor musical, escritor e compositor Nelson Motta. O Festival de 1967 teve o seu ápice naquela noite. Uma noite que se notabilizou não só pelas revoluções artísticas, mas também por alguns dramas bem peculiares, em um período de grandes tensões e expectativas. Foi naquele dia, por exemplo, que Sérgio Ricardo selou seu destino artístico ao quebrar o violão e atirá-lo à plateia depois de ser duramente vaiado pela canção “Beto Bom de Bola”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; O documentário Uma Noite em 67, dirigido por Renato Terra e Ricardo Calil, mostra os elementos que transformaram aquela final de festival no clímax da produção musical dos anos 60 no Brasil. Para tanto, o filme resgata imagens históricas e traz depoimentos inéditos dos principais personagens: Chico, Caetano, Roberto, Gil, Edu e Sérgio Ricardo. Além deles, algumas testemunhas privilegiadas da festa/batalha, como o jornalista Sérgio Cabral (um dos jurados) e o produtor Solano Ribeiro, partilham suas memórias de uma noite inesquecível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ficha técnica:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direção: Renato Terra e Ricardo Calil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coprodução: VideoFilmes e Record Entretenimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Produção executiva: João Moreira Salles e Maurício Andrade Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Consultoria: Zuza Homem de Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direção de Fotografia: Jacques Cheuiche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Som: Valéria Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Montagem: Jordana Berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mixagem: Denilson Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Produção: Beth Accioly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coordenação de produção: Carolina Benevides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coordenação de finalização: Bianca Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pesquisa: Antônio Venâncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mpx1IVcnywM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mpx1IVcnywM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umanoiteem67.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Retirado do site do Filme. Para mais, clique aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4081312280225028723?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4081312280225028723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4081312280225028723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4081312280225028723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4081312280225028723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-noite-em-67-o-filme.html' title='Uma noite em 67&apos; &gt; O filme'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7588627692865279180</id><published>2010-07-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:23:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linduarte Noronha &gt; Um Pensamento Antropológico no Cinema:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A década de 50 no Brasil foi dominada pela abertura democrática, pelo início da urbanização e do desenvolvimento industrial e pelo surgimento de movimentos culturais e sociais. Foi uma fase de mudança, na qual as ciências, a par de influenciarem artistas com novas metas, deram contribuições relevantes para a redefinição da ideia de Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nessa altura surge então o Cinema Novo, que toma para si o desafio de retratar a realidade social brasileira sob o prisma desses novos aportes científicos. De maneira específica, foi ele influenciado pelo pensamento antropológico presente num dos filmes considerados introdutórios nessa fase de gestação: "Aruanda" (1960), de Linduarte Noronha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em uma de suas críticas, o cineasta &lt;a href="http://www.tempoglauber.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Glauber Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no "Suplemento Literário" do Diário de Notícias de Salvador, de 06/08/1960, periódico para o qual ele escrevia, se manifesta da seguinte maneira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Aruanda (...) é um documentário sociológico (...)Vejamos como Noronha passa da ficção à realidade e como arma um documentário inédito na História do Cinema Brasileiro. E, como prova, que pobreza de materiais é mito.(...) Os rapazes estão próximos àquele fantástico &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com.br/translate?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Cpt&amp;amp;u=http://www.italica.rai.it/eng/principal/topics/bio/rossellini.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rosselini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de Paísa e Roma, Cidade Aberta do neo realismo trágico.(...) Aruanda assim inaugura também o documentário brasileiro nesta fase de renascimento que atravessamos apesar de todas as lutas=, de todas as politicagens de produção.(...) A cultura brasileira está entrando na idade do cinema, quando o velho mundo consome o último pensamento de uma débil &lt;a href="http://hollywood.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/especial_nouvelle_vague/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nouvelle Vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvAxq10TB50&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvAxq10TB50&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7588627692865279180?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7588627692865279180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7588627692865279180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7588627692865279180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7588627692865279180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/linduarte-noronha-um-pensamento.html' title='Linduarte Noronha &gt; Um Pensamento Antropológico no Cinema:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2002344313413381798</id><published>2010-07-15T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T04:31:58.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Painter:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD7mf2qz6XI/AAAAAAAACzE/Miw36lo5bMI/s1600/gallery-shape-shifter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD7mf2qz6XI/AAAAAAAACzE/Miw36lo5bMI/s400/gallery-shape-shifter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Artista Plástica &lt;a href="http://www.saraconca.com/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sara Conca&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;surpreendeu-me com suas pinturas abstratas belíssimas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A pintura é uma profissão para um homem cego. Ele não pinta o que vê, mas o que sente, o que disse para si mesmo que tinha visto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picasso.fr/us/picasso_page_index.php"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1881-1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pintor espanhol&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/2149126543919216672-2002344313413381798?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2002344313413381798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2002344313413381798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2002344313413381798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2002344313413381798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-yok-painter.html' title='New York Painter:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD7mf2qz6XI/AAAAAAAACzE/Miw36lo5bMI/s72-c/gallery-shape-shifter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4673298131218025054</id><published>2010-07-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T05:01:40.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mário Quintana Responde:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD2l9AIkklI/AAAAAAAACy8/vGGZEc67zgs/s1600/quintana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD2l9AIkklI/AAAAAAAACy8/vGGZEc67zgs/s400/quintana.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A biografia é um gênero literário viciado desde a concepção até à prática, já que ambas estão impregnadas da ideia de que grandes ou interessantes feitos e&lt;br /&gt;assinaláveis acontecimentos justificam a vida de alguns homens ou de algumas&lt;br /&gt;mulheres, seres esses que são, por isso mesmo, qualificados de “interessantes” ou&lt;br /&gt;de “grandes”.&lt;br /&gt;Então o que fazer literariamente com as vidas daqueles que não perfazem&lt;br /&gt;esses requisitos ou cujo interesse é de outra mais complexa ordem?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê escrever biografias de pessoas discretas que procuraram nessa mesma&lt;br /&gt;discrição existencial as condições para viverem intensamente as suas próprias&lt;br /&gt;vidas, nos limites até do que seria considerado no seu tempo como socialmente&lt;br /&gt;aceitável, ou então construindo uma máscara discreta e convencional para, sob&lt;br /&gt;ela, criarem numa outra dimensão, a excepcionalidade de uma obra, essa sim,&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiramente grande, embora não visível e apreciável no seu tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Que fazer com essa estrutural não causalidade entre vida e obra, quando a&lt;br /&gt;vida não justifica a obra, nem a obra justifica a vida, porque o que a obra nos dá&lt;br /&gt;excede em muito as circunstâncias e as coordenadas dessa vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Para tanto, lanço-vos um Hai Kai de &lt;a href="http://www.estado.rs.gov.br/marioquintana/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, próprio para expor-nos tais e outras tantas questões ainda nem levantadas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="titulo2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="titulo2"&gt;Dos milagres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2149126543919216672" name="sec55"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O milagre não é dar vida ao corpo extinto,&lt;br /&gt;Ou luz ao cego, ou eloqüência ao mudo...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mudar água pura em vinho tinto...&lt;br /&gt;Milagre é acreditarem nisso tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Espelho Mágico)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4673298131218025054?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4673298131218025054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4673298131218025054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4673298131218025054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4673298131218025054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/mario-quintana-responde.html' title='Mário Quintana Responde:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TD2l9AIkklI/AAAAAAAACy8/vGGZEc67zgs/s72-c/quintana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1228809549385981841</id><published>2010-07-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:10:38.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Star</title><content type='html'>ASSISTA O TRAILLER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ2mymWs6j4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ2mymWs6j4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;sl=en&amp;amp;u=http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Star-Abbie-Cornish/dp/B002WY65VA/johnkeatscom&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3DJohn%2BKeats%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DG%26prmd%3Dibo&amp;amp;rurl=translate.google.com.br&amp;amp;usg=ALkJrhimhwVZ79oyI7-wiyuxO8LX0g3-6g"&gt;&lt;span new="" roman="" times=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span new="" roman="" times=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&lt;span new="" roman="" times=""&gt;Inspirado na biografia de John Keats, de Andrew Motion, que serviu como consultor de roteiro para o filme, "Bright Star" dá uma visão muito boa do contexto em que o poema viveu e escreveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;É elogiado pelos críticos como uma requintada História de amor refrescante, com atores excelentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;O filme tem como pano de fundo o Romantismo, onde os artistas&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;procuraram se libertar das  convenções acadêmicas em favor da livre expressão da personalidade do artista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;O século XIX foi agitado por fortes mudanças  sociais, políticas e culturais causadas por acontecimentos do final do século  XVIII que foram a Revolução Industrial que gerou novos inventos com o objetivo  de solucionar os problemas técnicos decorrentes do aumento de produção,  provocando a divisão do trabalho e o início da especialização da mão-de-obra, e  pela Revolução Francesa que lutava por uma sociedade mais harmônica, em que os  direitos individuais fossem respeitados, traduziu-se essa expectativa na  Declaração dos Direitos do Homem e do Cidadão. Do mesmo modo, a atividade  artística tornou-se complexa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Características gerais do Romantismo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* a valorização dos sentimentos e da  imaginação;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;* o nacionalismo;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;* a valorização da natureza como princípios da criação artística; e&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;* os sentimentos do presente tais como: Liberdade, Igualdade e Fraternidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Para saber mais, &lt;a href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/aplicexternas/enciclopedia_ic/index.cfm?fuseaction=termos_texto&amp;amp;cd_verbete=3640"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Clique aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Em 1819, o poeta &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com.br/translate?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Cpt-BR&amp;amp;u=http://englishhistory.net/keats.html&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Djohn%2Bkeats%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26prmd%3Dibo"&gt;&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;John Keats&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt; inicia um romance com Fanny Brawne. O relacionamento dura apenas três anos, sendo subitamente interrompido pela morte prematura de Keats, aos 25 anos. Uma história de amor real, narrada sob o ponto de vista da jovem Fanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)" style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDsvjxdDncI/AAAAAAAACxM/gihtxM5Cx8Y/s1600/brightstar_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDsvjxdDncI/AAAAAAAACxM/gihtxM5Cx8Y/s400/brightstar_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span onmouseout="_tipoff()" onmouseover="_tipon(this)"&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-1228809549385981841?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1228809549385981841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1228809549385981841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1228809549385981841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1228809549385981841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/bright-star.html' title='Bright Star'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDsvjxdDncI/AAAAAAAACxM/gihtxM5Cx8Y/s72-c/brightstar_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7177074247338857431</id><published>2010-07-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:40:13.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deborah Colker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estreia no Teatro João Caetano, a preços populares o Espetáculo de dança: 4por4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De 23/07 a 05/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro João Caetano - RJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDspLvH4NMI/AAAAAAAACws/CJPRorXkXEQ/s1600/4por4_028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDspLvH4NMI/AAAAAAAACws/CJPRorXkXEQ/s320/4por4_028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A coreografia faz uma homenagem às artes plásticas e foi inspirada nos trabalhos de artistas brasileiros como &lt;a href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/aplicexternas/enciclopedia_ic/index.cfm?fuseaction=artistas_biografia&amp;amp;cd_verbete=581"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cildo Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chelpaferro.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chelpa Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Victor Arruda&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Pintor e marchand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e &lt;a href="http://www.gringocardia.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gringo Cardia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No palco o espetáculo apresenta quatro figurinos diferentes, com também quatro coreografias distintas e uma cenografia grandiosa (90 vasos de porcelana, esculturas, pinturas e instalações) que acompanha essas alterações. A performance foca na concentração e destaca a disciplina dos bailarinos que treinam diariamente por sete horas e 45 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7177074247338857431?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7177074247338857431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7177074247338857431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7177074247338857431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7177074247338857431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/deborah-colker.html' title='Deborah Colker'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDspLvH4NMI/AAAAAAAACws/CJPRorXkXEQ/s72-c/4por4_028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3356812347811167782</id><published>2010-07-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:03:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento Cosac Naify &gt; Frida Kahlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDR6POKHzUI/AAAAAAAACwc/c-jpSfE1d7M/s1600/1_Frida_gde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDR6POKHzUI/AAAAAAAACwc/c-jpSfE1d7M/s320/1_Frida_gde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;Lançado simultaneamente no Brasil – onde terá tiragem única –, México, França, Espanha, Alemanha, Estados Unidos, Canadá e outros países da América Latina, o livro revela um acervo inédito que retrata o universo da artista mexicana Frida Kahlo, uma das maiores personalidades latinoamericanas de todos os tempos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;Quando Frida morreu, em 1954, todos os seus objetos ficaram trancados em um dos cômodos da mítica Casa Azul, onde ela morou muitos anos com o pintor Diego Rivera. Cinquenta anos mais tarde, esse tesouro foi aberto, mas somente agora as mais de 400 fotos guardadas são finalmente reunidas numa publicação. As imagens mostram uma série de autorretratos de seu pai fotógrafo, Frida quando menina, seu estúdio, o encontro com Rivera, seu círculo cosmopolita de amigos e a intimidade com personagens notáveis como Breton, Duchamp, Trótski, Henry Ford, Dolores del Río e alguns brasileiros como Adalgisa Nery. A influência da fotografia em sua obra, suas referências políticas e estéticas, o sofrimento do corpo, as inúmeras cirurgias, e sobretudo a construção de sua impactante figura pública são analisadas em textos de grandes estudiosos de todas as partes do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;sinopse&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Organização e introdução:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1441/Pablo-Ortiz-Monasterio.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl00_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Pablo Ortiz Monasterio&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Tradução:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1442/G%c3%aanese-Andrade.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl01_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Gênese Andrade&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Apresentação:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1443/Carlos-Phillips.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl02_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Carlos Phillips&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Textos:&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1380/Horacio-Fern%c3%a1ndez.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl00_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Horacio Fernández&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1444/Masayo-Nonaka-.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl02_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Masayo Nonaka &lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1445/Gaby-Franger.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl04_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Gaby Franger&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1446/Rainer-Huhle.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl06_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Rainer Huhle&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1447/Laura-Gonz%c3%a1les-Flores.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl08_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Laura Gonzáles Flores&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1448/Mauricio-Ortiz.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl10_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Mauricio Ortiz&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1449/James-Oles.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl12_lnkAutorObra"&gt;James Oles&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1450/Gerardo-Estrada.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl14_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Gerardo Estrada&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/Autor/1451/Hilda-Trujillo-Soto.aspx" id="rptFuncaoAutor_ctl03_rptAutor_ctl16_lnkAutorObra"&gt;Hilda Trujillo Soto&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txtBl"&gt;Idioma:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="lblIdioma"&gt;Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Imagem&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frida Kahlo pinta o retrato de seu pai, 1951. Foto Gisele Freund. D.R.© 2010 Banco de México en su carácter de Fiduciario en el Fideicomiso relativo a los Museos Diego Rivera y Frida Kahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://editora.cosacnaify.com.br/ObraSinopse/11408/Frida-suas-fotos.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Site Cosac Naify. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Line17" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kahlo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/TDR6POKHzUI/AAAAAAAACwc/c-jpSfE1d7M/s72-c/1_Frida_gde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2266531284294825845</id><published>2010-07-06T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:17:47.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida COMO LE GUSTA  Kahlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hoje, um 06 de julho em que se comemora o nascimento da pintora mexicana Frida Kahlo, sugiro um filme de fotografia belíssima, com direção de Julie Taymor, de 2002. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Em "Frida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, o destaque é para a relação complexa e duradoura com seu mentor e marido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://diegorivera.com/index.php"&gt;Diego Rivera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,  passando por seu controverso caso com Leon Trotsky e seus provocantes  envolvimentos românticos com outras mulheres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.fridakahlo.com/"&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; levou uma vida intensa  e sem limites: uma revolucionária  política, artística e sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2266531284294825845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2266531284294825845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2266531284294825845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/07/frida-kahlo.html' title='Frida COMO LE GUSTA  Kahlo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7196916368916978898</id><published>2010-07-06T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:52:50.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bia pêggas'/><title type='text'>THELONIOUS MONK - Blue Monk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmhP1RgbrrY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmhP1RgbrrY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkinstitute.org/"&gt;Para saber mais sobre Thelonious Monk, clique.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7196916368916978898?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7196916368916978898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7196916368916978898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7196916368916978898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-iCsXW_hRI/AAAAAAAACwQ/_9i_aA05LDs/s1600/A+hora+da+estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-iCsXW_hRI/AAAAAAAACwQ/_9i_aA05LDs/s400/A+hora+da+estrela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469765446137775378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Macabéa (Marcélia Cartaxo) é uma imigrante nordestina, que vive em São Paulo. Ela trabalha como datilógrafa em uma pequena firma e vive em uma pensão miserável, onde divide o quarto com outras três mulheres. Macabéa não tem ambições, apesar de sentir desejo e querer ter um namorado. Um dia ela conhece Olímpico (José Dumont), um operário metalúrgico com quem inicia namoro. Só que Glória (Tamara Taxman), colega de trabalho de Macabéa, tem outros planos após se consultar com uma cartomante (Fernanda Montenegro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;título original&lt;/strong&gt;:A Hora da Estrela&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gênero&lt;/strong&gt;:Drama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duração&lt;/strong&gt;:01 hs 36 min&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano de lançamento&lt;/strong&gt;:1985&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;site oficial&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estúdio&lt;/strong&gt;:Raiz Produções Cinematográficas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distribuidora&lt;/strong&gt;:Embrafilmes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;direção&lt;/strong&gt;:          Suzana Amaral          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roteiro&lt;/strong&gt;:Suzana Amaral e Alfredo Oroz, baseado em livro de Clarice Lispector&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;produção&lt;/strong&gt;:Assunção Hernandes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt;:Marcus Vinícius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;:Edgar Moura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;!-- &lt;li&gt;desenho de produção:&lt;/li&gt; --&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;direção de arte&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;figurino&lt;/strong&gt;:Maurício Kawamura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edição&lt;/strong&gt;:Idê Lacreta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnemocine.com.br/cinema/historiatextos/carla1BR.htm"&gt;Mais sobre Cinema Brasileiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3853546847580163701?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3853546847580163701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-iCsXW_hRI/AAAAAAAACwQ/_9i_aA05LDs/s72-c/A+hora+da+estrela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7430959863791596864</id><published>2010-05-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T05:54:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Casa Branca Nau Preta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Casa Branca Nau Preta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Estou reclinado na poltrona,é tarde,o Verão apagou-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nem sonho,nem cismo,um torpor alastra em meu cérebro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não existe manhã para o meu torpor nesta hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ontem foi um mau sonho que alguém teve por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Há uma interrupção lateral na minha consciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ontinuam encostadas as portas da janela desta tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Apesar de as janelas estarem abertas de par em par...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sigo sem atenção as minhas sensações sem nexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E a personalidade que tenho está entre o corpo e a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quem dera que houvesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Um terceiro estado pra alma,se ela tiver só dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Um quarto estado pra alma,se são três os que ela tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A impossibilidade de tudo quanto eu nem chego a sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dói-me por detrás das costas da minha consciência de sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As naus seguiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Seguiram viagem não sei em que dia escondido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E a rota que devem seguir estava escrita nos ritmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Os ritmos perdidos das canções mortas do marinheiro de sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Árvores paradas da quinta,vistas através da janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Árvores estranhas a mim a um ponto inconcebível à consciência de as estar vendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Árvores iguais todas a não serem mais que eu vê-las,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não poder eu fazer qualquer coisa gênero haver árvores que deixasse de doer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não poder eu coexistir para o lado de lá com estar-vos vendo do lado de cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E poder levantar-me desta poltrona deixando os sonhos no chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Que sonhos?...Eu não sei se sonhei ...Que naus partiram,para onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tive essa impressão sem nexo porque no quadro fronteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Naus partem — naus não,,barcos,mas as naus estão em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E é sempre melhor o impreciso que embala do que o certo que basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Porque o que basta acaba onde basta,e onde acaba não basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E nada que se pareça com isto devia ser o sentido da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quem pôs as formas das árvores dentro da existência das árvores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quem deu frondoso a arvoredos,e me deixou por verdecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Onde tenho o meu pensamento que me dói estar sem ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sentir sem auxílio de poder para quando quiser,e o mar alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E a última viagem,sempre para lá,das naus a subir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Não há,substância de pensamento na matéria de alma com que penso ...&lt;br /&gt;Há só janelas abertas de par em par encostadas por causa do calor que já não faz,&lt;br /&gt;E o quintal cheio de luz sem luz agora ainda-agora,e eu.&lt;br /&gt;Na vidraça aberta,fronteira ao ângulo com que o meu olhar a colhe&lt;br /&gt;A casa branca distante onde mora...Fecho o olhar...&lt;br /&gt;E os meus olhos fitos na casa branca sem a ver&lt;br /&gt;São outros olhos vendo sem estar fitos nela a nau que se afasta.&lt;br /&gt;E eu,parado,mole,adormecido,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o mar embalando-me e sofro...&lt;br /&gt;Aos próprios palácios distantes a nau que penso não leva.&lt;br /&gt;As escadas dando sobre o mar inatingível ela não alberga.&lt;br /&gt;Aos jardins maravilhosos nas ilhas inexplícitas não deixa.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo perde o sentido com que o abrigo em meu pórtico&lt;br /&gt;E o mar entra por os meus olhos o pórtico cessando.&lt;br /&gt;aia a noite,não caia a noite,que importa a candeia&lt;br /&gt;Por acender nas casas que não vejo na encosta e eu lá?&lt;br /&gt;Úmida sombra nos sons do tanque noturna sem lua,as rãs rangem,&lt;br /&gt;oaxar tarde no vale,porque tudo é vale onde o som dói.&lt;br /&gt;Milagre do aparecimento da Senhora das Angústias aos loucos,&lt;br /&gt;Maravilha do enegrecimento do punhal tirado para os atos,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fechados,a cabeça pendida contra a coluna certa,&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo para além dos vitrais paisagem sem ruínas...&lt;br /&gt;A casa branca nau preta...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade na Austrália...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7430959863791596864?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7430959863791596864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7430959863791596864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7430959863791596864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7430959863791596864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/05/casa-branca-nau-preta.html' title='A Casa Branca Nau Preta'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4989738177319016528</id><published>2010-05-06T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:35:44.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Álvaro de Campos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-NQqYlkdeI/AAAAAAAACwA/SZyeLsjCmk4/s1600/petropolis_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-NQqYlkdeI/AAAAAAAACwA/SZyeLsjCmk4/s400/petropolis_36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468303061642671586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;Sou eu, eu mesmo, tal qual resultei de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Espécie de acessório ou sobressalente próprio,&lt;br /&gt;Arredores irregulares da minha emoção sincera,&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu aqui em mim, sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto fui, quanto não fui, tudo isso sou.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto quis, quanto não quis, tudo isso me forma.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto amei ou deixei de amar é a mesma saudade em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luso-poemas.net/modules/news/article.php?storyid=80089"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="fr0"&gt;ph. Bia Pêggas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4989738177319016528?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4989738177319016528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4989738177319016528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4989738177319016528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4989738177319016528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/05/alvaro-de-campos.html' title='Álvaro de Campos'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-NQqYlkdeI/AAAAAAAACwA/SZyeLsjCmk4/s72-c/petropolis_36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6266741945320713393</id><published>2010-05-05T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:11:13.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvatore Clemente Fotografie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-H5iNnP19I/AAAAAAAACv4/qyPw9oz098M/s1600/_SC48917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-H5iNnP19I/AAAAAAAACv4/qyPw9oz098M/s400/_SC48917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467925788769638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;"La fotografia è in genere un documento, la testimonianza di un ricordo che raffigura spesso persone e luoghi, ma talvolta può anche costituire lo spunto per fantasticare un viaggio ovvero per inventare un racconto e leggere con la fantasia l’apparenza visiva".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é geralmente um documento, o testemunho de uma memória que, muitas vezes mostra pessoas e lugares, mas às vezes ela também pode ser uma oportunidade para fantasiar, viajar ou para inventar uma história e ler com imaginação o aspecto visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportage Siciliano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Made in Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://salvatoreclemente.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ph. Salvatore Clemente (clique aqui, para saber mais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6266741945320713393?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6266741945320713393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6266741945320713393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6266741945320713393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6266741945320713393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/05/salvatore-clemente-fotografie.html' title='Salvatore Clemente Fotografie'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S-H5iNnP19I/AAAAAAAACv4/qyPw9oz098M/s72-c/_SC48917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6809081431577096285</id><published>2010-04-28T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:57:38.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bem Amado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SNMIo-1_lo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SNMIo-1_lo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Odorico Paraguaçu está de volta e desta vez em tela de cinema. Um dos personagens mais famosos de Dias Gomes foi resgatado por Guel Arraes no filme O Bem Amado*, que teve sua pré-estreia esta semana no festival Cine-PE, no Recife. A versão cinematográfica chega aos cinemas brasileiros no próximo dia 23 de julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* O Bem Amado é uma série produzida pela TV e exibida entre 1980 e 1984 originada da telenovela homônima exibida em 1973.&lt;br /&gt;Escrita por &lt;a href="http://www.biblio.com.br/defaultz.asp?link=http://www.biblio.com.br/conteudo/biografias/diasgomes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dias Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e dirigida por Régis cardoso e Jardel Mello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guel Arraes usa memórias para ajudar a recriar a peça 'Sucupira 2.0'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Sempre tive vontade de fazer uma sátira política. Os brasileiros já estão preparados para rir dos políticos, do lado engraçado da esquerda. Há poucos trabalhos do gênero no Brasil, talvez porque grande parte dos artistas e intelectuais sejam de esquerda. Encontrei tudo isso na peça do Dias – explica o diretor de 56 anos em &lt;a href="http://jbonline.terra.com.br/pextra/2010/04/27/e27048249.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;entrevista ao JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. – Como era impossível fazer graça com os militares na época, as adaptações para a TV miraram em um inimigo secundário, uma caricatura de prefeito do interior. Mas o texto original, que zombava das elites, foi escrito quando o país ainda era uma democracia, permitia uma critica mais contundente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://jbonline.terra.com.br/pextra/2010/04/27/e27048249.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para continuar lendo entrevista, clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mais sobre &lt;a href="http://inmemorian.multiply.com/photos/album/9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paulo Gracindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome Completo: Pelópidas Guimarães Brandão Gracindo&lt;br /&gt;Natural de: Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brasil&lt;!-- Cidade, Estado, Pais --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascimento: 16 de Junho de 1911&lt;!-- 00 de Janeiro de 1900 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falecimento: 04 de Setembro de 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6809081431577096285?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6809081431577096285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6809081431577096285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6809081431577096285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6809081431577096285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-bem-amado.html' title='O Bem Amado'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-9222448350919910600</id><published>2010-04-23T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:49:31.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Livro Sobre Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S9IT9tkQ9-I/AAAAAAAACvk/n_5Eu1SRHSQ/s1600/vista+do+rio_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S9IT9tkQ9-I/AAAAAAAACvk/n_5Eu1SRHSQ/s400/vista+do+rio_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463451248878483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com pedaços de mim eu monto um ser atônito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo que não invento é falso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há muitas maneiras sérias de não dizer nada, mas só a                 poesia é verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não pode haver ausência de boca nas palavras: nenhuma                 fique desamparada do ser que a revelou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É mais fácil fazer da tolice um regalo do que da                 sensatez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre que desejo contar alguma coisa, não faço nada;                 mas se não desejo contar nada, faço poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Melhor jeito que achei para me conhecer foi fazendo o                 contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A inércia é o meu ato principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há histórias tão verdadeiras que às vezes parece que                 são inventadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O artista é um erro da natureza.  Beethoven foi um                 erro perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A terapia literária consiste em desarrumar a linguagem a                 ponto que ela expresse nossos mais fundos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quero a palavra que sirva na boca dos passarinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por pudor sou impuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não preciso do fim para chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De tudo haveria de ficar para nós um sentimento                 longínquo de coisa esquecida na terra — Como um lápis numa península.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do lugar onde estou já fui embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/manoeldebarros_bio.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Manoel de Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber mais sobre Manoel de Barros, &lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/manoeldebarros_bio.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clique aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fotografia Bia Pêggas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Uma flor em Petrópolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-9222448350919910600?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/9222448350919910600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=9222448350919910600&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9222448350919910600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9222448350919910600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-livro-sobre-nada.html' title='O Livro Sobre Nada'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S9IT9tkQ9-I/AAAAAAAACvk/n_5Eu1SRHSQ/s72-c/vista+do+rio_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3262097276143213429</id><published>2010-04-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:36:18.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El secreto de sus ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de poder ser enquadrado  como filme policial, afinal o elemento central à trama é um crime, há poucos tiros e nenhuma explosão. A tradicional  adrenalina das perseguições de carro que se acostumou em ver nos filmes hollywoodianos é muito bem substituída  por uma bela sequência de imagens aéreas de um estádio de futebol  lotado em pleno fervor do jogo. Ou seja, tudo redimensionado a escalas  mais humanas e realistas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As idas, vindas e voltas  de cortes temporais fazem os paralelos com o passado dos envolvidos  e também com a história argentina. Os meandros da justiça e a época  da última ditadura no país são tratados de forma econômica e sem  demagogia. Mas, por outro lado, às vezes, fica difícil de entender  tanta "argentinidade". São várias as referências feitas a ruas,  lugares, personalidades e contexto histórico. Um dado importante para acompanhar melhor alguns  desenlaces do filme: o crime se passa na época do governo de Isabel  Perón e das ações constantes da "Triple A" (Aliança Anticomunista  Argentina), grupo de repressão do Estado que recrutou gente da pior  espécie, entre oficiais de polícia exonerados por delitos, civis com  fichas criminais e matadores de aluguel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baseada no livro &lt;i&gt;La  pregunta de sus ojos&lt;/i&gt; (A pergunta dos seus olhos), de &lt;b&gt;Eduardo Sacheri&lt;/b&gt;,  a produção argentina e espanhola é um desses poucos casos em que  uma obra é superada pela adaptação. Apesar de não ser desconhecido  dos leitores argentinos, o romance de Sacheri (que trabalhou com Campanella  no roteiro, acompanhou as filmagens e palpitou em certos momentos) com  certeza nunca chegou a 18 semanas consecutivas no topo de nenhum ranking,  como fez o filme nas bilheterias argentinas. Na sua sexta semana de exibição, &lt;i&gt;O Segredo dos  Seus Olhos&lt;/i&gt; já era o filme nacional de maior arrecadação na Argentina e hoje é considerado o mais visto dos últimos 35 anos no país.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O orçamento curto (2  milhões de euros) foi bem distribuído entre as sete semanas de filmagens,  os atores de primeira e os cenários simples, mas impactantes - como  o edifício central dos tribunais e as cafeterias da capital argentina,  que não precisam de retoques, além do já mencionado estádio de futebol  do time Huracán. A bela fotografia também merece destaque e o enquadramento  só peca pela repetição muito constante dos desfoques de primeiro  plano. Parece que a verba só não deu conta de um quesito: a maquiagem.  Ao longo dos 25 anos que se passam na história, as marcas do tempo  ficam meio forçadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Secreto de Sus Ojos&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                       Argentina / Espanha                 , 2009                    - 129          &lt;br /&gt;              Drama /                Policial               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Direção:&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     Juan José Campanella     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;Roteiro:&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     Juan José Campanella      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;Elenco:&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     Ricardo Darín, Soledad Villamil, Guillermo Francella     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcHkTSqeGoU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcHkTSqeGoU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3262097276143213429?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3262097276143213429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3262097276143213429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3262097276143213429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3262097276143213429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-secreto-de-sus-ojos.html' title='El secreto de sus ojos'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1767696552730103738</id><published>2010-04-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:46:14.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ser mais Humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="fr0"&gt;Sonhe com o que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="fr0"&gt;Vá para onde você queira ir.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser, porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;br /&gt;e nela só temos uma chance de fazer aquilo que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="fr0"&gt;Dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="fr0"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana. E&lt;br /&gt;esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-1767696552730103738?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1767696552730103738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1767696552730103738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1767696552730103738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1767696552730103738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-ser-mais-humano.html' title='Para ser mais Humano'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3117759798166359264</id><published>2010-04-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:27:42.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Bia Pedrosa / Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEyxN5-KI/AAAAAAAACu8/oFPULZ0QdZ8/s1600/Ponte+Estaida+Vasco+da+Gama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEyxN5-KI/AAAAAAAACu8/oFPULZ0QdZ8/s400/Ponte+Estaida+Vasco+da+Gama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457031012485298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEnwIS-ZI/AAAAAAAACu0/DgAz_o60uSo/s1600/aqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEnwIS-ZI/AAAAAAAACu0/DgAz_o60uSo/s400/aqui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457030823214774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEFBnHTyI/AAAAAAAACus/X70GzeWsjnE/s1600/DSC_3043+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEFBnHTyI/AAAAAAAACus/X70GzeWsjnE/s400/DSC_3043+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457030226612014882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não, Tempo, não zombarás de minhas mudanças! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; As pirâmides que novamente construíste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Não me parecem novas, nem estranhas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Apenas as mesmas com novas vestimentas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br/alfa/william-shakespeare/william-shakespeare.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bia Pedrosa é uma Artista daquelas que percebe o SOM em suas fotografias e prepara para que ele exista, como se aprontasse para parir o silêncio profundo escancarando a fragilidade do mesmo em seus termos feito cor, feito chama, feito ardência luminosa, que resumo, pela ausência de palavras, apenas, mas não somente isto, como a mais PURA ARTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para saber mais de &lt;a href="http://cargocollective.com/biapedrosa#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bia Pedrosa, clique aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3117759798166359264?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3117759798166359264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3117759798166359264&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3117759798166359264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3117759798166359264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/04/site-bia-pedrosa-fotografia.html' title='Site Bia Pedrosa / Fotografia'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S7tEyxN5-KI/AAAAAAAACu8/oFPULZ0QdZ8/s72-c/Ponte+Estaida+Vasco+da+Gama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5184935318238107714</id><published>2010-03-25T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:51:54.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autóctones Gregas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S6vlgvuvb6I/AAAAAAAACuM/Am09acnFMQU/s1600/Gerovassiliou.Viognier+20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S6vlgvuvb6I/AAAAAAAACuM/Am09acnFMQU/s400/Gerovassiliou.Viognier+20081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452704124593205154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para degustar, apreciar e estudar um pouco da Arte de se beber um bom vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para a sorte dos apreciadores, a Grécia está no meio de uma "Renascença Enológica" que lembra o que aconteceu com a Itália e a Espanha nos últimos anos, mas ainda mais profunda &gt;Wine Enthusiast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os vinhos gregos estão entre os vinhos de maior personalidade no mundo, e entre os que mais combinam com a comida, e no entantonão são conhecidos pela maioria dos apreciadores americanos. As melhores castas gregas nativas podem produzir vinhos realmente extraordinários&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os vinhos são tão elegantes que, apenas provando-os, não dá para imaginar que a Grécia é um país quente &gt; Washington Post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Texto extraído: &lt;a href="http://www.mistral.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mistral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / 2009, das citações: Wine Enthusiast , The Washington Post e Wine &amp;amp; Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ktima.gerovassiliou.gr/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gerovassiliou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foi uma das 100 melhores vinícolas do Mundo para a Wine &amp;amp; Spirits em 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba mais sobre &lt;a href="http://ktima.gerovassiliou.gr/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gerovassiliou clicando aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-5184935318238107714?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5184935318238107714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5184935318238107714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5184935318238107714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5184935318238107714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/03/autoctones-gregas.html' title='Autóctones Gregas'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S6vlgvuvb6I/AAAAAAAACuM/Am09acnFMQU/s72-c/Gerovassiliou.Viognier+20081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4901477791662858442</id><published>2010-03-03T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:33:03.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lobisomem:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S45L_bdWoFI/AAAAAAAACtk/ZkjUj7hJlC0/s1600-h/lobisomem_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S45L_bdWoFI/AAAAAAAACtk/ZkjUj7hJlC0/s400/lobisomem_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444372552612225106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgsyMMRBujs"&gt;O LOBISOMEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse: Assim como no clássico original de 1941, estrelado por Lon Chaney Jr., esta refilmagem também é ambientada na Inglaterra Vitoriana. Na história, Del Toro faz o papel de Lawrence Talbot, um homem que retorna da América para sua terra ancestral e no caminho é mordido por um lobisomem. Talbot começa sua assustadora transformação sob a lua cheia.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Benicio Del Toro interpreta o papel imortalizado por Lon Chaney no original. O roteirista de 'Seven - Sete Crimes Capitais', Andrew Kevin Walker, escreveu a refilmagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Devido à insatisfação da Paramount com a primeira versão do longa, ele foi adiado por 2 anos. O longa sofreu diversas alterações e filmagens extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia e Direção de Arte fazem o filme valer a pena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4901477791662858442?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4901477791662858442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4901477791662858442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4901477791662858442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4901477791662858442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-lobisomem.html' title='O Lobisomem:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S45L_bdWoFI/AAAAAAAACtk/ZkjUj7hJlC0/s72-c/lobisomem_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3712508196857264207</id><published>2010-02-25T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:15:07.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se quiere, se hace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S4b2CmWXdXI/AAAAAAAACtc/rVb4lp-Iyss/s1600-h/Peru_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S4b2CmWXdXI/AAAAAAAACtc/rVb4lp-Iyss/s400/Peru_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442307724238353778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O prazer da comida é o único que, desfrutado com moderação, não acaba por cansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anthelme Brillat-Savarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3712508196857264207?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3712508196857264207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3712508196857264207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3712508196857264207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3712508196857264207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-quiere-se-hace.html' title='Se quiere, se hace!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S4b2CmWXdXI/AAAAAAAACtc/rVb4lp-Iyss/s72-c/Peru_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7387254026224201496</id><published>2010-01-26T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:54:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distante Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S17bk-8ug3I/AAAAAAAACtM/ZOnzmuD0iq8/s1600-h/Orkut_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sou planta de raiz profunda &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;caule cravado em terra úmida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O que sei de mim mesma é mera especulação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;gotas que caem no cochicho das folhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; na aridez do chão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; na fluidez do vento da incerteza&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Úrsula Avner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7387254026224201496?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7387254026224201496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7387254026224201496&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7387254026224201496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7387254026224201496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/01/distante-lugar.html' title='Distante Lugar'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7216539065515141339</id><published>2010-01-14T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:33:06.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza iluminada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S07_3UKL5iI/AAAAAAAACsc/T8xV6NX5KBs/s1600-h/Lindo+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S07_3UKL5iI/AAAAAAAACsc/T8xV6NX5KBs/s400/Lindo+sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426555926797346338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="fr"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mar cria ilusões, a onda as questões, o surf as respostas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Breno Rigaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-7216539065515141339?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7216539065515141339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7216539065515141339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7216539065515141339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7216539065515141339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/01/natureza-iluminada.html' title='Natureza iluminada'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S07_3UKL5iI/AAAAAAAACsc/T8xV6NX5KBs/s72-c/Lindo+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2646050683674707024</id><published>2010-01-10T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:14:51.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha lente busca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S0nEZPx32uI/AAAAAAAACsU/KJBoAHElnsA/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S0nEZPx32uI/AAAAAAAACsU/KJBoAHElnsA/s400/Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425083164155960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vista Parcial do Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ph. Bia Pêggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2646050683674707024?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2646050683674707024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2646050683674707024&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2646050683674707024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2646050683674707024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-lente-busca.html' title='Minha lente busca...'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/S0nEZPx32uI/AAAAAAAACsU/KJBoAHElnsA/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4234101246330946541</id><published>2010-01-10T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:57:55.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida assim nos afeiçoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao nosso ouvido, embaladora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A ama de todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;os mortais,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança prometedora,&lt;br /&gt;segreda coisas irreais.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida vai tecendo&lt;br /&gt;laços&lt;br /&gt;quase impossíveis de romper:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que amamos são pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Vivos do nosso próprio ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho de &lt;a href="http://www.ihgs.com.br/cadeiras/patronos/manuelbandeira.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A vida assim nos afeiçoa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4234101246330946541?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4234101246330946541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4234101246330946541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4234101246330946541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4234101246330946541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida-assim-nos-afeicoa.html' title='A vida assim nos afeiçoa'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2840488331078458575</id><published>2009-12-01T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:31:15.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos em caixa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxUMKCEV8tI/AAAAAAAACrk/YVMH0WhfqzM/s1600/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxUMKCEV8tI/AAAAAAAACrk/YVMH0WhfqzM/s400/box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410243893848830674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;Soneto do amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado&lt;br /&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo&lt;br /&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover&lt;br /&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;br /&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;br /&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;Dedicado a todos os amigos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Box: Bia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2840488331078458575?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2840488331078458575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2840488331078458575&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2840488331078458575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2840488331078458575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/12/amigos-em-caixa.html' title='Amigos em caixa'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxUMKCEV8tI/AAAAAAAACrk/YVMH0WhfqzM/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6359820754381450121</id><published>2009-11-27T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:33:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Não o grites de cima dos telhados&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz os passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz a mim!&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres,&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;tem de ser bem devagarinho, Amada,&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é breve, e o amor mais breve ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/mquintana_bio.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6359820754381450121?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6359820754381450121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6359820754381450121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6359820754381450121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6359820754381450121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/11/quintana.html' title='Quintana'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4679759927341608471</id><published>2009-11-27T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:09:45.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo de uma Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sw_MlEwTZ5I/AAAAAAAACrM/hoHWgCvEgM0/s1600/Fotos+atelier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sw_MlEwTZ5I/AAAAAAAACrM/hoHWgCvEgM0/s400/Fotos+atelier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408766614798821266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;A fotografia nunca se revela por inteiro quando você se desmancha por alguém. Essas relações lembram uma foto polaroid: a imagem vai aparecendo aos poucos. Algumas coisas se distanciam do sentimento original, mas isso é a vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mia_Farrow/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mia Farrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ph. Bia Pêggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4679759927341608471?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4679759927341608471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4679759927341608471&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4679759927341608471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4679759927341608471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-de-uma-photo.html' title='Photo de uma Photo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sw_MlEwTZ5I/AAAAAAAACrM/hoHWgCvEgM0/s72-c/Fotos+atelier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-7599406471666187954</id><published>2009-11-11T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:30:15.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dias que vivi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A espera é uma grandeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;doada pela paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Saber perceber a hora certa das coisas&lt;br /&gt;nos faz um pouco melhores&lt;br /&gt;do que conseguimos ser.&lt;br /&gt;Saber entender que não somos&lt;br /&gt;tão grandes como achamos,&lt;br /&gt;também é uma grandeza&lt;br /&gt;do reconhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;esperar para quê,&lt;br /&gt;se não há um por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Só é grandeza,&lt;br /&gt;se o que há para esperar&lt;br /&gt;é tão imenso&lt;br /&gt;que goteja água&lt;br /&gt;em alma aflita.&lt;br /&gt;Se a água solfeja a gota&lt;br /&gt;dela caída,&lt;br /&gt;me faz entender&lt;br /&gt;que é preciso esperar para crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Att:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tudo aqui escrito não se faz verdade absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cada qual vive em si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;seu absoluto pleno que o faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-7599406471666187954?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/7599406471666187954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=7599406471666187954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7599406471666187954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/7599406471666187954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-dias-que-vivi.html' title='Os dias que vivi'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2359837343008130111</id><published>2009-11-10T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:58:52.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As cores que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;são a sombra do amor que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tanto desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2359837343008130111?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2359837343008130111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2359837343008130111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2359837343008130111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2359837343008130111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/11/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2159272949939446200</id><published>2009-10-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:44:17.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ph. Bia'/><title type='text'>Uma Cena sendo Processada:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sumb-OAnJqI/AAAAAAAACqM/ovLNXy-rZc0/s1600-h/no+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sumb-OAnJqI/AAAAAAAACqM/ovLNXy-rZc0/s400/no+set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398017121595106978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No set de gravação.&lt;br /&gt;Sono, fome, frio, saudade e pouca luz de onde estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-2159272949939446200?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2159272949939446200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2159272949939446200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2159272949939446200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2159272949939446200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-cena-sendo-processada.html' title='Uma Cena sendo Processada:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sumb-OAnJqI/AAAAAAAACqM/ovLNXy-rZc0/s72-c/no+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-972121476637991391</id><published>2009-10-26T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:32:37.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na escala de Dó Maior:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SuWmVD3EohI/AAAAAAAACqE/FzSBEl-fOMs/s1600-h/blog003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SuWmVD3EohI/AAAAAAAACqE/FzSBEl-fOMs/s400/blog003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396902609217167890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagem: Acrílica, escurecedor, emplastro, secante sobre suporte.&lt;br /&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-972121476637991391?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/972121476637991391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=972121476637991391&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/972121476637991391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/972121476637991391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/10/na-escala-de-do-maior.html' title='Na escala de Dó Maior:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SuWmVD3EohI/AAAAAAAACqE/FzSBEl-fOMs/s72-c/blog003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2577647603779646206</id><published>2009-10-16T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:05:09.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumbuzilênzio:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sth8upwryEI/AAAAAAAACp0/_9qVOIp4Yik/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sth8upwryEI/AAAAAAAACp0/_9qVOIp4Yik/s400/Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393197694702045250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Acrílica, escurecedor, emplastro, secante sobre suporte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Para ver mais, clique: Bia Pêggas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2577647603779646206?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2577647603779646206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2577647603779646206&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2577647603779646206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2577647603779646206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sumbuzilenzio.html' title='Sumbuzilênzio:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sth8upwryEI/AAAAAAAACp0/_9qVOIp4Yik/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2766198304879704779</id><published>2009-10-01T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:37:55.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu destino em Cora:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsUuXAtqjHI/AAAAAAAACpk/E_s7gCmbjcs/s1600-h/blog0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsUuXAtqjHI/AAAAAAAACpk/E_s7gCmbjcs/s400/blog0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387763502082067570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MEU DESTINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palmas de tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;leio as linhas da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linhas cruzadas, sinuosas,&lt;br /&gt;interferindo no teu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te procurei, não me procurastes –&lt;br /&gt;íamos sozinhos por estradas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiferentes, cruzamos&lt;br /&gt;Passavas com o fardo da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corri ao teu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri. Falamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia foi marcado&lt;br /&gt;com a pedra branca da cabeça de um peixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, desde então, caminhamos&lt;br /&gt;juntos pela vida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cora_Coralina/biografia/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ler mais de Cora Coralina, clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Acrílica, espátulas grafismo sobre papel.&lt;br /&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2766198304879704779?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2766198304879704779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2766198304879704779&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2766198304879704779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2766198304879704779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-destino-em-cora.html' title='Meu destino em Cora:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsUuXAtqjHI/AAAAAAAACpk/E_s7gCmbjcs/s72-c/blog0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6999285515081757583</id><published>2009-09-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:30:25.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fusão dos limites:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsIJ01FE4UI/AAAAAAAACpI/6KRwYPsOgO0/s1600-h/blog0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsIJ01FE4UI/AAAAAAAACpI/6KRwYPsOgO0/s400/blog0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386878907494752578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escolho formas de homenagear o Criador de um trabalho que supera o rótulo de "experimental", avanço por temas fazendo uso das mídias eletrônicas, sem esquecer a cultura popular, eventos históricos, ou as Artes Plásticas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada deve ser óbvio num trabalho, nem em um pensamento. Nada deve ser profundamente conhecido, tudo que é supremo se vela e desvela para ser descoberto aos poucos &gt; uma Construção em Permanente Movimento, com as inquietudes que sempre caracterizaram os grandes Artistas.&lt;br /&gt;Por: Bia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagem velada: Acrílica, espátulas, secante sobre placa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6999285515081757583?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6999285515081757583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6999285515081757583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6999285515081757583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6999285515081757583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/fusao-dos-limites.html' title='A fusão dos limites:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsIJ01FE4UI/AAAAAAAACpI/6KRwYPsOgO0/s72-c/blog0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3719965264434797513</id><published>2009-09-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:18:32.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os hiatos de Clarice:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsC3fYcxfsI/AAAAAAAACpA/HZPHa7QN4tU/s1600-h/blog0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsC3fYcxfsI/AAAAAAAACpA/HZPHa7QN4tU/s400/blog0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386506904102076098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou como você me vê.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ad7b6kqyok"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Clarice Lispector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-3719965264434797513?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3719965264434797513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3719965264434797513&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3719965264434797513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3719965264434797513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-hiatos-de-clarice.html' title='Os hiatos de Clarice:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SsC3fYcxfsI/AAAAAAAACpA/HZPHa7QN4tU/s72-c/blog0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8906268365254247525</id><published>2009-09-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:30:15.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desenho bia'/><title type='text'>Escorro como água:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr-8tqXZGdI/AAAAAAAACow/eS8Ah_c0JBA/s1600-h/clicfolio012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr-8tqXZGdI/AAAAAAAACow/eS8Ah_c0JBA/s400/clicfolio012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386231172010940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em clarão de noites&lt;br /&gt;felizes,&lt;br /&gt;sinto o frio da alma a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: acrílica, crayon, nanquim, pastel seco sobre canson 280g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-8906268365254247525?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8906268365254247525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8906268365254247525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8906268365254247525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8906268365254247525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/escorro-como-agua.html' title='Escorro como água:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr-8tqXZGdI/AAAAAAAACow/eS8Ah_c0JBA/s72-c/clicfolio012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4755976143646397846</id><published>2009-09-26T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:29:25.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture Bia'/><title type='text'>Expressionismo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4E4HHGZUI/AAAAAAAACoQ/gZJu1BIdHuA/s1600-h/blog0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4E4HHGZUI/AAAAAAAACoQ/gZJu1BIdHuA/s400/blog0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385747566409704770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O Expressionismo é a arte  do instinto, trata-se de uma pintura dramática, subjetiva, “expressando”  sentimentos humanos. Utilizando cores irreais, dá forma plástica ao amor, ao  ciúme, ao medo, à solidão, à miséria humana, à prostituição. Deforma-se a  figura, para ressaltar o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Predominância dos valores emocionais sobre os  intelectuais. Corrente artística concentrada especialmente na Alemanhaentre 1905  e 1930.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Principais características:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; * pesquisa no domínio  psicológico;&lt;br /&gt;* cores resplandecentes, vibrantes, fundidas ou  separadas;&lt;br /&gt;* dinamismo improvisado, abrupto, inesperado;&lt;br /&gt;* pasta grossa, martelada, áspera;&lt;br /&gt;* técnica violenta: o pincel ou espátula vai e vem,  fazendo e refazendo, empastando ou provocando explosões;&lt;br /&gt;* preferência pelo patético, trágico e sombrio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;OBSERVAÇÃO: &lt;/b&gt; Alguns historiadores determinam para esses pintores o  movimento ”Pós Impressionista”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saiba mais sobre o Expressionismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/aplicExternas/enciclopedia_IC/index.cfm?fuseaction=termos_texto&amp;amp;cd_verbete=3784"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; clique aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Imagem: Bia Pêggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Acrílica, espátulas, secante, vieux-chene sobre canson 280g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4755976143646397846?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4755976143646397846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4755976143646397846&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4755976143646397846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4755976143646397846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/expressionismo.html' title='Expressionismo:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4E4HHGZUI/AAAAAAAACoQ/gZJu1BIdHuA/s72-c/blog0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6610331445611765727</id><published>2009-09-26T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:08:07.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha alma aberta mente:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4EFlZDx1I/AAAAAAAACoI/DvaLtnFAO-o/s1600-h/clicfolio009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4EFlZDx1I/AAAAAAAACoI/DvaLtnFAO-o/s400/clicfolio009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385746698364766034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  "Tudo é questão de despertar sua alma". &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/ggmarquez_menu.asp"&gt; Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6610331445611765727?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6610331445611765727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6610331445611765727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6610331445611765727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6610331445611765727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-alma-aberta-mente.html' title='Minha alma aberta mente:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sr4EFlZDx1I/AAAAAAAACoI/DvaLtnFAO-o/s72-c/clicfolio009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-387378775789715384</id><published>2009-09-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:31:14.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting: bia'/><title type='text'>O Eu profundo e os outros Eus:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrdwtUQ_odI/AAAAAAAACn4/mrI5ugTaMTA/s1600-h/blog026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrdwtUQ_odI/AAAAAAAACn4/mrI5ugTaMTA/s400/blog026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383895803381129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"[...]Sonho e perco-me, duplo de ser eu e essa mulher. . . Um&lt;br /&gt;grande cansaço é um fogo negro que me consome. . . Uma grande&lt;br /&gt;ânsia passiva é a vida que me estreita [...]".&lt;br /&gt;Trecho (p.04).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/biografias/fernando_pessoa.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Acrílica, espátulas, carvão, crayon sobre placa trabalhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bia Pêggas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-387378775789715384?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/387378775789715384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=387378775789715384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/387378775789715384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/387378775789715384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-eu-profundo-e-os-outros-eus.html' title='O Eu profundo e os outros Eus:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrdwtUQ_odI/AAAAAAAACn4/mrI5ugTaMTA/s72-c/blog026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1718216770229955235</id><published>2009-09-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:44:33.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw bia'/><title type='text'>Perfume de Jasmim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrYv4NJ8EoI/AAAAAAAACno/u2dbhmk1EIQ/s1600-h/blog0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrYv4NJ8EoI/AAAAAAAACno/u2dbhmk1EIQ/s400/blog0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383543047218532994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“[...] Quando criança, e depois adolescente, fui precoce em muitas coisas. Em sentir um ambiente, por exemplo, em apreender a atmosfera íntima de uma pessoa. Por outro lado, longe de precoce, estava em incrível atraso em relação a outras coisas importantes. Continuo, aliás, atrasada em muitos terrenos. Nada posso fazer: parece que há em mim um lado infantil que não cresce jamais[...]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claricelispector.com.br/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saiba mais sobre: Clarice Lispector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imagem: Desenho com nanquim, lápis colorido aquarelável, pastel seco sobre canson 280g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Para ver mais, clique &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-1718216770229955235?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1718216770229955235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1718216770229955235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1718216770229955235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1718216770229955235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfume-de-jasmim.html' title='Perfume de Jasmim:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrYv4NJ8EoI/AAAAAAAACno/u2dbhmk1EIQ/s72-c/blog0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8958738354239111370</id><published>2009-09-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:18:08.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias com mar ao fundo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esta é a página sem número em que nos perguntamos, quantos de nós somos apenas UM"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuela Baptista.&lt;br /&gt;Para ler mais, clique &lt;a href="http://historias-com-mar-ao-fundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AQUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-8958738354239111370?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8958738354239111370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8958738354239111370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8958738354239111370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8958738354239111370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/historias-com-mar-ao-fundo.html' title='Histórias com mar ao fundo:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4522274107052673375</id><published>2009-09-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:43:16.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bia'/><title type='text'>Cavaleiro Errante:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrTsCq5pNCI/AAAAAAAACng/dvlzMIWflOQ/s1600-h/blog010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrTsCq5pNCI/AAAAAAAACng/dvlzMIWflOQ/s400/blog010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186985234543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://purl.pt/920/1/cervantes-biografia/biografia-cervantes-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cervantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em seu cavalo&lt;br /&gt;leva o &lt;a href="http://purl.pt/920/1/m-amalia/d-quixote-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que afeiçoou.&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentam&lt;br /&gt;os moinhos que lhes avançam&lt;br /&gt;nas ventanias&lt;br /&gt;com tons de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Nanquim, aquarela, modificações gráficas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4522274107052673375?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4522274107052673375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4522274107052673375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4522274107052673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4522274107052673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/cavaleiro-errante.html' title='Cavaleiro Errante:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrTsCq5pNCI/AAAAAAAACng/dvlzMIWflOQ/s72-c/blog010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-2364862255632524285</id><published>2009-09-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:15:11.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOxwqbV66I/AAAAAAAACnY/u57jGEREkEo/s1600-h/blog021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOxwqbV66I/AAAAAAAACnY/u57jGEREkEo/s400/blog021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382841429218683810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Continuo me olhando no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Acrílica, pastel seco, crayon sobre canson 280g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2364862255632524285?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/2364862255632524285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=2364862255632524285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2364862255632524285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/2364862255632524285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/espelho.html' title='Espelho:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOxwqbV66I/AAAAAAAACnY/u57jGEREkEo/s72-c/blog021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1174676348350238843</id><published>2009-09-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:08:06.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw bia'/><title type='text'>Deformados:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOuc4DfV4I/AAAAAAAACnQ/6BRnB3JyioE/s1600-h/blog0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOuc4DfV4I/AAAAAAAACnQ/6BRnB3JyioE/s400/blog0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837790744467330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Imagem: Nanquim, crayon, lápis de cor aquarelável e modificação gráfica em photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-1174676348350238843?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1174676348350238843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1174676348350238843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1174676348350238843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1174676348350238843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/deformados.html' title='Deformados:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrOuc4DfV4I/AAAAAAAACnQ/6BRnB3JyioE/s72-c/blog0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4550529216119979974</id><published>2009-09-16T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:48:22.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A insustentável leveza do ser:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrC8_MBM3gI/AAAAAAAACnI/TP02QiXi8Tw/s1600-h/cabe%C3%A7alho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrC8_MBM3gI/AAAAAAAACnI/TP02QiXi8Tw/s400/cabe%C3%A7alho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382009348451786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"[...]A sensualidade é a mobilização máxima dos sentidos: observa-se o outro intensamente, procurando captar seus menores ruídos.&lt;br /&gt;[...]O que urrava nela era o idealismo ingênuo de seu amor, que queria abolir todas as contradições, abolir a dualidade entre o corpo e a alma, e talvez até abolir o tempo".&lt;br /&gt;(KUNDERA, p.56).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Imagem: Bia Pêggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trecho do livro: A insustentável leveza do ser &gt; Milan Kundera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Para saber mais,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lendo.org/a-insustentavel-leveza-do-ser-milan-kundera/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; clique aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lendo.org/a-insustentavel-leveza-do-ser-milan-kundera/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-4550529216119979974?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4550529216119979974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4550529216119979974&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4550529216119979974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4550529216119979974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/insustentavel-leveza-do-ser.html' title='A insustentável leveza do ser:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SrC8_MBM3gI/AAAAAAAACnI/TP02QiXi8Tw/s72-c/cabe%C3%A7alho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5075480483990164423</id><published>2009-09-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:39:31.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting: bia'/><title type='text'>O velho Tupã:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq-V-rivzHI/AAAAAAAACmQ/5eGhAfdeaw0/s1600-h/Blog001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq-V-rivzHI/AAAAAAAACmQ/5eGhAfdeaw0/s400/Blog001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381684983803923570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E andavam tinto de tintura vermelha pelos peitos, espáduas, quadris, coxas e pernas até baixo, mas os vazios com a barriga e estômago eram-se sua própria cor. E a tintura era assim vermelha que a água a não comia nem desfazia, antes, quando saía da água, parecia mais vermelha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Imagem: Acrílica, pastel, crayon, carvão, photoshop sobre canson 280g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-5075480483990164423?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5075480483990164423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5075480483990164423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5075480483990164423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5075480483990164423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-velho-tupa.html' title='O velho Tupã:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq-V-rivzHI/AAAAAAAACmQ/5eGhAfdeaw0/s72-c/Blog001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6837211401979276917</id><published>2009-09-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:33:57.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw bia'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5hv_tqEhI/AAAAAAAACmA/f-bR6F6PoVk/s1600-h/Blog001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5hv_tqEhI/AAAAAAAACmA/f-bR6F6PoVk/s400/Blog001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381346081939001874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Eu, sua comida chegando]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am your food and I am on my way].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;: Nanquim canetinha, photoshop sobre canson trabalhado em papier marchè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-6837211401979276917?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6837211401979276917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6837211401979276917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6837211401979276917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6837211401979276917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5hv_tqEhI/AAAAAAAACmA/f-bR6F6PoVk/s72-c/Blog001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-8105296095066969008</id><published>2009-09-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:37:49.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ph. Bia'/><title type='text'>Le grand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5jL---x-I/AAAAAAAACmI/iHNfme6HKew/s1600-h/petropolis_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5jL---x-I/AAAAAAAACmI/iHNfme6HKew/s400/petropolis_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381347662291191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Os meus gostos são muito simples: prefiro o melhor de tudo"                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://translate.google.com.br/translate?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;langpair=en%7Cpt&amp;amp;u=http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/wilde_oscar.shtml&amp;amp;prev=/translate_s%3Fhl%3Dpt-BR%26q%3Doscar%2Bwilde%2Bbiografia%26tq%3DOscar%2BWilde%2Bbiography%26sl%3Dpt%26tl%3Den"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-8105296095066969008?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/8105296095066969008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=8105296095066969008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8105296095066969008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/8105296095066969008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-grand.html' title='Le grand'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq5jL---x-I/AAAAAAAACmI/iHNfme6HKew/s72-c/petropolis_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5785632642039308679</id><published>2009-09-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:29:55.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Castelo ao chão:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq1g6d7CJoI/AAAAAAAACl4/8Ez3i89z57w/s1600-h/Bia+P%C3%AAggas024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq1g6d7CJoI/AAAAAAAACl4/8Ez3i89z57w/s400/Bia+P%C3%AAggas024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381063687358523010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"(...)Construirei um lar cheio de flores&lt;br /&gt;Ou morrerei no meu próprio castelo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Claudel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imagem&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-5785632642039308679?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5785632642039308679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5785632642039308679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5785632642039308679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5785632642039308679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-castelo-ao-chao.html' title='Do Castelo ao chão:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq1g6d7CJoI/AAAAAAAACl4/8Ez3i89z57w/s72-c/Bia+P%C3%AAggas024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-1473808159734559206</id><published>2009-09-13T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:39:11.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythical tradition:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq0SCHTv-xI/AAAAAAAAClw/9QBaAypHoUE/s1600-h/Bia+P%C3%AAggas007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq0SCHTv-xI/AAAAAAAAClw/9QBaAypHoUE/s400/Bia+P%C3%AAggas007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380976957308533522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os dentes na tradição mítica simbolizam a permanência do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Teeth, in the mythical tradition, simbolize the permanence of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Imagem: Canetinha à base de água, nanquim, photoshop, cross sobre canson 280g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bia Pêggas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-1473808159734559206?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/1473808159734559206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=1473808159734559206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1473808159734559206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/1473808159734559206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/mythical-tradition.html' title='Mythical tradition:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sq0SCHTv-xI/AAAAAAAAClw/9QBaAypHoUE/s72-c/Bia+P%C3%AAggas007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5323918918658400133</id><published>2009-09-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:52:57.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto penso, refrigero o meu zero:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz4Il2g0JI/AAAAAAAAClY/ilXe2b6LHAQ/s1600-h/Bia+P%C3%AAggas003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz4Il2g0JI/AAAAAAAAClY/ilXe2b6LHAQ/s400/Bia+P%C3%AAggas003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380948481284296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Imagem: &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Caneta Nanquim, canetinha, photoshop, afinador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-5323918918658400133?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/5323918918658400133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=5323918918658400133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5323918918658400133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/5323918918658400133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/enquanto-penso-refrigero-o-meu-zero.html' title='Enquanto penso, refrigero o meu zero:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz4Il2g0JI/AAAAAAAAClY/ilXe2b6LHAQ/s72-c/Bia+P%C3%AAggas003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4380758239652413143</id><published>2009-09-13T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:53:25.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw bia'/><title type='text'>The dog on the table.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz0imdz-LI/AAAAAAAAClI/HDqIrOii69g/s1600-h/Bia+P%C3%AAggas001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz0imdz-LI/AAAAAAAAClI/HDqIrOii69g/s400/Bia+P%C3%AAggas001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944530079217842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira o dog daí, menina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "table" não aguenta.&lt;br /&gt;Table de madeira tão frágil&lt;br /&gt;que despedaça com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o dog nesta mesa&lt;br /&gt;ou a table frágil&lt;br /&gt;de tanto sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sobre a "Table": &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biapeggas/"&gt;Bia Pêggas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: canetinha, nanquim, photoshop e cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4380758239652413143?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4380758239652413143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4380758239652413143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4380758239652413143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4380758239652413143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-on-table.html' title='The dog on the table.'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/Sqz0imdz-LI/AAAAAAAAClI/HDqIrOii69g/s72-c/Bia+P%C3%AAggas001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-3640030828671071796</id><published>2009-09-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:47:06.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In blue, in green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venha carregando tudo,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo suas malas,&lt;br /&gt;suas cores,&lt;br /&gt;a Arte escorrida nas brisas do vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-3640030828671071796?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/3640030828671071796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=3640030828671071796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3640030828671071796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/3640030828671071796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-blue-in-green.html' title='In blue, in green.'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-6217781734978797483</id><published>2009-09-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:47:49.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fatias de coloridos&lt;br /&gt;em flashes suspensos de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto penso, refrigero o meu zero&lt;br /&gt;com a mesma rapidez do clique&lt;br /&gt;diagonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2149126543919216672-6217781734978797483?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/6217781734978797483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=6217781734978797483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6217781734978797483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/6217781734978797483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatias-de-coloridos-em-flashes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-9145815671617713181</id><published>2009-09-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:13:45.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean-Michel Basquiat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrTOere_anA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrTOere_anA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O trabalho de Basquiat esta inundado de referências e de correspondências múltiplas, os seus trabalhos não são apresentados numa estrutura aberta, mas como uma dinâmica simultânea entre declarações divergentes e em si próprias herméticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As suas representações ilustram tudo o que é térreo, despedaçado, incoerente, e na sua demolição e desprezo por qualquer tipo de unidade visual tradicional. O tema principal dos seus trabalhos é a vida na grande cidade. A indiferença em relação à perspectiva e a posição infantil e ingênua em relação ao estilo são características suas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As primeiras telas de Basquiat foram as paredes da cidade onde ele difundiu as suas mensagens. Olhando além do significado de infantil de representação da grande cidade e da verdadeira imagem dos seres humanos, a obra de Basquiat é claramente uma Arte de fúria e de rebelião, mas retém sempre os engenhosos jogos de palavras da sua fase dos grafites. A coroa e o símbolo do copyright são as características mais óbvias do período grafite para as pinturas e desenhos posteriores.&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/2149126543919216672-9145815671617713181?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/9145815671617713181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=9145815671617713181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9145815671617713181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/9145815671617713181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/jean-michel-basquiat.html' title='Jean-Michel Basquiat'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-4770757290464854084</id><published>2009-09-11T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:19:51.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historia da Arte'/><title type='text'>Le Pop:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SqpHUiTUp_I/AAAAAAAACjg/qwY2597gVjw/s1600-h/marilyn_by_andy_warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SqpHUiTUp_I/AAAAAAAACjg/qwY2597gVjw/s400/marilyn_by_andy_warhol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380191122978285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o objetivo da crítica irônica do  bombardeamento da sociedade pelos objetos de consumo, ela operava com signos  estéticos massificados da publicidade, quadrinhos, ilustrações e designam,  usando como materiais principais, tinta acrílica, ilustrações e designs, usando  como materiais, usando como materiais principais, tinta acrílica, poliéster,  látex, produtos com cores intensas, brilhantes e vibrantes, reproduzindo objetos  do cotidiano em tamanho consideravelmente grande, transformando o real em  hiper-real. Mas ao mesmo tempo que produzia a crítica, a Pop Art se apoiava e  necessitava dos objetivos de consumo, nos quais se inspirava e muitas vezes o  próprio aumento do consumo, como aconteceu por exemplo, com as Sopas Campbell,  de Andy Warhol, um dos principais artistas da Pop Art. Além disso, muito do que  era considerado brega, virou moda, e já que tanto o gosto, como a arte tem um  determinado valor e significado conforme o contexto histórico em que se realiza,  a Pop Art proporcionou a transformação do que era considerado vulgar, em  refinado, e aproximou a arte das massas, desmitificando, já que se utilizava de  objetos próprios delas, a arte para poucos.  Principais Artistas:  Robert Rauschenberg (1925) Depois  das séries de superfícies brancas ou pretas reforçadas com jornal amassado do  início da década de 1950, Rauschenberg criou as pinturas "combinadas", com  garrafas de Coca-Cola, embalagens de produtos industrializados e pássaros  empalhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Por volta de 1962, adotou a técnica de impressão em silk-screen para aplicar  imagens fotográficas a grandes extensões da tela e unificava a composição por  meio de grossas pinceladas de tinta. Esses trabalhos tiveram como temas  episódios da história americana moderna e da cultura popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.lichtensteinfoundation.org/"&gt;Roy Lichtenstein&lt;/a&gt; (1923-1997). Seu interesse pelas histórias em  quadrinhos como tema artístico começou provavelmente com uma pintura do  camundongo Mickey, que realizou em 1960 para os filhos. Em seus quadros a óleo e  tinta acrílica, ampliou as características das histórias em quadrinhos e dos  anúncios comerciais, e reproduziu a mão, com fidelidade, os procedimentos  gráficos. Empregou, por exemplo, uma técnica pontilhista para simular os pontos  reticulados das historietas. Cores brilhantes, planas e limitadas, delineadas  por um traço negro, contribuíam para o intenso impacto visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Com essas obras, o artista pretendia oferecer uma reflexão sobre a linguagem e  as formas artísticas. Seus quadros, desvinculados do contexto de uma história,  aparecem como imagens frias, intelectuais, símbolos ambíguos do mundo moderno. O  resultado é a combinação de arte comercial e abstração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.warhol.org/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1927-1987). Ele foi figura mais conhecida e mais  controvertida do pop art, Warhol mostrou sua concepção da produção mecânica da  imagem em substituição ao trabalho manual numa série de retratos de ídolos da  música popular e do cinema, como Elvis Presley e Marilyn Monroe. Warhol entendia  as personalidades públicas como figuras impessoais e vazias, apesar da ascensão  social e da celebridade. Da mesma forma, e usando sobretudo a técnica de  serigrafia, destacou a impessoalidade do objeto produzido em massa para o  consumo, como garrafas de Coca-Cola, as latas de sopa Campbell, automóveis,  crucifixos e dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Produziu filmes e discos de um grupo musical, incentivou o trabalho de outros  artistas e uma revista mensal. NO BRASIL A década de 60 foi de grande efervescência para  as artes plásticas no pais. Os artistas brasileiros também assimilaram os  expedientes da pop art como o uso das impressões em silkscreen e as referências  aos gibis. Dentre os principais artistas estão Duke Lee, Baravelli, Fajardo,  Nasser, Resende, De Tozzi, Aguilar e Antonio Henrique Amaral. A obra de Andy Warhol expunha uma visão irônica  da cultura de massa. No Brasil, seu espírito foi subvertido, pois, nosso pop  usou da mesma linguagem, mas transformou-a  em instrumento de denúncia  política e social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagem: Marilyn, 1964 &gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.warhol.org/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-4770757290464854084?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/feeds/4770757290464854084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149126543919216672&amp;postID=4770757290464854084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4770757290464854084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149126543919216672/posts/default/4770757290464854084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biapeggas.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-pop.html' title='Le Pop:'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11469141364461434806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SxWh33ikDPI/AAAAAAAACrs/XpQeiUzYKW0/S220/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnseOPxGM-E/SqpHUiTUp_I/AAAAAAAACjg/qwY2597gVjw/s72-c/marilyn_by_andy_warhol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149126543919216672.post-5487376665588070734</id><published>2009-09-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:44:18.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ph. 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102);"&gt;me leva num encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;e, por um minuto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;no oposto do que há em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;prevalescem os soberanos sorrisos teus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Fotografias espalhadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;nas formas suaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;dos poemas que lhe dediquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorrisos soltos neste meu vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;que venta feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;na alma que agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;grita e te diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"amar é pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Nele se perde o medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;se levanta voos mais altos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;se abrem guarda-chuvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;em dias ensolarados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;e cheios de paixão".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149126543919216672-2364940547433136695?l=biapeggas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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