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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565071054829302210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TTsao6zoscI/AAAAAAAABIQ/0gIUFethGgs/s400/DedoDeDeusRJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;INFORMAÇÕES GERAIS PARA A CELEBRAÇÃO DOS CASAMENTOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Valores vigentes para cerimônia religiosa no ano de 2010:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$550,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não dizimistas&lt;/b&gt;: R$600,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.1. Casamento religioso com efeito civil:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$600,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$650,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.2. Taxa de transferência:&lt;/b&gt; R$130,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.3. Bodas (Ouro, Prata, Diamante, etc.):&lt;/b&gt; R$250,00 (sem Missa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Não é permitido jogar pétalas de flores na passadeira central e no presbitério, antes, durante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e depois da cerimônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Os noivos que realizarem a festa no salão da Igreja receberão os cumprimentos no próprio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;salão. Os que não realizarem a festa no salão da Igreja, se desejarem, receberão os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;cumprimentos do lado de fora da Igreja, no estacionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; São permitidos 07 (sete) casais de padrinhos no máximo para cada noivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Trata-se de uma cerimônia religiosa e, por isso, solicitamos o respeito e a colaboração dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;padrinhos no presbitério, antes, durante e após a cerimônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Número de músicas permitido: 06 (seis): Cortejo (entrada do noivo e padrinhos), entrada da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;noiva, entrada de alianças, bênção das alianças, cumprimentos e saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. MÚSICA&lt;/b&gt;: Os músicos deverão usar as tomadas que lhes forem indicadas e se postar apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do lado esquerdo da Igreja. Deverão trazer toda a aparelhagem. A Igreja não cederá nenhum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aparelho ou caixa de som. A taxa de colaboração para a Igreja é de R$250,00 por evento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;realizado pelos não credenciados pela paróquia e de R$100,00 pelos credenciados pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;paróquia. O acerto deverá ser feito na secretaria, pelos próprios músicos, com 15 dias de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;antecedência do evento, mediante assinatura de um contrato. Caso o acerto não seja feito na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;data estipulada o profissional será impedido de exercer suas atividades no evento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;programado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.1.&lt;/b&gt; Caso os noivos não queiram participação de grupos musicais e sim a colocação de CD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;será colocado CD indicado pela Igreja, com músicas especiais para casamentos. O valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;para colocação de CD é de R$50,00 por casamento. Esse valor deverá ser pago à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;paróquia juntamente com o pagamento da taxa do casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. ORNAMENTAÇÃO:&lt;/b&gt; A floricultura encarregada da ornamentação deverá fazê-la no horário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;das 13:00 às 15:30 horas impreterivelmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.1.&lt;/b&gt; Não é permitido colar fita adesiva no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.2.&lt;/b&gt; Não é permitido retirar ou remover colunas que estejam no presbitério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.3.&lt;/b&gt; A taxa de colaboração para a Igreja é de R$250,00 por evento realizado pelos não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;credenciados pela paróquia e de R$100,00 pelos credenciados pela paróquia. O acerto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deverá ser feito na secretaria, pelas próprias floriculturas, com 15 dias de antecedência do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;evento, mediante assinatura de um contrato. Caso o acerto não seja feito na data &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;estipulada o profissional será impedido de exercer suas atividades no evento programado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.4.&lt;/b&gt; Se os noivos desejem usar a passadeira (vermelha) da Igreja o valor do aluguel é de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;R$70,00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.5.&lt;/b&gt; Se houver mais de um casamento marcado para o mesmo dia o valor da decoração será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dividido entre os casais do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. FOTOGRAFIAS:&lt;/b&gt; os fotógrafos deverão usar as tomadas que forem indicadas pela Igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.1.&lt;/b&gt; Favor manter ordem e respeito durante a cerimônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.2.&lt;/b&gt; A taxa de colaboração para a Igreja é de R$250,00 por evento realizado pelos não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;credenciados pela paróquia e de R$100,00 pelos credenciados pela paróquia. O acerto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deverá ser feito na secretaria, pelos próprios fotógrafos, com 15 dias de antecedência do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;evento, mediante assinatura de um contrato. Caso o acerto não seja feito na data &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;estipulada o profissional será impedido de exercer suas atividades no evento programado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. ESTACIONAMENTO:&lt;/b&gt; O valor do estacionamento de cada carro é de R$10,00 e deverá ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;pago ao manobrista da paróquia assim que o carro for estacionado, antes da cerimônia do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.1&lt;/b&gt;. Os veículos dos fotógrafos, músicos e floricultura, caso estejam estacionados no pátio da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Igreja no momento do casamento, também deverão pagar a taxa de R$10,00 ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;manobrista do estacionamento, antes da cerimônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. BUFÊS E DOCEIRAS:&lt;/b&gt; Os noivos poderão alugar o salão paroquial (informações abaixo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;usando ou não Bufê, usando ou não a cozinha da paróquia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.1.&lt;/b&gt; A taxa de colaboração para a Igreja é de R$250,00 por evento realizado pelos não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;credenciados pela paróquia e de R$100,00 pelos credenciados pela paróquia. O acerto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deverá ser feito na secretaria, pelos próprios Bufês, com 15 dias de antecedência do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;evento, mediante assinatura de um contrato. Caso o acerto não seja feito na data &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;estipulada o profissional será impedido de exercer suas atividades no evento programado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; A Igreja conta com empresas credenciadas: floriculturas, fotógrafos, músicos e bufês, para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que os noivos tenham maior comodidade ao escolher os serviços para seu casamento. Todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as empresas que são nossas parceiras estão enquadradas nas normas que regulamentam o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;casamento na Paróquia Sant’Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; Caso os noivos desejem trabalhar com profissionais não credenciados pela paróquia, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mesmos deverão ser informados sobre nossas normas e principalmente sobre a taxa de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;colaboração de 10%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTA:&lt;/b&gt; Os noivos declaram estarem cientes de que a Paróquia Sant’Ana, não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;responsabilidade de qualquer natureza em relação às pessoas e empresas por ela indicadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seja ela civil, penal, tributária, trabalhista, financeira e outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. HORÁRIO:&lt;/b&gt; Noivos, familiares e padrinhos deverão cumprir religiosamente o horário marcado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;para o casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.1.&lt;/b&gt; Os horários das cerimônias são os seguintes: 18:30h, 19:30h e 20:30h. Cada casamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;terá direito a 55 minutos, para que a cerimônia seguinte não seja prejudicada por causa do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;horário. Assim sendo, o casamento que for realizado às 18:30 horas deverá terminar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;exatamente às 19:25 horas e assim sucessivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.2.&lt;/b&gt; Caso ocorra atraso, serão descontados os minutos do mesmo e se necessário serão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cortadas músicas, entradas de alianças ou cumprimentos no altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.3.&lt;/b&gt; O noivo deverá chegar 20 minutos antes do horário trazendo certidão de casamento civil e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;se dirigir à Sacristia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REGULAMENTO DO ALUGUEL DO SALÃO PAROQUIAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt; Os valores do aluguel do salão paroquial sem utilização da cozinha são: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$800,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$850,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.&lt;/b&gt; Os valores do aluguel do salão paroquial com utilização da cozinha são: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$350,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não dizimistas:&lt;/b&gt; R$400,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.&lt;/b&gt; O uso do salão será permitido pelo período de 04 (quatro) horas para apenas uma festa por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dia. Será dada preferência para o casal que primeiro solicitar e assinar o contrato de aluguel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.1.&lt;/b&gt; Se o período de 04 horas for ultrapassado será cobrada multa de 50% do valor do aluguel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.&lt;/b&gt; Os convidados dos noivos que alugarem o salão para a festa, caso não seja o casamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;das 20:30 horas, deverão estacionar os carros no estacionamento da Av. Cruzeiro do Sul, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fica nos fundos da Igreja, ao lado da estação do metrô. O motorista poderá deixar os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;passageiros na porta da igreja e se dirigir para o estacionamento da Cruzeiro do Sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;/b&gt; No ato da assinatura do contrato do aluguel do salão, os noivos deverão deixar um cheque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;caução, com o valor da multa, que só será descontado pela paróquia caso ocorra desrespeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ao item 03 deste livreto. Caso tudo esteja de acordo com o item 03, o cheque será devolvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aos noivos, no final da festa, pelo funcionário do estacionamento que é também, funcionário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;da igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;/b&gt; Itens contidos no salão paroquial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 50 mesas de metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 200 cadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 04 latões plásticos de lixo, com sacos de lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- O salão não contém aparelhagem de som e nem iluminação especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.&lt;/b&gt; Itens contidos nos banheiros do salão paroquial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 02 banheiros: feminino e masculino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Cada banheiro tem 02 vasos sanitários e o banheiro masculino tem, também, mictório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 04 rolos da papel higiênico em cada banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 03 cestos de lixo com saco de lixo em cada banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 01 papeleiro, com papel, para enxugar as mãos em cada banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 01 suporte com sabão líquido em cada banheiro.22. Itens contidos na cozinha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.&lt;/b&gt; Itens contidos na cozinha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 02 geladeiras industriais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 01 fogão industrial com 06 bocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 03 pias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 02 frezzers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- 01 forno elétrico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- As panelas e utensílios de cozinha pertencentes à paróquia não poderão ser utilizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Solicitamos que o salão e a cozinha sejam deixados em ordem e que o lixo seja colocado nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;latões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&lt;/b&gt; O pagamento do aluguel do salão deverá ser efetuado, na secretaria, 10 dias antes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;evento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.paroquiasantana.org.br/"&gt;http://www.paroquiasantana.org.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-6642729567496807803?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6642729567496807803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6642729567496807803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6642729567496807803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6642729567496807803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-par.html' title='In Par'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TTsao6zoscI/AAAAAAAABIQ/0gIUFethGgs/s72-c/DedoDeDeusRJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3914519413380717497</id><published>2010-12-28T21:01:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:57:14.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortez the Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/83448457/fc48865e" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Neil Young, album Zuma. 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height: 267px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243812023085522" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/TNg96NJdqdI/AAAAAAAABsw/iQVP4WRPyZs/s400/mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quando o português chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Debaixo de uma bruta chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vestiu o índio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fosse uma manhã de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O índio tinha despido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesias Reunidas&lt;/span&gt;;  Andrade, Osvald de – Civilização Brasileira, 3ª. edição  – Rio de Janeiro, 1972.&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Guinigui&lt;/span&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/38581578-2730901336400527953?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2730901336400527953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2730901336400527953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2730901336400527953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2730901336400527953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/11/erro-de-portugues.html' title='Erro de português'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/TNg96NJdqdI/AAAAAAAABsw/iQVP4WRPyZs/s72-c/mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-1897032039949537233</id><published>2010-10-25T17:58:00.023-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:39:20.404-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquiri juquilá I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homem é detido ao andar nu em praia no litoral de SP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Caso aconteceu nesta segunda-feira (25), em Caraguatatuba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;De acordo com a polícia, ele tem problemas psicológicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do G1 SP, com informações da TV Vanguarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TMXjeWK88gI/AAAAAAAABIE/7qiZiXoZIxc/s1600/andar_entarjado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532077827781620226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TMXjeWK88gI/AAAAAAAABIE/7qiZiXoZIxc/s400/andar_entarjado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TMXjeWK88gI/AAAAAAAABIE/7qiZiXoZIxc/s1600/andar_entarjado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem foi detido pela polícia na manhã desta segunda-feira (25) em Caraguatatuba, no litoral de São Paulo, por caminhar nu pela praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ele, que não teve a identidade revelada, foi levado para o Hospital Stela Maris, onde foi recebido por uma assistente social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;De acordo com a polícia, o homem tem problemas psicológicos e ficará internado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/sao-paulo/noticia/2010/10/homem-e-detido-ao-andar-nu-em-praia-no-litoral-de-sp.html" target="_blank"&gt;g1.globo.com/sao-paulo/noticia/&lt;/a&gt;&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/38581578-1897032039949537233?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/1897032039949537233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=1897032039949537233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1897032039949537233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1897032039949537233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/10/aquiri-juquila-i.html' title='Aquiri juquilá I'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TMXjeWK88gI/AAAAAAAABIE/7qiZiXoZIxc/s72-c/andar_entarjado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-6153623527198168192</id><published>2010-07-01T15:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:32:30.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TCzexqtc9BI/AAAAAAAABH0/1osljmut-Y0/s1600/g_tapir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TCzexqtc9BI/AAAAAAAABH0/1osljmut-Y0/s400/g_tapir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489006990717678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;O Guarani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;; Alencar, José de – Segunda Parte; Peri; VI Nobreza; pg. 221 –  Ateliê Editorial – Cotia, 2002&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/38581578-6153623527198168192?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6153623527198168192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6153623527198168192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6153623527198168192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6153623527198168192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/07/tapir.html' title='Tapir'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/TCzexqtc9BI/AAAAAAAABH0/1osljmut-Y0/s72-c/g_tapir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3453006497401034945</id><published>2010-05-03T15:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:13:57.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/S98bSwdNS3I/AAAAAAAABsc/lcqw4i6ZV-g/s1600/nany.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/S98bSwdNS3I/AAAAAAAABsc/lcqw4i6ZV-g/s400/nany.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467118481710074738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O tigre evoca, de forma geral, as idéias de poder e ferocidade; o que só comporta sinais negativos. É um animal caçador e, nisso, um símbolo da casta guerreira. Tanto na geomancia quanto na alquimia chinesa, o tigre opõe-se ao dragão; mas se vem a ser, no primeiro caso, um símbolo maléfico, é, no segundo, um principio ativo, a energia, em oposição ao principio úmido e passivo, o chumbo oposto ao mercúrio, sopro do sêmen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinco Tigres&lt;/span&gt;, símbolos de força protetora, são os guardiões dos quatro pontos cardeais e do centro. Alias, através da história e nas lendas chinesas dá-se repetidamente o nome de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinco Tigres&lt;/span&gt; (Wu ho) a grupos de guerreiros valorosos, protetores do império. O aparecimento de um tigre-branco é um sinal de virtude real. O tigre é mais especificamente um animal do norte, do solstício de Inverno, onde devora as influências maléficas. Se por vezes é a montaria de um Imortal, é porque ele próprio é dotado de longevidade. Sua força simboliza ainda, no budismo, a força da fé, do esforço espiritual, atravessando a selva dos pecados, que é simbolizada por uma floresta de bambus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na iconografia hindu, a pele do tigre é um troféu de Xiva. O tigre é a montaria da Xácti, da energia da natureza, a quem Xiva não se encontra submetida, mas ao contrário, dominada por ele (CHOC, DANA, GRAD, GUES, KALL, LECC, OGRJ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Monstro da escuridão e da lua nova, é também uma das figuras do mundo superior, o mundo da vida e da luz nascente. Ele é muitas vezes reproduzido, deixando sair da goela um ser humano, representado por uma criança. É o ancestral do clã, identificado com a lua que renasce: a luz que retorna (HENL, ELlT, 161). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na Malásia, o curandeiro tem poder de transformar-se em tigre. Não podemos esquecer que em todo o sudoeste asiático, o Tigre-Ancestral mítico é visto como o iniciador. É ele quem conduz as neófitas à selva para iniciá-las, na realidade, para matá-las e ressuscitá-las (ELlC. 306), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na Sibéria, para os gilíacos, o tigre, devido à sua vida e hábitos, é um verdadeiro homem, que apenas temporariamente assume o aspecto de tigre (ROUF, 303, citando Zelenine, Le Culte des Idoles en Sibérie, Paris, 1952). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O aparecimento do tigre nos sonhos provoca uma angústia ao acordar. Reanima os terrores gerados pela aproximação da fera na floresta, ou por sua visão nos jardins zoológicos ou circos. Belo, cruel, rápido, o tigre fascina e apavora. Segundo E. Aeppli, nos sonhos ele representa um conjunto de tendências que se tomaram completamente autônomas e que estão sempre prontas para nos atacar inesperadamente e para nos despedaçar. Sua poderosa natureza felina encarna um conjunto de forças instintivas, cujo encontro é tão inevitável quanto perigoso; essa natureza é astuciosa, menos cega do que a do touro, mais feroz do que do cão selvagem, apesar de igualmente inadaptada. Esses instintos mostram-se sob o seu mais agressivo aspecto, porque, presos na selva, tornaram-se completamente desumanos. O tigre fascina, no entanto: É grande e poderoso, embora não tenha a dignidade do leão. É um pérfido déspota que desconhece o perdão. Ver aparecer um tigre nos seus sonhos significa estar perigosamente exposto à bestialidade dos seus impulsos instintivos (AEPR, 265). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ele simboliza o obscurecimento da consciência submersa nas ondas de seus desejos elementares desencadeados. Mas embora lute contra animais inferiores, como répteis, conforme vemos em certas representações, é uma figura superior da consciência; mas, ao lutar contra um leão ou uma águia, passa a figurar apenas o instinto de cólera que procura saciar-se, opondo-se a qualquer proibição superior. O sentido do símbolo varia, como sempre, conforme a situação dos seres em conflito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uma lenda grega, relatada por Plutarco, explica por que o nome de Tigre foi dado a um rio da Mesopotâmia, denominado anteriormente Solax. Para seduzir uma ninfa da Ásia, Afesibéia, por quem estava apaixonado, Dioniso transforma-se em tigre. Tendo chegado à margem do rio, ela não pôde continuar fugindo e deixou-se agarrar pela fera, que a ajudou a passar para a outra margem. Seu filho, Medes, foi o herói epônimo dos medos e o rio tomou o nome de Tigre. Em memória à ninfa e ao deus que se haviam unido em suas margens (GRID, 29). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Segundo outras lendas, de origem babilônica, o Tigre haveria nascido dos olhos de Marduk, o Criador, ao mesmo tempo que o Eufrates. Na Bíblia, é um dos quatro rios do Paraíso Terrestre. No seu contexto sumério-acadiano. o Tigre assume uma significação de destaque: o curso da água cósmica, cercando a terra como uma ilha, evoca o célebre Oceano terrestre. o Apso do qual os textos cosmogônicos e cosmológicos da Mesopotâmia tanto falam (SOUN, 220). O Apso tem uma função característica na gênese do mundo: considerado como uma divindade masculina, representa a massa de água doce sobre a qual flutua a terra. Tem sua fonte no Oriente, próxima às montanhas do sol, e envolve o mundo como um rio circular. É ele que alimenta nossos cursos de água (ibid., 119). O Tigre, como rio, simbolizaria a água doce, por oposição ao mar, abismo de água salgada donde surgem todas as criaturas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário de Símbolos&lt;/span&gt;; Chevalier, Jean e Gheerbrant, Alain – José Olympio – Rio de Janeiro, 1982&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/38581578-3453006497401034945?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3453006497401034945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3453006497401034945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3453006497401034945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3453006497401034945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/05/noites.html' title='Noites'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/S98bSwdNS3I/AAAAAAAABsc/lcqw4i6ZV-g/s72-c/nany.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8226769388471755692</id><published>2010-03-13T11:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:12:21.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Precioso tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S5udP2VM5GI/AAAAAAAABHU/Dw3OPFQlIoU/s1600-h/postal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S5udP2VM5GI/AAAAAAAABHU/Dw3OPFQlIoU/s400/postal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448121069842785378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38581578-8226769388471755692?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8226769388471755692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8226769388471755692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8226769388471755692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8226769388471755692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/03/precioso-tempo.html' title='Precioso tempo'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S5udP2VM5GI/AAAAAAAABHU/Dw3OPFQlIoU/s72-c/postal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8588123913071421848</id><published>2010-03-01T14:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:12:42.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Piva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S4v0xfwgBHI/AAAAAAAABHM/57ke-reg68g/s1600-h/piva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S4v0xfwgBHI/AAAAAAAABHM/57ke-reg68g/s400/piva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443713705783067762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A grande poesia de Roberto Piva precisa de ajuda. Este evento é para arrecar fundos visando o tratamento da sua delicada saúde. Pedimos a colaboração na divulgação. Para doações à distância, seguem seus dados bancários: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Itaú – 341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Agência: 0036&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Conta corrente: 20592-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;CPF 565 802 828-00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S0k22Fq5FdI/AAAAAAAABHE/BV_IaXlq6lw/s1600-h/dface-big-mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S0k22Fq5FdI/AAAAAAAABHE/BV_IaXlq6lw/s400/dface-big-mouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424927529007388114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tus manos son mi caricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mis acordes cotidianos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;te quiero porque tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;trabajan por la justicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi amor, mi cómplice, y todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y en la calle codo a codo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somos mucho más que dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tus ojos son mi conjuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;contra la mala 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se equivoca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;te quiero por que tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sabe gritar rebeldía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi amor mi cómplice y todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y en la calle codo a codo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somos mucho más que dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y por tu rostro sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y tu paso vagabundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y tu llanto por el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque sos pueblo te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y porque amor no es aurora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ni cándida moraleja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y porque somos pareja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que sabe que no está sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Te quiero en mi paraíso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;es decir, que en mi país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;la gente vive feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aunque no tenga permiso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si te quiero es por que sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi amor, mi cómplice y todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y en la calle codo a codo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somos mucho más que dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mario Benedetti in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.avantel.net/~eoropesa/html/poesia/poesia.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;www.avantel.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagem: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Mouth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; por D*Face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-2014108224493189913?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2014108224493189913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2014108224493189913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2014108224493189913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2014108224493189913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-quiero.html' title='Te quiero'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/S0k22Fq5FdI/AAAAAAAABHE/BV_IaXlq6lw/s72-c/dface-big-mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3720921357157169002</id><published>2010-01-01T01:58:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:18:03.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesperal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sz1zCDWSCGI/AAAAAAAABG8/K-0LvaG4vOM/s1600-h/Stiffane-Myoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sz1zCDWSCGI/AAAAAAAABG8/K-0LvaG4vOM/s400/Stiffane-Myoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616005519640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pato Donald  Mickey Clarabela&lt;br /&gt;voam no céu, o filme roda na tela,&lt;br /&gt;o céu está cheio de estrêlas&lt;br /&gt;as crianças tomam sorvete no cine&lt;br /&gt;as crianças como riem elas&lt;br /&gt;Tio Patinhas passa de avião&lt;br /&gt;êle tem concorrentes em outras cidades&lt;br /&gt;sua fortuna de tôdas tem que ser a maior&lt;br /&gt;Tio Patinhas sorri, êle está contente,&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Mcpherson, esquire, suicidou-se&lt;br /&gt;ontem, com um tiro no ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;Tio Patinhas ganha qualquer parada&lt;br /&gt;êle sorri, êle está contente,&lt;br /&gt;e com êle as crianças como riem elas&lt;br /&gt;ah as crianças o filme corre na tela&lt;br /&gt;Tio Patinhas é bom para as crianças&lt;br /&gt;é todo colorido, um pato &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eastmancolor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;simpático, de cartola, e como tem dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Pato Donald Mickey Clarabela&lt;br /&gt;olham-no com respeito e admiração&lt;br /&gt;voam no céu, o filme roda na tela,&lt;br /&gt;Mcpherson suicidou-se ontem&lt;br /&gt;com um tiro no ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;o céu está cheio de estrêlas,&lt;br /&gt;as crianças, como riem elas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ariel Marques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel Krirochein Marques, carioca, nascido em 25 de abril de 1947, completou o curso secundário do Rio de Janeiro e, atualmente, cursa o 2º ano de Economia na Universidade de Brasília. Já colaborou em diversos suplementos literários e revistas, entre os quais a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Revista Civilização Brasileira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Tem um livro de poemas inédito intitulado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"urbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poesia viva I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, Civilização Brasileira, Rio de Janeiro, 1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stiffane Mioo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, por Guinigui&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/38581578-3720921357157169002?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3720921357157169002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3720921357157169002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3720921357157169002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3720921357157169002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2010/01/vesperal.html' title='Vesperal'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sz1zCDWSCGI/AAAAAAAABG8/K-0LvaG4vOM/s72-c/Stiffane-Myoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-2345459988591867083</id><published>2009-11-28T20:35:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:55:50.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruzundangas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SxGl_ryd5kI/AAAAAAAABG0/GsjInHh7BIE/s1600/Agony_in_the_Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SxGl_ryd5kI/AAAAAAAABG0/GsjInHh7BIE/s400/Agony_in_the_Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409287140953417282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A gente da Bruzundanga gosta de raciocinar por aforismos. Sobre todas as cousas, eles têm etiquetadas uma coleção deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se se fala em uma sala ou em outro qualquer lugar de sociedade de cousas literárias, logo um aforista sentencia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— A arte deve ser impessoal. Os grandes artistas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente, ele se lembrou de Dante, que pôs no inferno os seus inimigos e no céu os seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz de fazer aparecer do seu seio razoáveis manifestações intelectuais, ela é ainda mais incapaz de apoiar as que nascem fora dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pintura, que sempre foi arte dos ricos e abastados, não tem, na Bruzundanga, senão raros amadores. Os pintores vivem à míngua e, se querem ganhar algum dinheiro, têm que se rojar aos pés dos poderosos, para que estes lhes encomendem quadros, por conta do governo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles não os compram com o dinheiro seu, senão os de vagas celebridades estrangeiras que aportam às plagas do país com grandes carregações de telas. É outro feitio da gente imperante da Bruzundanga de só querer ser generosa com os dinheiros do Estado. Quando aquilo foi império, não era assim; mas, desde que passou a república, apesar da fortuna particular ter aumentado muito, a moda da generosidade à custa do governo se generalizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um desses engraçados mecenas julga que deve proteger tal ou qual pessoa; que esta precisa viajar a Europa, aperfeiçoar-se, não lhe subvenciona a viagem, não tira nem um ceitil dos seus mil e mais contos. Sabem o que faz? Influi para que ele receba um pagamento indevido do Tesouro ou promove uma fantástica comissão para o indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim o mecenato da Bruzundanga. A falta de generosidade e a sua inquietude pelo dia de amanhã ferem logo a quem examina a sociedade daquele país, mesmo perfunctoriamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ler os testamentos dos seus ricos e compará-los com os que fazem os humildes iberos, que lá enriqueceram em misteres humildes, para sentir a inferioridade moral da sociedade da Bruzundanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes últimos, há mesmo um grande pensamento da hora da morte, quando fazem legados a amigos, a parentes afastados, a criados, a instituições de caridade; mas, nos daqueles, só se topa com o mais atroz egoísmo. Lembro-me de um ricaço de lá que, ao morrer, fez avultados legados aos netos, filhos de sua filha, com a condição de que deviam usar o nome dele — cousa que, como se sabe, se não é contrária às leis, ofende os costumes. O sobrenome tira-se do do pai, lá como aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por falar em cousas de morte, convém recordar que os cemitérios dessa gente, ou por outra, os túmulos das pessoas da alta roda da Bruzundanga são outra manifestação da sua pobreza mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São caros jazigos ou carneiros de mármore de Carrara, mas os ornatos, as estátuas, toda a concepção deles, enfim, é de uma grande indigência artística. Raros são aqueles que pedem a escultores que os façam. Todos os encomendam a simples marmoristas, que os recebem, aos montes, da Itália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas casas são desoladoras arquitetonicamente. Há modas para elas. Houve tempo em que era a de compoteiras na cimalha; houve tempo das cúpulas bizantinas; ultimamente era de mansardas falsas. Carneiros de Panúrgio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua capital, que é um dos lugares mais pitorescos do mundo, não tem nos arredores casas de campo, risonhas e plácidas, como se vêem em outras terras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo lá é conforme a moda. Um antigo arrabalde da capital que, há quantos anos era lugar de chácaras e casas roceiras, passou a ser bairro aristocrático; e logo os panurgianos ricos, os que se fazem ricos ou fingem sê-lo, banalizaram o subúrbio, que ainda assim é lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos toques da mediocridade da sociedade da Bruzundanga é a sua incapacidade para manter um teatro nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teatro é por excelência uma arte de sociedade, de gente rica. Ele exige vestuários caros, jóias, carros — tudo isso que só se pode obter com a riqueza. Pois os ricos da Bruzundanga não animam as tentativas que se têm feito para fazer surgir um teatro indígena, e todas têm fracassado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se contenta com a ópera italiana ou com as representações de celebridades estrangeiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ainda falar nas suas festas íntimas, nos seus casamentos, nos seus batizados, nas suas datas familiares; mas, por hoje, basta o que vai dito, e é o bastante para mostrar de que maneira a aristocracia da Bruzundanga é incapaz de representar o papel normal das aristocracias: criar o gosto, afinar a civilização, suscitar e amparar grandes obras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falei aqui em aristocracia, foi abusando da retórica. O meu intento é designar com tão altissonante palavra, não uma classe estável que detenha o domínio da sociedade da Bruzundanga, e a represente constantemente; mas os efêmeros que, por instantes, representam esse papel naquele interessante país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicado este ponto, posso ir adiante nas minhas breves “notas” sobre o país da Bruzundanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os Bruzundangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; Barreto, Lima – Editora Brasiliense – S.Paulo, 1956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagem: Mantegna, Andrea "The Agony in the Garden" c. 1450;  Têmpera sobre madeira — 63 x 80 cm – National Gallery, London&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/38581578-2345459988591867083?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2345459988591867083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2345459988591867083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2345459988591867083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2345459988591867083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/11/bruzundangas.html' title='Bruzundangas'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SxGl_ryd5kI/AAAAAAAABG0/GsjInHh7BIE/s72-c/Agony_in_the_Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-1860424841710432032</id><published>2009-11-20T12:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:08:43.277-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciência Negra I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SwaiXkR_roI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Uavj4ZdFudc/s1600/rodin_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Ss84S8mTRfI/AAAAAAAABpQ/rJG5krPdM6I/s400/daguerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390589177141347826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“O conflito é luz e sombra, perigo e oportunidade, estabilidade e mudança, fortaleza e debilidade. O impulso para avançar e o obstáculo que se opõe a todos os conflitos contêm a semente da criação e da desconstrução”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Arte da Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, século VI a. C. – Sun Tzu (544-496 a.C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foto:&lt;i&gt; Plexo&lt;/i&gt; – Adriana Gragnani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/38581578-1821441606758651949?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/1821441606758651949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=1821441606758651949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1821441606758651949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1821441606758651949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/10/prega.html' title='Prega'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Ss84S8mTRfI/AAAAAAAABpQ/rJG5krPdM6I/s72-c/daguerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8045613026792332955</id><published>2009-10-05T08:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:39:28.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um etc de um tao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SsnZeiCluhI/AAAAAAAABpI/tRuZQ46I31k/s1600-h/solanum_dulcamara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SsnZeiCluhI/AAAAAAAABpI/tRuZQ46I31k/s400/solanum_dulcamara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389077547682478610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nemorino.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nemorino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Una furtiva lagrima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;negli occhi suoi spuntò... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;quelle festose giovani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;invidiar sembrò... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Che più cercando io vo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;M'ama, lo vedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Un solo istante i palpiti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;del suo bel cor sentir!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Co' suoi sospir confondere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;per poco i miei sospir!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cielo, si può morir; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;di più non chiedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eccola... Oh! qual le accresce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;beltà l'amor nascente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A far l'indifferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;si seguiti così finché non viene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ella a spiegarsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;L'elisir d'amore&lt;/i&gt;, Donizetti, Gaetano; Atto secondo, Scena settima. Milano, Teatro della Canobbiana (12 May 1832) &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://opera.stanford.edu/Donizetti/Elisir/main.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;opera.stanford.edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;i&gt;Solanum dulcamara&lt;/i&gt; by Guido Gerding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-8045613026792332955?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8045613026792332955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8045613026792332955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8045613026792332955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8045613026792332955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-etc-de-um-tao.html' title='Um etc de um tao'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SsnZeiCluhI/AAAAAAAABpI/tRuZQ46I31k/s72-c/solanum_dulcamara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3555334133993192057</id><published>2009-10-03T18:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:50:04.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solanum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SsfDjjCdH5I/AAAAAAAABGc/BmnB7DU3x60/s1600-h/reclaiming_lost_youth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SsfDjjCdH5I/AAAAAAAABGc/BmnB7DU3x60/s400/reclaiming_lost_youth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388490494640463762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor meu cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor meu cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ai menina, meu amor, minha flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ai menina, meu amor, branca flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Era florada, lindo véu de branca renda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se estendeu sobre a fazenda, igual a um manto nupcial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E de mãos dadas fomos juntos pela estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Toda branca e pefumada, pela flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor meu cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ai menina, meu amor, minha flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ai menina, meu amor, branca flor do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Passa-se a noite vem o sol ardente bruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Morre a flor e nasce o fruto no lugar de cada flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Passa-se o tempo em que a vida é toda encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Morre o amor e nasce o pranto, fruto amargo de uma dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor meu cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Meu cafezal em flor, quanta flor meu cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; do cafezal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;; Cascatinha e Inhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reclaiming Lost Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://portrait-gallery.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;portrait-gallery.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-3555334133993192057?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3555334133993192057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3555334133993192057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3555334133993192057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3555334133993192057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/10/solanum.html' title='Solanum'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SsfDjjCdH5I/AAAAAAAABGc/BmnB7DU3x60/s72-c/reclaiming_lost_youth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3561614984905110827</id><published>2009-09-06T15:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:57:28.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Itália Canta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SqQFOQOzIUI/AAAAAAAABGU/PVbrwQ-hs4k/s1600-h/visconti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SqQFOQOzIUI/AAAAAAAABGU/PVbrwQ-hs4k/s400/visconti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429597420560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Faccetta Nera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M. Ruccione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se tu dall'altipiano guardi il mare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;moretta che sei schiava fra gli schiavi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;vedrai come in un sogno tante navi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e un tricolore sventolar per te... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Faccetta nera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bell' Abissina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;aspetta e spera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;che già l'ora s'avvicina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quando saremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;insieme a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;noi ti daremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;un'altra legge e un altro Re! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Faccetta nera, piccola Abissina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ti porteremo a Roma, liberata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dai sole nostro tu sara i baciata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sarai camicia nera pure tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Faccetta nera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sarai romana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;La tua bandiera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sarà sol quella italiana! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Noi marceremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;insieme a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e sfileremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;davanti al Duce e davanti ai re! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa canção difundiu-se rapidamente e teve um grande sucesso na metade dos anos trinta. Lançado como propaganda em 1935, foi depois proibida porque respondia mais ao espírito popular inclinado para a despreocupada ternura que aos deveres de uma nação guerreira e colonizadora. A canção cantava a amizade por uma raça que deveria ser considerada inferior. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Itália Canta&lt;/i&gt;; Marrone, Fiore Giuseppe e Daiocchi, Emilio – Sagra Luzzatto – Porto Alegre, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem: Detalhe do pano de boca do palco do Teatro Municipal do Rio de Janeiro, fundado em 1909. Ao centro, a imagem de D. Pedro II. Obra do artista Eliseu Visconti, recentemente restaurada. Foto: Anibal Bragança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-3561614984905110827?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3561614984905110827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3561614984905110827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3561614984905110827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3561614984905110827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/09/italia-canta.html' title='Itália Canta'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SqQFOQOzIUI/AAAAAAAABGU/PVbrwQ-hs4k/s72-c/visconti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-5106020633937467020</id><published>2009-08-18T11:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:39:17.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Segue o flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Soq9A9dLihI/AAAAAAAABGM/d-3SIS3Hs2c/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SnwTVPkMlOI/AAAAAAAABGE/ovftaMqI_34/s400/fumus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186111595320546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foto: Divulgação/Governo SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&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/38581578-5251977057972415946?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/5251977057972415946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=5251977057972415946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5251977057972415946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5251977057972415946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/08/humor-cinza.html' title='Humor cinza'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SnwTVPkMlOI/AAAAAAAABGE/ovftaMqI_34/s72-c/fumus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7939970619783500623</id><published>2009-07-17T20:04:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:50:26.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Sami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOt-Q1CI/AAAAAAAABF8/cfoepp1XVco/s1600-h/sherazade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOt-Q1CI/AAAAAAAABF8/cfoepp1XVco/s400/sherazade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759897964631074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HILAL SAMI HILAL. Instalação &lt;i&gt;Sherazade&lt;/i&gt; (detalhe), da mostra &lt;i&gt;Seu Sami&lt;/i&gt; – Palácio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, 2008. Foto: Paulo Lacerda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOUNB97I/AAAAAAAABF0/Lhnoan_fUBE/s1600-h/Biblioteca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOUNB97I/AAAAAAAABF0/Lhnoan_fUBE/s400/Biblioteca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759891047249842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HILAL SAMI HILAL. Instalação &lt;i&gt;Biblioteca&lt;/i&gt; (detalhe), da mostra &lt;i&gt;Seu Sami&lt;/i&gt; – Palácio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, 2008. Foto: Paulo Lacerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOC4jpaI/AAAAAAAABFs/Wj_otsoF1Ig/s1600-h/Biblioteca_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOC4jpaI/AAAAAAAABFs/Wj_otsoF1Ig/s400/Biblioteca_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759886397973922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HILAL SAMI HILAL. Instalação &lt;i&gt;Biblioteca&lt;/i&gt; (detalhe), da mostra &lt;i&gt;Seu Sami&lt;/i&gt; – Palácio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, 2008. Foto: Paulo Lacerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxN0FgoII/AAAAAAAABFk/i7-HXxsw94g/s1600-h/Biblioteca_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxN0FgoII/AAAAAAAABFk/i7-HXxsw94g/s400/Biblioteca_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759882425770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HILAL SAMI HILAL. Instalação &lt;i&gt;Biblioteca&lt;/i&gt; (detalhe), da mostra &lt;i&gt;Seu Sami&lt;/i&gt; – Palácio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, 2008. Foto: Paulo Lacerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxNpn1EvI/AAAAAAAABFc/M-iRsYYaKzI/s1600-h/Biblioteca_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxNpn1EvI/AAAAAAAABFc/M-iRsYYaKzI/s400/Biblioteca_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759879616926450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HILAL SAMI HILAL. Instalação &lt;i&gt;Biblioteca&lt;/i&gt; (detalhe), da mostra &lt;i&gt;Seu Sami&lt;/i&gt; – Palácio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, 2008. Foto: Paulo Lacerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hilal Sami Hilal (Vitória, ES, 1952).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vive e trabalha em Vitória, ES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Capixaba de origem síria, Hilal Sami Hilal iniciou-se, nos anos 1970, no desenho e aquarela para depois decidir se aprofundar em técnicas japonesas de confecção do papel. A partir daí, com uma viagem ao Japão, sua pesquisa intensificou-se, resultando numa segunda viagem a esse país no final dos anos 1980. Cruzando influências culturais entre o Oriente e o Ocidente, entre a tradição moderna ocidental e a antiga arte islâmica, surgiram suas “rendas”. Confeccionadas com um material exclusivo, criado com celulose retirada de trapos de algodão e misturada com pigmentos, resina e pó de ferro e de alumínio, as rendas privilegiam a força gestual do artista. Que assim constrói a tela a partir de linhas que se cruzam, de cores que se revelam na mistura dos materiais e da sensação de ausência gerada pelos espaços em branco. O trabalho, colocado a curta distância da parede, beneficia-se das sombras projetadas, criando um rendilhado virtual. Algumas de suas obras são realizadas apenas com resina acrílica, criando o mesmo efeito visual. Esteve no Panorama da Arte Brasileira, MAM/SP, em 1998. Em 2007/2008 teve uma grande mostra de sua obra exposta no Museu da Vale, Vitória, Espírito Santo, com curadoria de Paulo Herkenhoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cultura.mg.gov.br/?task=interna&amp;amp;sec=6&amp;amp;con=907"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Secretaria de Estado de Cultura de Minas Gerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Texto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cultura.gov.br/brasil_arte_contemporanea/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ministério da Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/38581578-7939970619783500623?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7939970619783500623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7939970619783500623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7939970619783500623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7939970619783500623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/seu-sami.html' title='Seu Sami'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SmGxOt-Q1CI/AAAAAAAABF8/cfoepp1XVco/s72-c/sherazade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-425855094243956309</id><published>2009-07-12T17:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:53:42.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casablanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlpNDI9r6yI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOxdD5pVSm8/s1600-h/r_stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlpNDI9r6yI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOxdD5pVSm8/s400/r_stella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357679423051787042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Te acalma, minha loucura! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Veste galochas nos teus cílios tontos e habitados! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Este som de serra de afiar as facas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;não chegará nem perto do teu canteiro de taquicardias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Estas molas a gemer no quarto ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Roberto Carlos a gemer nas curvas da Bahia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O cheiro inebriante dos cabelos na fila em frente no cinema... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As chaminés espumam pros meus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As hélices do adeus despertam pros meus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os tamancos e os sinos me acordam depressa na madrugada feita de binóculos de gávea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e chuveirinhos de bidê que escuto rígida nos lençóis de pano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;A teus pés&lt;/i&gt;; Cesar, Ana Cristina – Editora Ática – São Paulo, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fotografia: Regina Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-425855094243956309?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/425855094243956309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=425855094243956309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/425855094243956309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/425855094243956309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/casablanca.html' title='Casablanca'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlpNDI9r6yI/AAAAAAAABFU/zOxdD5pVSm8/s72-c/r_stella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-5852969811543919315</id><published>2009-07-11T12:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:16:57.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadrinhas P'ssoanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlisIuNowhI/AAAAAAAABoY/jvnHBnOcXnQ/s1600-h/papai_dormiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlisIuNowhI/AAAAAAAABoY/jvnHBnOcXnQ/s400/papai_dormiu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357221022601363986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vale a pena ser discreto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não sei bem se vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O melhor é estar quieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E ter a cara serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Levas chinelas que batem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No chão com o calcanhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Antes quero que me matem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que ouvir esse som sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Teus brincos dançam se voltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A cabeça a perguntar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;São como andorinhas soltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que inda não sabem voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ouvi-te cantar de dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De noite te ouvi cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ai de mim, se é de alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ai de mim, se é de pesar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O malmequer que arrancaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deu-te nada no seu fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas o amor que me arrancaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se deu nada, foi a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O burburinho da água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No regato que se espalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É como a ilusão que é mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando a verdade a baralha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;61.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu te pedi duas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Duas vezes, bem o sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que por fim me respondesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ao que não te perguntei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenho um livrinho onde escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando me esqueço de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É um livro de capa negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde inda nada escrevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;96. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dei-lhe um beijo ao pé da boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Por a boca se esquivar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A idéia talvez foi louca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O mal foi não acertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;140.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Há um doido na nossa voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ao falarmos, que prendemos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É o mal-estar entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que vem de nos percebemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;146.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tem a filha da caseira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rosas na caixa que tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Toda ela é uma rosa inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas não a cheira ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;177.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Compreender um ao outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É um jogo complicado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pois quem engana não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se não estava enganado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;182.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tens um anel imitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas vais contente de o ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que importa o falsificado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se é verdadeiro o prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;202.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fiz estoirar um cartucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Contra a parede do lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Assim farei eu à vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que o sonhar fez-me assoprado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;220.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deixaste cair no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O embrulho das queijadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Riste disso — e porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A vida é feita de nadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;223.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenho uma pena que escreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aquilo que eu sempre sinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se é mentira, escreve leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se é verdade, não tem tinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;324.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No dia de S. João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Há fogueiras e folias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gozam uns e outros não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tal qual como os outros dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Quadras ao gosto popular&lt;/i&gt;; Pessoa, Fernando – Edições Ática – Lisboa, s/d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: "Papai dormiu", Ana Maria Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-5852969811543919315?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/5852969811543919315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=5852969811543919315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5852969811543919315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5852969811543919315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/quadrinhas-pssoanas.html' title='Quadrinhas P&apos;ssoanas'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlisIuNowhI/AAAAAAAABoY/jvnHBnOcXnQ/s72-c/papai_dormiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3909818976708453838</id><published>2009-07-11T09:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:06:43.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os perigos da literatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SliLpGCIL4I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNW152MCmtA/s1600-h/p_litera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SliLpGCIL4I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNW152MCmtA/s400/p_litera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357185294867640194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Literatura, isto é, escrever sem publicar, é uma espécie de vício secreto. Pequena perversão. Que nem colocar calcinhas de mulher. Seus praticantes estão sujeitos a muito mais. Olhai uns pares deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;COMPLEXO DE CASTRO ALVES&lt;/span&gt; — Leva os poetas a delirar se imaginando numa tribuna em praça pública, cercado por um mar de povo, recebendo o brado do seu bardo, o verbo quente e a exortação para a ação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os poetas afetados deste mal substituem a ação pela palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;COMPLEXO DE MACHADO DE ASSIS&lt;/span&gt; — Manifesta-se em um desejo irreprimível de entrar para o Serviço Público. Levar vida reservada e tímida. Ter atitudes ambíguas sobre os problemas da comunidade. Esperar a glória, pacientemente. Alguns casos mais graves levam os pacientes a fundar academias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;COMPLEXO DE JORGE AMADO&lt;/span&gt; — Leva os pacientes a escrever livros e mais livros, sofregamente, uns cada vez mais parecidos com os outros. Freqüentemente, vence pelo cansaço e acorda consagrado internacionalmente. Pertence ao quadro deste complexo o sonhar com o Nobel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alguns têm frenesis em que se imaginam traduzidos para 18 idiomas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAL DE ROSA&lt;/span&gt; — Só faz vítimas entre membros do Corpo Diplomático. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O paciente imagina que é um jagunço do sertão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Conta casos estranhos, numa linguagem meio antiga e meio sertaneja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E diz em entrevistas na Europa: — Nós, no sertão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;SÍNDROME DE BORGES&lt;/span&gt; — O escritor-paciente imagina-se dentro de um livro, atacado por citações, vidas de outros séculos. Para o paciente afetado desta moléstia, o céu não tem estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tem asteriscos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ocorre de o paciente, andando em círculos, tropeçar numa vírgula, engolir o parágrafo e bater com a cabeça num travessão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Devem ser constantemente vigiados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se não melhorarem, o jeito é encaderná-los e doá-los a uma Biblioteca Pública. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAL DE DRUMMOND&lt;/span&gt; — Apenas uma variante do Complexo de Machado de Assis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O doente pode apresentar dores abdominais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bem na altura de Minas Gerais no mapa do Brasil. A seguir, os delírios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O paciente grita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Tirem essa pedra do meio do meu caminho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;ATAQUE A JOÃO ANTONIO&lt;/span&gt; — Os acometidos desse mal crêem-se jogadores de sinuca, malandros da noite e velhos boêmios. Alguns tentam se parecer com Adoniran Barbosa. Quando alguém disser "literatura é um corpo-a-corpo com a vida", esteja certo: ali está alguém sofrendo do Mal de João Antônio. Vivem normalmente de uma dieta de Gorki e Lima Barreto. O melhor modo de curá-los é convidá-los para uma partida de sinuca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;PARALISIA CABRALINA&lt;/span&gt; — Súbito enrijecimento do nervo poético, causado por leituras intensivas da obra de João Cabral de Mello Neto. O cabra da peste acometido desse mal começa a ver tudo em quadradinhos e a só reconhecer rimas toantes. Nos casos mais graves, desenvolve pedras nos rins, na bexiga e na veia. Apresenta tendências para a litogravura, a marmoraria, ou coleciona cristais. Tem coração de pedra, e só se comove com agrestes, caatingas e canaviais pernambucanos. Normalmente, leva uma vida e morte severina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Ensaios e Anseios Crípticos&lt;/i&gt;; Leminski, Paulo – Pólo Editorial do Paraná – Curitiba, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-3909818976708453838?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3909818976708453838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3909818976708453838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3909818976708453838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3909818976708453838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-perigos-da-literatura.html' title='Os perigos da literatura'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SliLpGCIL4I/AAAAAAAABFM/HNW152MCmtA/s72-c/p_litera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-6348873288901129213</id><published>2009-07-10T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:08:29.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória futura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlfXTgRZclI/AAAAAAAABoQ/tTlsLbMme7E/s1600-h/l_costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlfXTgRZclI/AAAAAAAABoQ/tTlsLbMme7E/s400/l_costa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356987011860886098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mesmo coberta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Brasília é uma cidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nua. Intervalos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;espaço, o plano em que se inventa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;se despojam, verticalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Planalto, Brasília salta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e se repete para o alto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E comemora-se, num céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;declarado, num horizonte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;preciso, como quem sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o que faz de si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e guarda o rosto explícito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Em que cidades os vãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;se mostram com tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;azul, e ventos e vertentes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde limites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;que se correspondam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;onde lacunas que se preencham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;apontando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sua vizinha evidência? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;guarda tanto sentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;em sua diferença? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os edifícios, nítidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;como cactos, contra uma terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;envôlta em terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;se amaciam e se retomam em lago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E o branco é mais longo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no afsalto do poente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e a técnica se arredonda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;na memória da Acrópole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e a pergunta do ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e pelo ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;se aconchega, nas dobras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;do existente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nada se aglomera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ou se expulsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nesta paisagem onde a razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;é o sensível e sua imagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aqui se faz o homem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;geografia-geometria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e a história murmurando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nas curvas da poesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aqui a terra se ergue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lapidada em seu provento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aqui medita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o que a pátria espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;de nós, por nós, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;na nudez dos que pensam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brasília, 1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Poemas ao outro&lt;/i&gt;; Garaude, Lupe Cotrim – Niamar – São Paulo, 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ilustração: Guinigui over Lucio Costa&lt;/b&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/38581578-6348873288901129213?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6348873288901129213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6348873288901129213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6348873288901129213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6348873288901129213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/memoria-futura.html' title='Memória futura'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SlfXTgRZclI/AAAAAAAABoQ/tTlsLbMme7E/s72-c/l_costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-2782794334507275712</id><published>2009-07-10T17:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:30:13.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Slefsns-ugI/AAAAAAAABoA/d5S0_y8XkwQ/s1600-h/piva_brocoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Slefsns-ugI/AAAAAAAABoA/d5S0_y8XkwQ/s400/piva_brocoli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356925870701197826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;roleta de vertigens. orvalho imigrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;mariscos suspirando na paella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;carcarás dormindo na tua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;as lágrimas rosnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;jardins com pitangueiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;um bilhão de meteoros em férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;..............................&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; você põe fogo no bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;maneira brejeira de agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;o mixto-quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(lição de&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ece5d5;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;amor para serpentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;20 poemas com brócoli&lt;/i&gt;; Piva, Roberto – Massao Ohno - Roswitha Kempf – São Paulo, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: João Pirahy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-2782794334507275712?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2782794334507275712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-2517280430276012631</id><published>2009-07-10T15:04:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:20:21.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>((O)) DIO))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SleC7UH0MjI/AAAAAAAABFE/hxMkDDWZCeY/s1600-h/torquato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SleC7UH0MjI/AAAAAAAABFE/hxMkDDWZCeY/s400/torquato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356894237305877042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Torquato, você acha que está cumprindo seu dever de brasileiro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Por que você respondeu em inglês? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Devido a minha formação Joaquim Nabucol de comunista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Presentemente está atuando em alguma emissora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Em inglês ou português? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Em português. Nós temos Bananas. Fale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Assim não, isso é plágio de João de Barro e Alberto Ribeiro. Que tem a declarar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Vinicius jamais escreveria isso. Vinicius é a minha miss Banana Real. Geraldo Vandré é um gênio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Você diz um gênio sexual ou matemático? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Nunca dormi com ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Por que, você sofre de insônia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Eu era viciado em psicotrópicos. Hoje em dia dou mais valor aos alcalóides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Eu por minha parte dou mais valor aos aqualoucos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: O Golias é ótimo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Ele já foi aqualouco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Você não acha que nós devemos tratar melhor os negros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Por exemplo lá em casa estamos há 2 meses sem empregada. Nesse sentido Malcolm X ou Bertrand Russel foram muito compreensivos. Veja o caso de Sérgio Pôrto com aquela estória do crioulo doido, puro racismo, e racismo paulista, o que é mais grave sendo ele cocarioca, isto é, carioca, não acha nego? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. Acho sim. Agora: o Bertrand Russel é mais branco do que Malcolm X. O que estarei querendo dizer com isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Talvez que a noite deste século seja escura e de uma escuridão tão impotente que mesmo no seu âmago mais profundo não são pardos todos os gatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Non sense. Auriverde pendão das minhas pernas que a brisa do funil beija e balança. Onde está funil leia-se mesmo Brasil. Nelson Rodrigues inventou a subliteratura e eu endosso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Mas você não acha que depois de C. Veloso já devemos começar a cuidar mais seriamente da superliteratura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. Freud explica, não é mesmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Seria se fosse. Mas tanto Freud como Sartre como Lévi-Strauss não passam de romancistas da Burguesia. E Lukacs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torquato&lt;/b&gt;: Foi o caso mais grave de Geraldo Vandré que já conheci. E com a desvantagem de ser tão polido como Leandro Konder. Só que de Romance ele não manjava bulhufas. Mas, não exageremos porque Lukacs é um moço de muito futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogério&lt;/b&gt;: Além do mais, Torquato, todas as nossas tragédias ou melodramas individuais fazem parte de um projeto coletivo nosso. Nós fumamos maconha para ter um sucedâneo da fome dos operários e damos a bunda porque não entendemos bem a razão pela qual temos tantas bananas e os camponeses continuam tão desenxavidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;S.P. 1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;i&gt;Os últimos dias de Paupéria&lt;/i&gt;; Neto, Torquato – Livraria Eldorado Tijuca – Rio de Janeiro, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Detalhe da capa do livro por Ana Maria Silva de Araújo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-2517280430276012631?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2517280430276012631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2517280430276012631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2517280430276012631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2517280430276012631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-dio.html' title='((O)) DIO))'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SleC7UH0MjI/AAAAAAAABFE/hxMkDDWZCeY/s72-c/torquato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-248439467025207469</id><published>2009-07-08T23:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:17:17.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil confirma 4 primeiros casos de gripe H1N1 no país</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlVSitLgmxI/AAAAAAAABE8/41c7d9u5DBg/s1600-h/espeto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlVSitLgmxI/AAAAAAAABE8/41c7d9u5DBg/s400/espeto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356278088023972626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reuters - 07/05/2009 19:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BRASÍLIA (Reuters) - O ministro da Saúde, José Gomes Temporão, confirmou nesta quinta-feira os quatro primeiros caso da nova gripe H1N1 no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"O vírus chegou ao Brasil", disse o ministro a jornalistas. "Todos passam bem", acrescentou Temporão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os casos da doença, que ficou conhecida como "gripe suína", estão nos Estados de São Paulo (2), Minas Gerais (1) e Rio de Janeiro (1). Três pacientes vieram do México e um dos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nesta quinta a Organização Mundial da Saúde (OMS) anunciou que decidiu manter na fase 5, numa escala que vai até 6, o nível de alerta de pandemia para a doença, que já matou 44 pessoas no México e duas nos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O primeiro país da América do Sul a ter caso da gripe confirmado foi a Colômbia. Em todo mundo, já existem mais de 2 mil casos confirmados, segundo a OMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Reportagem de Ana Paula Paiva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-248439467025207469?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/248439467025207469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=248439467025207469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/248439467025207469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/248439467025207469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/07/brasil-confirma-4-primeiros-casos-de.html' title='Brasil confirma 4 primeiros casos de gripe H1N1 no país'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlVSitLgmxI/AAAAAAAABE8/41c7d9u5DBg/s72-c/espeto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-1509825088776410214</id><published>2009-07-04T22:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:07:36.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlAFUAhFs1I/AAAAAAAABE0/58VM7lFLDW0/s1600-h/diabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SlAFUAhFs1I/AAAAAAAABE0/58VM7lFLDW0/s400/diabo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785798237827922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Era uma vez um apedeuta que atravessava uma ponte de madrugada – só podia ser um beócio, é claro — quando deu de cara com um sujeito magro, de bigode fino, pele muito branca, uma espécie de Wilson Grey em invólucro elegante. Levou um susto mas foi logo tranqüilizado pelo outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Eu sou o diabo. De mil em mil anos subo à terra para satisfazer três desejos de um único mortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— E não tem de vender a alma? – perguntou o mortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Não – respondeu o magro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Então eu quero – começou o apressadinho esfregando as mãos de satisfação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Eu disse que sou o Diabo e não Deus. Não tem de vender a alma mas tem de dar o rabo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Pô, seu diabo, dar o rabo é brabeza. Não sou chegado a um trolho, não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Mas tu és trouxa mesmo, ó mortal! Se o teu negócio fosse dar o rabo não tinha graça alguma. Tu me davas o brioco por puro prazer e eu nem teria de satisfazer teus três pedidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O mortal viu certa lógica nas palavras de Lúcifer e ao abaixar as calças foi dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Tá certo, tu me comes, mas moita, hein? Maior discrição. E não esquece dos três pedidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O diabo comeu o cara bem comido, botou o cheio de varizes para dentro da braguilha e se afastou dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Boa noite, rapaz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Que boa noite que nada, seu diabo! E os meus três desejos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Você não está muito crescidinho para acreditar em diabo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E o leitor que votou em VMRI do Trombone Baiano, FH do Vosso C., acredita em diabo? Claro que acredita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A origem da palavra Diabo eu confesso que desconheço embora desconfie. A verdade é que não estou com saco (expressão que tomei emprestada de Carlinhos Feijoada Completa, meu assessor para assuntos marginais) para sair por aí pesquisando e Rogerinho Boquinão, meu assessor de imprensa, ainda não apareceu. A palavra demônio — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;daemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; vem do grego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;daimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; e na mitologia era utilizada para denominar um poder sobrenatural. Homero usa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Daimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; do mesmo modo como usa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Theos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, ambos para enfatizar a personalidade de Deus. Desde que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Daimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; era usado para designar o autor de qualquer fenômeno não atribuído à divindade alguma em particular, acabou por se tornar o poder que determinava o destino do homem. Ou seja: cada ser humano tinha o seu demônio particular. Segundo Hesíodo, os mortos da Idade do Ouro se transformavam em demônios. Posterior especulação filosófica dava os demônios como superiores aos mortais mas inferiores aos deuses. A partir daí não é difícil compreender porque os cristão antigos atribuíam as ações dos demônios aos anjos caídos que haviam se revoltado contra Deus. Já os anjos obedientes como o digno Conde da Canoa Furada, José Gregori, foram transformados em anjos da guarda e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cosi via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem fatura muito com a imbecilidade humana neste sentido é o grande escritor brasileiro autor de &lt;i&gt;Surubas Satânicas no Caminho de Compostela&lt;/i&gt; e cujo nome já esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nº 37; Ano I – Editora Pererê – Rio de Janeiro, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/38581578-1509825088776410214?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/1509825088776410214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=1509825088776410214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1509825088776410214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1509825088776410214'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SjPajEUnDvI/AAAAAAAABEU/8K1E2oqPFcc/s72-c/calculo_primario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7886693831589141478</id><published>2009-05-31T19:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:56:52.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Função do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiMJ1_hL1tI/AAAAAAAABn4/qXeCEz7ScLA/s1600-h/vodrazka-ex-libris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiMJ1_hL1tI/AAAAAAAABn4/qXeCEz7ScLA/s400/vodrazka-ex-libris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124406179878610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. LIVRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A palavra "livro", portuguêsa, deriva da latina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liber&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;libri&lt;/span&gt;, no acusativo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;librum&lt;/span&gt; — e tem como correspondentes, em francês, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;livre&lt;/span&gt;, em espanhol, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;libra&lt;/span&gt;, em italiano, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;libro&lt;/span&gt;, em inglês, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;, em alemão &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buch&lt;/span&gt;. Primitivamente, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liber&lt;/span&gt; em latim significava provàvelmente o córtice de vegetais, particularmente de certos vegetais em que êsse córtice se apresentava de forma laminada. Em sua significação mais genérica, é uma reunião de fôlhas, em branco, manuscritas ou impressas (três graus, já daí), sobretudo, hoje em dia, de fôlhas impressas tipogràficamente, elaborado e conservado com a finalidade de transmitir às gerações vivas, vivendas e vivituras o conhecimento passado e coetâneo já adquirido, para inserir-se na práxis social, como elemento da ação humana, factual, factiva e cognitiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.1 ORIGEM DO CONCEITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A origem é remota, mas não anterior, é óbvio, à invenção pelo homem da representação gráfica das idéias, da escrita, em suma. A representação gráfica, desde a pictográfica à fonográfica, superpõe-se a matéria-prima contingente, superfícies isoladas, depois reunidas, que condicionam a existência dos primeiros "livros". Formas antigas são os cilindros de terra cozida, as tábulas ou tábuas de argila cozida, as parietais — desde as trogloditas, naturais, às edificadas pelo homem —. Antigo é o uso, também, de tábuas de madeira com igual fim — presumindo já não a incisão com estilos de pedra ou de metal, mas a pintura com tinta — entre fenícios e hebreus, sobretudo, porém, gregos; e, antes quiçá, tábuas recobertas de cêra, sôbre a qual se fazia a incisão — estilo ainda — dos caracteres, tábuas, aquelas e estas, ligadas entre si, em dípticos, trípticos ou polípticos, que se assemelhavam à "encadernação", embora de ligação contínua. Com fôlhas vegetais, lâminas metálicas, tecidos de linho, de sêda, se fizeram superfícies para escrever, e com o papiro particularmente, fôlha vegetal, é que os egípcios, pelo terceiro milênio antes de Cristo, intensificaram o uso do livro "portátil". Modernamente, sob o nome genérico de livro, há uma grande variedade de espécies, conforme a natureza, a extensão, a profundidade de tratamento do assunto ou matéria versada; conforme o formato, a espessura do impresso; conforme sua autonomia ou auto-suficiência relativa ou a sua dependência para com um todo em que se integre como secção ou parte; conforme sua relação com o tempo, isto é, com a periodicidade de publicação ou singularidade de ocorrência; conforme, ainda, sua finalidade ou uso particular e, neste caso ainda, conforme certas características da sistematização da matéria tratada. Além disso, é hábito, retrospectivamente, considerá-lo segundo sua posição dentro da historicidade ou história mesma do conceito e do instituto. Ademais — mas sem esgotar os aspectos por que pode ser examinada — a palavra "livro" se faz acompanhar de epítetos ou de adjuntos terminativos que permitam colocá-la numa daquelas possíveis distinções específicas ou defini-la para outros fins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.1.1 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Determinações do conceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Com o vocábulo "livro" e um epíteto definem-se, freqüentemente, já o dissemos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supra&lt;/span&gt;, finalidades: (1) "infantil", para leitura ou uso de crianças; (2) "juvenil", para leitura de adolescentes; (3) "azul", em que o govêrno britânico esclarece sua posição numa, em geral, questão de política internacional, mercê de publicação de documentos, ostensivos, reservados, secretos; (4) "amarelo", em que o govêrno francês faz outro tanto; (5) "branco", em que o govêrno norteamericano faz outro tanto: (6) "escolar", para uso nas escolas, em geral de acôrdo com programas, oficiais, oficiosos ou aprovados pelas autoridades competentes; (7) "único", com que o Estado impõe, em determinada disciplina ou conjunto de disciplinas, um tipo de formulação da matéria que passa a dirigir a formação mental das novas gerações, em geral sob pretexto de eficácia didática e de custos mais baixos; (8) "didático", o mesmo, aproximativamente, que escolar, podendo, entretanto, corresponder a níveis vários e a aspectos particulares de apresentação da relação "matéria : docente : discente"; (9) "elementar", (10) "primário", (11) "secundário", (12) "superior", indicam níveis de desenvolvimento de livros escolares ou didáticos; (13) "anotado", em geral é a publicação de um texto acompanhado de notas esclarecedoras do mesmo, sob quaisquer pontos de vista; (14) "premiado", que obteve láurea, oficial, ou privada, de certa relevância; (15) "laureado", o mesmo que o anterior, aproximativamente; (16) "gastronômico", com receitas e indicações de bem comer; (17) " técnico", com exposição de matéria de natureza técnica, preferentemente tecnológica; (18) "científico", com exposição de matéria de natureza científica, preferentemente nas chamadas ciências exatas; (19) "popular", de aceitação generalizada ou de destinação ao nível médio de compreensão de uma coletividade ampla; (20) "clássico", originalmente o adotado em classe de aula, entre os romanos, coincidindo, no pensamento moderno, com o fato de versarem matéria "clássica", isto é, greco-romana; daí, o que apresenta caracteres tradicionais: daí, ainda, o que se supõe elemento ponderável de formação humanista; daí, mais, o que faz época em determinada disciplina, matéria ou questão, quando, de regra, se faz acompanhar de adjunto terminativo relacionado com a disciplina, matéria ou questão em causa; (21) "litúrgico", isto é, relacionado com a liturgia de determinada religião; (22) "ritual", isto é, relacionado com um rito; (23) "doutrinário", isto é, obediente a uma doutrina: (24) "dogmático", isto é, conforme com um ou os dogmas de uma religião; (25) "ortodoxo", isto é, obediente a um cânon; (26) "heterodoxo") isto é, que infringe um cânon; (27) "canônico", isto é, conforme com um cânon; ficando, porém, claro que a relação pode ser multiplicada e ressalvado o fato de que alguns dêsses epítetos podem ser usados para com "obra", "exemplar" e vários outros substantivos da área semântica de "livro" ou de "bibliologia" (cf. LEMA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Elementos de Bibliologia&lt;/span&gt;; Houaiss, Antônio – Editora Hucitec – São Paulo, 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Jaroslav VodráŽka (1894-1984), painter, graphic artist and illustrator. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ex Libris for Ing. O. Hradečny&lt;/span&gt;, lithography, 14 x 4,5 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-7886693831589141478?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7886693831589141478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7886693831589141478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7886693831589141478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7886693831589141478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/funcao-do-livro.html' title='A Função do Livro'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiMJ1_hL1tI/AAAAAAAABn4/qXeCEz7ScLA/s72-c/vodrazka-ex-libris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3604600234408091567</id><published>2009-05-31T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:45:32.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whadaya mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SiL4fhzWwuI/AAAAAAAABEM/5KDUeKUeytA/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SiL4fhzWwuI/AAAAAAAABEM/5KDUeKUeytA/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342105328548233954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Willies, the = the creeps; the shakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nervosismo, inquietude: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cloudy days give me the Willies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;willy-nilly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descuidado, sem método, desordenado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He always works in a willy-nilly manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wimpy; wimpy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanduíche "hambúrguer": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Give me a wimpy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wim-wams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sensação de nervosismo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I get the wim-wams when I climb a ladder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winchester &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rifle (de qualquer marca): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I ups with my Winchester and knocked down twenty Indians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;windbag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanfarrão, indivíduo garganta, pessoa tagarela: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Can't someone shut off that old windbag? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winder-upper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música ou canção que encerra um programa radiofônico: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The winder-upper began and us kids knew it was time to shut off the radio and go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind-jammer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indivíduo tagarela, fanfarrão: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't get him going. He's a real wind-jammer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;window, out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem nada, totalmente destituído, perdido, arruinado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything went out the window for my family in 1929. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;window-shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observar artigos exibidos em vitrinas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I like to go window-shopping at Christmas time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;windup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fim, término: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, this is the windup of our money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;windy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tagarela, indivíduo tagarela: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here comes old windy Joe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windy City &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicago: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've never been to the Windy City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1) Atingir, ferir (com bala): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The bullet winged him but didn't kill him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) Ferir a asa (com bala): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He winged two ducks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3) Braço: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My left wing is broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4) Ala (posição em equipe de futebol): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He played right wing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wing-ding; whing-ding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1)Acesso de raiva, ataque de nervos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ma took a wing-ding when I told her that I had lost the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2)Festa, farra, celebração estrondosa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just before my army unit broke up we had one hell of a wing-ding at the expense of UncIe Sam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alcoólatra cuja bebida favorita é o vinho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Bowery winos have gathered together to petition the mayor for a warm place to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;win one's spurs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fazer sua reputação, tornar-se um profissional, "diplomar-se" em qualquer atividade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you win your spurs come around to me for a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;win out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vencer pela persistência, obter finalmente o sucesso, a vitória: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can win out if you concentrate on your opponent's weaknesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário de Gíria Americana Contemporânea&lt;/span&gt;; E. Collins, Donald and L. Gomes, Luiz – Pioneira – São Paulo, 1989 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-3604600234408091567?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3604600234408091567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3604600234408091567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3604600234408091567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3604600234408091567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/whadaya-mean.html' title='Whadaya mean'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SiL4fhzWwuI/AAAAAAAABEM/5KDUeKUeytA/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8036575234995413235</id><published>2009-05-29T19:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:47:25.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>99ROOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ROOM 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiBkTjes4-I/AAAAAAAABnw/IeH5JH78Bbc/s1600-h/room_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiBkTINpquI/AAAAAAAABng/-2gCc-Ku5L8/s400/room_80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341379437846440674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.99rooms.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;99ROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/38581578-8036575234995413235?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8036575234995413235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8036575234995413235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8036575234995413235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8036575234995413235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/99rooms.html' title='99ROOMS'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SiBkTjes4-I/AAAAAAAABnw/IeH5JH78Bbc/s72-c/room_65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7594271731531067903</id><published>2009-05-27T20:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:17:32.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sh3RFaugyEI/AAAAAAAABEE/cleLCFV3PbU/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sh3RFaugyEI/AAAAAAAABEE/cleLCFV3PbU/s400/j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340654624135235650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jabá.&lt;/span&gt; "Nádegas femininas, região glútea feminina" (Sul), registra Ariel Tacla (12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaca.&lt;/span&gt; "Nádegas, ânus" (Nordeste, Maranhão), registram Domingos Vieira Filho (14) e Ariel Tacla (12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacarandá.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Nordeste, Bahia). Madeira de lei, forte, que o cupim não rói. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacinto.&lt;/span&gt; "Evacuação menstrual da mulher" (Portugal), registra Albino Lapa (62). Vocábulo corrente no Sul e propagado pela colônia portuguesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já deu fogo.&lt;/span&gt; Diz-se do velho sexualmente impotente (Sul). Já era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaguara.&lt;/span&gt; a) Cão sem raça, pessoa vil; b) Mulher da vida; homem sem caráter (Sul, Rio Grande do Sul). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamanta.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino, quando avantajado (Nordeste, Sul). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamijão.&lt;/span&gt; "Pessoa que urina na cama" (Sul), registra Silveira Bueno (3). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janeco.&lt;/span&gt; "Homem bonito com tendência para pederasta" (Portugal), registra Albino Lapa (62). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janeleira.&lt;/span&gt; Moça sapeca, namoradeira, que passa o dia todo na janela. Diz uma quadrinha popular: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toda moça janeleira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tem um vergão na barriga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já nos dias.&lt;/span&gt; Diz-se da mulher quando está prestes a parir (Nordeste). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japonesa.&lt;/span&gt; Posição da cópula em que a mulher, deitada de costas, põe as pernas no ombro do parceiro (Sul, Rio de Janeiro, Centro-Oeste, Goiás). Abon.: "Meter de japonesa é muito mais erótico, comentou Lídia." [FERNANDES SAMPAIO, Adovaldo. "Lídia, Lígia e Lívia" in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antologia do conto erótico&lt;/span&gt;. Rio de Janeiro, Eroticon, 1977, p. 116].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jatoba.&lt;/span&gt; Nádegas, ânus (Nordeste): "Vá tomar na jatoba!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeba.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Sul, Rio de Janeiro). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jegue.&lt;/span&gt; "Órgão sexual masculino, quando avantajado" (Nordeste), registram Mauro Mata (10) e Edson Carneiro (7). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jequitibá.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Sul). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jereba.&lt;/span&gt; "Meretriz", registram Aurélio Buarque de Holanda (2), Ariel Tacla (12) e Manuel Viotti (32). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerianta.&lt;/span&gt; "Meretriz que sustenta malandro na cadeia" (Sul), registra Ariel Tacla (12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeroma.&lt;/span&gt; "Mulher dos seios grandes" (Sul), registra Ariel Tacla (12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiló.&lt;/span&gt; Pederasta (Sul, Rio de Janeiro). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jibóia.&lt;/span&gt; Pênis, quando avantajado (Nordeste). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiribaita.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Nordeste, Rio Grande do Norte). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João-cotoco.&lt;/span&gt; "Gesto desprezível e semi-obsceno" (Nordeste, Ceará), registra Leonardo Mota (45). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João-mainato.&lt;/span&gt; "Prostituta", em Tete, Moçambique, registra Antônio Cabral, ob. cit., p. 57. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joaquim-madrugada.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Nordeste, Bahia). Abon.: "Mas Filó, não se satisfazendo com o efeito da pilhéria, recorreu a uma expressão da gíria: "Lá vocês pegam é em joaquim-madrugada" (SALES, Herberto. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cascalho&lt;/span&gt; (3ª ed.). Rio de Janeiro, Tecnoprint, 1967, p. 94]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogar água fora da bacia.&lt;/span&gt; "Ser homossexual ou tomar atitudes de homossexual" (Sul, Rio de Janeiro), registra Euclides Carneiro da Silva (4). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogar com duas bolas.&lt;/span&gt; Copular (Nordeste, Sul). As duas bolas são os testículos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogar merda no ventilador.&lt;/span&gt; Diz-se de quem, vendo-se em apuros, denuncia os demais culpados (Sul, São Paulo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogar pra cima.&lt;/span&gt; "Copular, deflorar" (Nordeste, Bahia), registra Edson Carneiro (7). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judas.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Nordeste) (v. Afogar o judas.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judiadeira.&lt;/span&gt; "Dor ovariana", dor de mulher (Nordeste) registra Edilberto Trigueiros (73). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntar os trapos.&lt;/span&gt; Amigar-se (Nordeste, Sul). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntar-se.&lt;/span&gt; "Amigar-se" (Nordeste, Sul), registram Antenor Nascentes (11) e Tomé Cabral (6). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntar terra ao pé da bananeira.&lt;/span&gt; "Copular" (Nordeste), registra Hugo Moura (51). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jurema.&lt;/span&gt; "Mundana, amásia de ladrão" (Sul), registra Ariel Tacla (12). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jurumba.&lt;/span&gt; Órgão sexual masculino (Nordeste). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juruveva.&lt;/span&gt; "Égua. Mulher da vida", registra Valdomiro Silveira (63). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; BUARQUE DE HOLANDA, Aurélio. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Novo dicionário da língua portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;. Rio de Janeiro, Nova Fronteira, 1975. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; BUENO, Silveira. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grande dicionário etimológico-prosódico da língua portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;. São Paulo, Saraiva, 1963. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; CARNEIRO DA SILVA, Euclides. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário da gíria brasileira&lt;/span&gt;. Rio de Janeiro, Edições Bloch. 1973. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; CABRAL, Tomé. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário de termos e expressões populares&lt;/span&gt;. 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Rio de Janeiro, Record, 1968. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;32&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; VIOTTI, Manuel. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Novo dicionário da gíria brasileira&lt;/span&gt; (3ª ed.). Rio de Janeiro, Livraria Tupã Editora, 1957.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;45&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; MOTA, Leonardo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cantadores&lt;/span&gt; (3ª ed.). Fortaleza, Imprensa Universitária do Ceará, 1961. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;51&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; MOURA, Hugo. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contribuição ao estudo do linguajar paraibano&lt;/span&gt;", in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revista da Faculdade de Filosofia da Paraíba&lt;/span&gt;, João Pessoa, 2 (4): 117-140, 1959-1964.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;62&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; LAPA, Albino. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário de calão&lt;/span&gt; (2ª ed.). Lisboa, Editorial Presença, 1974. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;63&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; SILVEIRA, Valdomiro. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O mundo caboclo&lt;/span&gt;. Rio de Janeiro, Livraria José Olympio Editora, 1974.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;73&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; TRIGUEIROS, Edilberto. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A língua e o folclore da bacia do São Francisco&lt;/span&gt;. Rio de Janeiro, Campanha de Defesa do Folclore Brasileiro, 1977. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário do palavrão e termos afins&lt;/span&gt;; Souto Maior, Mário – Record – Rio de Janeiro, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-7594271731531067903?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7594271731531067903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7594271731531067903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7594271731531067903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7594271731531067903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/jabre.html' title='Jabre'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sh3RFaugyEI/AAAAAAAABEE/cleLCFV3PbU/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8156745938662788186</id><published>2009-05-26T20:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:02:26.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manicômio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Shx9Ie5wfXI/AAAAAAAABD8/DCimy0Yv-68/s1600-h/goya_casa_de_locos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Shx9Ie5wfXI/AAAAAAAABD8/DCimy0Yv-68/s400/goya_casa_de_locos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280842842307954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O grampo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O trampo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os corpos opiados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quase nus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um quentar mole pelos chãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Coisas privadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Inocentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Espalhados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Déo em déo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Uma paisagem linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Lamento de Píndaro;&lt;/span&gt; Pimentel, Cid – Hucitec – São Paulo, 1987&lt;br /&gt;Ilustração: Francisco de Goya, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casa de locos&lt;/span&gt; (detalle de una figura en primer plano), hacia 1814-1816, Madrid, Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/38581578-8156745938662788186?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8156745938662788186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8156745938662788186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8156745938662788186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8156745938662788186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/manicomio.html' title='Manicômio'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Shx9Ie5wfXI/AAAAAAAABD8/DCimy0Yv-68/s72-c/goya_casa_de_locos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-5962093569788799483</id><published>2009-05-21T15:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:25:18.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShWbs_MoafI/AAAAAAAABnY/tXPvf0DUw1M/s1600-h/ze_brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShWbs_MoafI/AAAAAAAABnY/tXPvf0DUw1M/s400/ze_brasil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338344130498554354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Muda-se para a Argentina em 1946, não sem antes reafirmar a velha ojeriza pelo modernismo nas artes plásticas: manifesta-se contrariamente à fundação de um Museu de Arte Moderna em São Paulo, lançando mão de argumentos muito parecidos com aqueles que, em 1917, usara contra Anita Malfatti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Suas esperanças, nesse momento, são todas postas na Argentina, onde suas obras são traduzidas e onde ele funda com amigos a editora Acteon. Lá, escreve mais um livro, com o pseudônimo de Miguel Garcia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La nueva Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, obra que defende o plano qüinqüenal, texto corrido e didático, onde um pai — fazendo de D. Benta — explica aos filhos a plataforma (peronista) que transformará a Argentina num país forte e feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas o exílio voluntário lhe pesa. Sente falta dos amigos, planeja novas histórias infantis e acaba por regressar ao Brasil. E na bagagem do Lobato que em 1947 desembarca em São Paulo parece vir aprendida uma importante lição: O Lobato de agora parece compreender mais amplamente a natureza do capitalismo, aperfeiçoando a compreensão que, já em 1935, no auge da campanha do petróleo, num artigo intitulado "os grandes crimes contra os povos", o fazia referir-se ao "capitalismo anônimo internacional que paira sobre o mundo como tremendo Pássaro Roca controlador dos governos fracos [que] não passam de bonecos nas mãos do Poder Oculto do Capitalismo Internacional Anônimo do qual até agora só um país se salvou: A Rússia". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Antes ainda de viajar para a Argentina, a mesma compreensão inspirou-lhe em 1944 o desligamento da União Cultural Brasil-Estados Unidos justificada numa carta (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cartas escolhidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;) onde confessa seu desengano ao ter verificado que "os americanos fazem a maior das guerras ao fascismo na Europa e dão todo o apoio moral e material ao mesmo fascismo aqui". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;desde seus conservadores anos 20. A partir dos anos 40, com breves interregnos (como quando, por exemplo, Lobato não admite a aliança dos comunistas com Vargas) as coincidências entre as posições de Lobato e as do PCB vão se estreitando e se multiplicando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Muito embora Lobato jamais tenha se filiado ao PCB, é convidado, em 1945 a integrar a chapa dos comunistas, o que ele recusa alegando recentes (e verdadeiros) problemas de saúde. Mas não se furta a fazer uma saudação a Prestes, lida no comício de 15.7.1945 no Pacaembu. Manifestação de simpatia que se repete três anos depois, em 1948 quando, regressado da Argentina, envia o texto O rei vesgo para ser lido no comício de protesto pela cassação dos parlamentares do PCB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É no bojo desse realinhamento ideológico que a figura do caipira ressurge pela terceira e última vez na obra de Lobato, agora numa perspectiva que supera integralmente a ótica patronal e paternalista que orientava os textos de "Velha praga", "Urupês" e "Jeca Tatuzinho". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trata-se de Zé Brasil, livreto que representa uma autocrítica ao jovem Lobato que em 1914 não soubera entender a dimensão econômica do problema agrário brasileiro e que nos anos 20, no bojo das campanhas pela saúde pública, avança a questão, mas não chega a atinar que o problema das condições de saúde mascarava outros, mais concreto, da infraestrutura brasileira. Nesta última versão, a de 1947, o Jeca se metaforiza em Zé Brasil, camponês sem terra e cuja única esperança reside no Cavaleiro da Esperança, Luís Carlos Prestes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Zé Brasil é o último texto de Lobato, que morre um ano depois de sua publicação, no auge da fama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ao retomar da Argentina, Lobato não tem onde morar. Vai ficando provisoriamente em hotéis, enquanto não acha onde instalar-se definitivamente. E crê ser também provisoriamente que se instala com a mulher e a filha no último andar de um prédio na paulistaníssima Rua Barão de Itapetininga, onde funcionava a Editora Brasiliense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De um terraço na cobertura, contempla a sua São Paulo. Em sua cadeira de balanço, rumina seus planos. Alguns andares abaixo, a Editora Brasiliense, agora a sua editora, que fundou com Artur Neves e Caio Prado Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É lá neste décimo segundo andar — a poucos quarteirões do velho Café Guarany e das velhas arcadas do Largo de São Francisco, que ele tanto viveu no começo do século — que Lobato tem seu escritório, recebe seus amigos, joga suas partidas de xadrez, escreve cartas aos amigos. São suas últimas cartas, onde se amiúdam as reflexões sobre a morte pressentida nas indisposições freqüentes, nos remédios receitados, no rigor da dieta prescrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remédios que Lobato não toma e prescrições que não segue, como que se recusando a retardar a morte, que chega solitária, na madrugada de 5 de julho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seu enterro transforma-se numa apoteose gigantesca, conduzida pela multidão que vai velá-lo na Biblioteca Municipal e que depois carrega carinhosamente seu ataúde nos braços, até o Cemitério da Consolação. Fato que aponta decisivamente para a sintonia de Lobato com o Brasil de seu tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sintonia que, como tudo o que diz respeito a Lobato, foi apaixonada e radical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sintonia dolorosa e difícil, da qual Lobato foi ao mesmo tempo estrela e vítima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Reconheciam-no nas ruas, pediam-lhe autógrafos, entrevistavam-no a propósito de tudo, solicitavam-lhe prefácios e cartas de apresentação; mas suas entrevistas eram proibidas em jornais e rádios do Estado Novo, que não podiam sequer mencionar-lhe o nome... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lobato era amado pelas crianças, para as quais criara o sítio de Dona Benta. Com elas se correspondia, visitava-as em escolas e bibliotecas, quando submergia em carinhos e perguntas. Mas sua obra infantil foi proibida em bibliotecas, banida de escolas públicas, queimada em colégios religiosos. A marca de escritor infantil maldito foi ficando tão forte, que Lobato acabou transferindo seus títulos da Companhia Editora Nacional para a Editora Brasiliense, tanto incomodava a Octales a campanha sistemática contra os livros de seu ex-sócio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sintonia, como se disse, difícil e dolorosa. E se a glória póstuma não cala a dor vivida, pode ao menos resgatá-la, dando-lhe um sentido. Que no caso de Lobato, talvez tenha começado a delinear-se nos milhares de braços que o carregaram até o Cemitério da Consolação e, mais do que isso, nos milhares de leitores para os quais, abrindo as porteiras do Sítio do Picapau Amarelo, Lobato abria também as porteiras de uma vida mais intensa e mais humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monteiro Lobato&lt;/span&gt;; Lajolo, Marisa – Coleção Encanto Radical – Brasiliense – São Paulo, 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-5962093569788799483?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/5962093569788799483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=5962093569788799483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5962093569788799483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/5962093569788799483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/lobato.html' title='Lobato'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShWbs_MoafI/AAAAAAAABnY/tXPvf0DUw1M/s72-c/ze_brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-1667556633305814742</id><published>2009-05-20T21:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:25:42.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia de S. Martinho: comemorações e tradições</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShScpwORYgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/eMqWw3J9j9I/s1600-h/s_martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShScpwORYgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/eMqWw3J9j9I/s400/s_martin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338063699474211330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No calendário litúrgico, o dia de S. Martinho celebra-se a 11 de Novembro, data em que este Santo, falecido dois ou três dias antes em Candes, no ano de 397, foi a enterrar em Tours, França.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoje em dia, não sendo o uso do missal tão frequente, nem todos os crentes católicos se lembrarão de ver, nos dias festivos do ano, o que se diz relativamente ao dia 11 de Novembro e ao seu Santo: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;«São Martinho é o primeiro dos Santos não Mártires, o primeiro Confessor, que subiu aos altares do Ocidente (...) A sua festa era de guarda e favorecida frequentemente pelos dias de “verão de S. Martinho”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, rivalizando, na exuberância da alegria popular, com a festa de S. João.» (in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missal&lt;/span&gt; de Dom Gaspar Lefebvre )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Com efeito, S. Martinho foi, durante toda a Idade Média e até uma época recente, o santo mais popular de França. O seu túmulo, abrigado desde o séc. V por uma Basílica (sucessivamente destruída e reconstruída) em Tours, era o maior centro de peregrinação de toda a Europa Ocidental. A sua generosidade e humildade, aliadas a uma enorme fama de milagreiro fizeram dele um dos santos mais queridos da população. E ainda hoje o seu espírito de partilha é fonte de inspiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;São Martinho é santo patrono dos alfaiates, dos cavaleiros, dos pedintes, dos restauradores (hoteis, pensões, restaurantes), dos produtores de vinho e dos alcoólicos reformados, dos soldados... dos cavalos, dos gansos, e orago de uma série infindável de localidades de Beli Benastir, na Croácia, a Buenos Aires, na Argentina (fonte Catholic Community Forum) passando, evidentemente, por numerosíssimas sítios de Norte a Sul de Portugal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O facto de o seu dia coincidir com a época do ano em que se celebra o culto dos antepassados e com a altura do calendário rural em que terminam os trabalhos agrícolas e se começa a usufruir das colheitas (do vinho, dos frutos, dos animais) leva a que a festa deste Santo tenha toda uma componente de exuberância que actualmente tende a prevalecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Assim, em Portugal, o dia de S. Martinho é invocado nas cerimónias religiosas dos locais de culto, e o seu espírito de solidariedade lembrado, quanto mais não seja, através do relato do episódio em que partilhou a sua capa com um pobre; mas de resto, e por todo o lado, as pessoas andam ocupadas nas actividades mencionadas nos provérbios sobre este dia: assam-se castanhas, prova-se o vinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Acerca do assunto, escreve o conceituado etnólogo Ernesto Veiga de Oliveira (1910-1990) o seguinte: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;«O S. Martinho, como o dia de Todos os Santos, é também uma ocasião de magustos, o que parece relacioná-lo originariamente com o culto dos mortos (como as celebrações de Todos os Santos e Fiéis Defuntos). Mas ele é hoje sobretudo a festa do vinho, a data em que se inaugura o vinho novo, se atestam as pipas, celebrada em muitas partes com procissões de bêbados de licenciosidade autorizada, parodiando cortejos religiosos em versão báquica, que entram nas adegas, bebem e brincam livremente e são a glorificação das figuras destacadas da bebedice local constituída em burlescas irmandades. Por vezes uma dos homens, outra das mulheres, em alguns casos a celebração fracciona-se em dois dias: o de S. Martinho para os homens e o de Santa Bebiana para as mulheres (Beira Baixa). As pessoas dão aos festeiros. vinho e castanhas. O S. Martinho é também ocasião de matança de porco.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Festas. Passeio pelo calendário&lt;/span&gt;, Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian, 1987) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smartinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smartinho.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-1667556633305814742?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/1667556633305814742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=1667556633305814742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1667556633305814742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/1667556633305814742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-dia-de-s-martinho-comemoracoes-e.html' title='O dia de S. Martinho: comemorações e tradições'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/ShScpwORYgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/eMqWw3J9j9I/s72-c/s_martin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8909698733533675217</id><published>2009-05-19T23:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:42:38.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travestis tipo exportação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShNoYQUGHEI/AAAAAAAABD0/cVJ5CJgUoko/s1600-h/trans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShNoYQUGHEI/AAAAAAAABD0/cVJ5CJgUoko/s400/trans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337724749269572674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Em quase todas as cidades brasileiras com mais de 500.000 habitantes, pode-se encontrar, ao lado da prostituição feminina, uma ativa prostituição de travestis. O delegado Guido Fonseca, um dos responsáveis pela mais recente onda de repressão aos travestis em São Paulo, calculava que em 1976, só nessa cidade, haveria em torno de 2.000 deles trabalhando na prostituição; numa única delegacia, ele contou 243 travestis fichados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Evidentemente, a questão não é simples, em se tratando de travestis, porque a prostituição acaba se tornando um fator quase inerente ao travestismo enquanto profissão. Geralmente vindos das camadas populacionais mais pobres do país, esses rapazes não encontram muitas opções, diante da família e da sociedade, para viverem sua homossexualidade. Independentemente do folclore dos concursos tipo Miss Brasil Gay, anualmente realizados entre os travestis, é indiscutível que eles precisam se prostituir, como um preço pago à sua compulsória marginalidade social. Cria-se então um efeito de bola-de-neve, em termos de violência: os clientes correm perigo de assalto, os travestis correm perigo de agressão; há, inclusive, vários casos onde travestis são espancados por grupos de machões ou simplesmente assassinados à queima-roupa, em plena avenida. Quanto à polícia, além de cobrar "taxas de proteção", pratica extorsões mais diretas, quando das batidas nas quais os travestis são presos e gratuitamente agredidos. Aliás, em certos lugares do Brasil, é comum a polícia prender travestis apenas para que façam limpeza gratuita nas delegacias e celas. Visando garantir seu direito de estar em via pública, sem serem acusados de vadiagem (já que, no Brasil, não existe crime de prostituição), muitos travestis solicitaram e conseguiram, no final da década de 70, que a Justiça lhes fornecesse &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habeas-corpus&lt;/span&gt;; que carregavam na bolsa. Num gesto bem característico de sua impune arbitrariedade, a polícia brasileira passou a apreender esses documentos, rasgando-os, provocadoramente, diante dos próprios repórteres. Muitas vezes, os travestis revidam também violentamente, atacando a polícia e depredando delegacias ou prisões. Mas a forma clássica de revanche, entre eles, é a auto-mutilação: às vezes até coletivamente, nas celas ou delegacias, praticam cortes nos próprios pulsos, braços, pescoços e até órgãos genitais, com pedaços de gilete cuidadosamente metidos debaixo da língua; é assim que conseguem ser transferidos para hospitais, de onde podem sair mais facilmente. Esses fatos foram objeto de um curioso trabalho onde o antropólogo Luís Mott analisa como, relegados à condição de párias, os travestis brasileiros criaram um inusitado sistema de coação e defesa mediante o recurso à auto-destruição.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Para realizar prisões contra travestis, os motivos alegados pela polícia ainda são objeto de polêmica entre os juristas. Além da famosa acusação de "vadiagem", usa-se também a de "Importunação Ofensiva ao Pudor", presente na Lei das Contravenções Penais. Assim, uma portaria baixada em São Paulo, pelo então delegado de polícia da Seccional Centro, em 1976, determinava a prisão em flagrante de travestis encontrados na via pública, e solicitava que fossem fotografados em seus trajes femininos, para que "os MM. Juízes possam avaliar a sua nocividade". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tais argumentos tornam a situação ainda mais confusa, sobretudo quando esse mesmo delegado aceita que, ao contrário da prostituição masculina, a feminina é um mal necessário para "preservar a moralidade dos lares".&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Há portanto, perante a lei, uma clara diferença de tratamento determinada pela homossexualidade em questão. Na verdade os travestis são considerados vadios por um juízo moral e não legal; evidência disso é que o acima mencionado delegado se refere a eles como "pervertidos". Tal confusão de conceitos não é nova, a julgar pelas informações. Desde o século passado a polícia vem, impunemente, fichando pessoas e às vezes instaurando contra elas inquéritos "por prática de pederastia passiva"; mas não só: em 1923, cinco homens foram fichados por pederastia ativa, em São Paulo onde, no ano de 1936, o Gabinete de Investigações da Polícia fichou criminalmente 38 bichas, instaurando inquérito contra 8 delas.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Essa teimosa repressão evidentemente não resolveu problema algum. Em São Paulo, os travestis que a polícia expulsou do centro da cidade acabaram indo prostituir-se em bairros de classe-média mais ermos, no começo dos anos 80. Expondo-se semi-nus ou mesmo inteiramente nus sob suas capas, é evidente que eles despertaram a fúria dos moradores, acostumados ao recatado lar cristão. Denunciando a prática de atos sexuais em carros ou mesmo ao ar livre, esses cidadãos reagiram com faixas e abaixo-assinados que pediam a intervenção da polícia. Não satisfeitos. iniciaram a elaboração de uma lista contendo o número das chapas, cuidadosamente anotados, dos carros dos clientes que freqüentam os travestis locais; e ameaçaram publicá-la como matéria paga nos jornais, para coagir os clientes a não mais comparecerem a esses encontros amorosos. Evidenciando que se trata de um gravíssimo problema social, a situação dos travestis pode se complicar graças a fatores inusitados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShNoYFSAiRI/AAAAAAAABDs/W4Eb5816LkM/s1600-h/trans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShNoYFSAiRI/AAAAAAAABDs/W4Eb5816LkM/s400/trans1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337724746308028690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Em 1983, a cidade de São Paulo viu-se abalada pela notícia de que um grande número de travestis estava ameaçado de morte dolorosa, quando não efetivamente morrendo, em conseqüência da aplicação — nos seios, quadris e rosto — de silicone industrial tóxico, fraudulentamente vendido como silicone filtrado. Nem os médicos sabiam o que fazer para evitar que aumentasse o número de óbitos, até hoje desconhecido. Acuados dentro de um beco-sem-saída, os travestis brasileiros passaram a ver a Europa como seu grande sonho de viver uma vida tranqüila e financeiramente mais folgada. A partir do final da década de 70, grande número deles aportou em Paris, tida como o paraíso da prostituição para travestis. Lá, segundo consta, eles conseguiram fazer pequenas fortunas no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;trottoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ou, mais raramente, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; de cabaré. No auge desse inusitado movimento migratório, houve até mesmo vôos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;charter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; organizados especialmente para transportar travestis do Brasil a Paris. Calcula-se que, dos 700 travestis trabalhando na França, 500 seriam brasileiros — com enorme sucesso na praça. É verdade que eram mais bem tratados pela polícia francesa do que pela brasileira: como informa o travesti Lora, "aqui me chamam de madame, enquanto no Brasil somos tratadas como verdadeiros animais". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Na França, porém, mudou apenas o pano-de-fundo, já que os travestis brasileiros continuam fundamentalmente vivendo à margem e sujeitos a outros tipos de extorsão, na mesma espiral de violência que tem provocado até assassinatos. Trabalhando em Paris, eles devem pagar uma fortuna pelo "ponto" na praça, além da taxa de proteção cobrada pela polícia, altíssimos preços de aluguéis e pequenas fortunas para obter documentação falsificada. Acima de tudo, não passam de exóticos objetos de consumo — tanto quanto eram exóticos os primeiros índios levados para a Europa, após a descoberta do Brasil. Além disso, a Associação pela Defesa das Prostitutas francesas mobilizou-se através de passeatas, cartas à Embaixada do Brasil, entrevistas aos jornais e TVs, alegando que os travestis brasileiros as ameaçavam com uma concorrência desleal, por não pagarem impostos, na condição de estrangeiros e clandestinos. Suspeita-se que, justamente em função desse episódio, o governo francês tinha passado a exigir visto de entrada obrigatório para todos os latino-americanos que chegam à França. Além de estarem ameaçando a mão-de-obra local, os travestis brasileiros foram acusados de ter provocado o aumento do índice de criminalidade na França.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Não será provavelmente a última nem foi a primeira vez que nossos travestis aportaram na Europa. É muito curioso, a respeito, o relato divulgado, com foto ilustrativa, nas publicações do antigo Instituto de Pesquisas Sexuais, do Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, destruído pelos nazistas em Berlim, 1933. Trata-se do caso de um jovem brasileiro travestido que se apaixonou por um professor alemão, em Paris. De lá, viajaram juntos para a Alemanha, onde ficaram oficialmente noivos. Mas a dona da hospedaria desconfiou da história e denunciou a noiva. Quando o médico da polícia entrou no quarto para realizar o exame de perícia, a noiva brasileira ingeriu veneno, diante dele, e morreu. Isso aconteceu aparentemente no começo deste século. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;"A prostituição masculina em São Paulo", de Guido Fonseca, in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arquivos da Polícia Civil&lt;/span&gt;, vol. XXX, São Paulo, 2º semestre de 1977, págs. 70/71. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gilete na carne: etnografia das auto-mutilações dos travestis da Bahia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, de Luís Mott, 1981 (mimeo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Guido Fonseca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;op. cit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;., pág. 76. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Guido Fonseca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;op. cit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;., pág. 76. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Guido Fonseca, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;op. cit&lt;/span&gt;., pág. 67. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;"As estrelas caem", in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visão&lt;/span&gt;, São Paulo, 23 de agosto de 1982, pág. 46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Race d'ep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, de Guy Hocquenghem, Éditions Libres/Hallier, Paris, 1979, pág. 85. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devassos no Paraíso&lt;/span&gt;; Trevisan, João Silvério – Editora Max Limonad – São Paulo, 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustrações: Guinigui over internet &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty: A Self Portrait&lt;/span&gt; by Sylvia Ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-8909698733533675217?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8909698733533675217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8909698733533675217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8909698733533675217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8909698733533675217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/travestis-tipo-exportacao.html' title='Travestis tipo exportação'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShNoYQUGHEI/AAAAAAAABD0/cVJ5CJgUoko/s72-c/trans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7540467292953277053</id><published>2009-05-17T10:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:00:33.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De l'art et du cochon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShAXpwLLICI/AAAAAAAABDk/7mnljX-9_tY/s1600-h/delartetducochon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShAXpwLLICI/AAAAAAAABDk/7mnljX-9_tY/s400/delartetducochon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336791564507881506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Guinigui over Fred Einaudi in &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://fredeinaudi.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fredeinaudi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/38581578-7540467292953277053?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7540467292953277053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7540467292953277053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7540467292953277053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7540467292953277053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-lart-et-du-cochon.html' title='De l&apos;art et du cochon'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/ShAXpwLLICI/AAAAAAAABDk/7mnljX-9_tY/s72-c/delartetducochon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-4891713860752586307</id><published>2009-05-14T23:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:27:01.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transafetos I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzSu2fJoFI/AAAAAAAABDc/pVNn3XOJRF8/s1600-h/transafetos_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzSu2fJoFI/AAAAAAAABDc/pVNn3XOJRF8/s400/transafetos_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335871360869179474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ilustração by Guinigui over Burkhardt Jürschik – Fürstenwalde, Berlin, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-4891713860752586307?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/4891713860752586307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=4891713860752586307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/4891713860752586307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/4891713860752586307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/transafetos-i.html' title='Transafetos I'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzSu2fJoFI/AAAAAAAABDc/pVNn3XOJRF8/s72-c/transafetos_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-6016525279038463147</id><published>2009-05-14T22:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:39:14.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transafetos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzCYFrDFzI/AAAAAAAABDU/-IYxhbXkOEU/s1600-h/transafetos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzCYFrDFzI/AAAAAAAABDU/-IYxhbXkOEU/s400/transafetos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335853377622578994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IDX1274&lt;/span&gt; – Cascadia, Oregon – 2003&lt;/span&gt;&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/38581578-6016525279038463147?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6016525279038463147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6016525279038463147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6016525279038463147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6016525279038463147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/transafetos.html' title='Transafetos II'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgzCYFrDFzI/AAAAAAAABDU/-IYxhbXkOEU/s72-c/transafetos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-168902740296633812</id><published>2009-05-13T19:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:12:42.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homme (l') — Femme (la)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgtIN2bKCYI/AAAAAAAABDM/QFTZEF3YIz8/s1600-h/over_klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgtIN2bKCYI/AAAAAAAABDM/QFTZEF3YIz8/s400/over_klimt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335437586335402370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grec.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— La femme est moins portée que l'homme aux nobles actions, et beaucoup plus aux actions honteuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Euripide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, fragments; ve s. av. J.-C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— La gloire de la femme est sa beauté, celle de l'homme est sa force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Bion de Boristhène, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Fragments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, IIIe s. av. J.-C.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— J'ai trouvé un homme entre mille, mais ie n'ai pas trouvé une femme dans le même nombre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(L'Ecclésiaste. VII, 28; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e s. av. J.-C.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sanskrit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— La vie de l'homme, c'est l'ambition; la vie de la femme, c'est l'homme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Mahabharata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;XII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;; Ier s.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Allemand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— L'homme, comme l'alouette, chante en plein air; la femme, comme le rossignol, chante dans l'ombre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(J. P. Richter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Blumen, Frucht und Dornenstücke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; [1818].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anglais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— L'homme, la femme, le démon : trois degrés de comparaison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Th. Fuller, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Gnomologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; [1732].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Les hommes diffèrent entre eux comme le ciel et la terre, et les femmes comme le ciel et l'enfer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Tennyson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Melin and Vivien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; [1859).)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Français. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— La vérité parle aussi bien contre les femmes que contre les hommes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Marguerite de Navarre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Heptaméron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, IV, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;XXXVI&lt;/span&gt; [1559].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Les hommes emploient leur capacité à bien, les femmes l'emploient à mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Cardinal de Richelieu [1585-1642], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Maximes d'État&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;LXXXIII&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Les femmes sont extrêmes : elles sont meilleures ou pires que les hommes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(La Bruyère, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;les Caractères&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, «Des femmes », 53 [1688].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Les hommes font les lois, les femmes font les mœurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Comte de Guibert, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;le Connétable de Bourbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, I, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;, 384 [1775].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Il y a dans le cerveau des femmes une case de moins, et dans leur cœur une fibre de plus que chez les hommes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Chamfort [1741-1794], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Maximes et Réflexions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— La personnalité des femmes est toujours à deux, tandis que celle de l'homme n'a que lui-même pour but. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Mme de Staël, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;De l'Allemagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; [1810].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Les hommes n'aiment pas toujours ce qu'ils estiment, les femmes n'estiment que ce qu'elles aiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(J. Sanial Dubay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Pensées sur les mœurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, 580 [1813].) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kurde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— L'homme est un fleuve, la femme est un lac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Malais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;— Dieu donne à tout homme son jour de sainteté, el à toute femme son jour de diablerie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;V. SEXES&lt;/span&gt; (Inégalité des).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dictionnaire des Proverbes, Sentences et Maximes&lt;/span&gt;; Maloux, Maurice – Larousse – Paris, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Guinigui over Klimt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-168902740296633812?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/168902740296633812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=168902740296633812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/168902740296633812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/168902740296633812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/homme-l-femme-la.html' title='Homme (l&apos;) — Femme (la)'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgtIN2bKCYI/AAAAAAAABDM/QFTZEF3YIz8/s72-c/over_klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7655501017312727900</id><published>2009-05-11T07:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:02:43.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como diz Denis Milhau¹</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SggFNyiyUXI/AAAAAAAABnA/fnahUyiuB3Q/s1600-h/cine_ideo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SggFNyiyUXI/AAAAAAAABnA/fnahUyiuB3Q/s400/cine_ideo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334519493084467570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;«Se os homens elaboraram e praticaram durante tanto tempo, conscientemente ou não, esta produção particular que é a arte, de que a ciência nos dará os caracteres relativos, ideológicos, históricos e mesmo efémeros, é porque a beatitude diante do real os deixava insatisfeitos: era preciso apropriá-lo por todos os meios; através do conhecimento, mas também por outros meios. E estes são também para conhecer para com eles melhor agir e para produzir novos.» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Há, pois, toda a razão para desconfiar, tanto no cinema como em relação às outras artes, da ideia que pretende que a noção de arte é uma noção burguesa, com o pretexto de que a burguesia se serve da arte de uma maneira mistificadora, para fazer passar às escondidas os seus temas ideológicos e para nos desviar do conhecimento das relações reais. Mesmo neste caso, é necessário não confundir a utilização que a ideologia dominante faz de uma realidade e a imagem que dela dá com a própria realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se estas obras de arte exercem um efeito ideológico reaccionário ou mistificador, pode-se apreciá-las esteticamente sem por isso se ser necessàriamente a vítima da sua mistificação ideológica (é precisamente uma questão de cultura e de informação). Apesar desta mistificação só poder agir por intermédio deste prazer estético, esta não é necessàriamente transportada por ele. A instância ideológica e a instância estética não se confundem, e se a mesma ideologia se manifesta através de outra forma que a forma estética, as suas características ideológicas permanecerão, mas não as suas características estéticas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do mesmo modo, se a burguesia procura promover uma concepção eterna da arte, separada da realidade e não determinada por ela, isto não implica que seja realmente assim. É igualmente uma questão de cultura e de informação poder gostar esteticamente de uma obra (segundo o prazer estético que proporciona), tendo ao mesmo tempo conhecimento da relação necessária que estabelece com a realidade e das determinações reais de que é índice e reflexo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E se se pode dizer que a arte e a ideologia, assim como a arte e o conhecimento, não se confundem, é preciso igualmente dizer que a arte participa necessàriamente do conhecimento e da ideologia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não podemos, pois, seguir aqueles que associam mecânicamente a arte às noções de evasão, de divertimento, de mistificação, de ilusão,etc., mas consideramos, pelo contrário, que o combate por uma arte desalienada e um prazer estético com conhecimento de causa, presentemente e para sempre, integra-se no mesmo combate político pela democracia e pelo socialismo, no combate ideológico geral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Também no campo do cinema devemos travar este combate; pela mesma razão que nos devemos esforçar por contribuir para o conhecimento científico da arte contribuindo para o conhecimento do cinema, enquanto parte integrante da arte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(¹) Na página «Spéciales Idées» de l'Humanité, de 13 de Junho de 1969. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema e ideologia&lt;/span&gt;; Lebel, Jean-Patrick – Editorial Estampa – Lisboa, 1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Guinigui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-7655501017312727900?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7655501017312727900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7655501017312727900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7655501017312727900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7655501017312727900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-diz-denis-milhau.html' title='Como diz Denis Milhau¹'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SggFNyiyUXI/AAAAAAAABnA/fnahUyiuB3Q/s72-c/cine_ideo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-2228080744782987528</id><published>2009-05-10T23:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:23:52.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Romance Eletrônico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgeHjenIXTI/AAAAAAAABDE/pd5ic7OoWpg/s1600-h/before_problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgeHjenIXTI/AAAAAAAABDE/pd5ic7OoWpg/s400/before_problems.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334381327226002738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guia-Mapa de Gabriel Arcanjo&lt;/span&gt;, de Nelida Piñon, é a primeira tentativa — involuntária, inconsciente, rudimentar — que conheço em língua portuguesa do romance não-figurativo, primeiro passo para o romance eletrônico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É, nem podia deixar de ser, uma tentativa frustrada. Claro está que essa frustração não decorre de uma coisa que a romancista não quis fazer e provavelmente desconhece. Permanecendo na área do automatismo verbal, ficou também dentro das limitações do pensamento conceitual, dentro das limitações dos campos associativos, dos sintagmas monovalentes e monossimbólicos. Todos os seus signos são signos motivados, são onomatoremas convencionais. É uma linguagem que se mantém simbólica, sem nenhuma inovação na semântica diacrônica. A contradição que aí parece haver deriva da confusão quase geral entre símbolo e sintema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O que não impede que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guia-Mapa&lt;/span&gt; seja uma experiência fascinante e que precisa ser valorizada, numa literatura que quase ainda não se desvinculou do anedótico e do regionalismo utilitarista. O livro é ilógico, desconexo e gratuito, mas são justamente essas as suas qualidades; os defeitos estão nos momentos em que a autora cai no discursivo, no "poético", no tema: aí se evidenciam os lugares-comuns e os recursos banais de sofisticação. Se Nelida Piñon tivesse ido até as últimas conseqüências, teria provavelmente escrito uma obra-prima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entre nós tem havido algumas boas experiências não-figurativas na prosa e na poesia, feitas pelo grupo concretista. São experiências ainda demasiado presas ao pragmatismo e à lógica. Na poesia, continuam marcando passo na apresentação de objetos conceituais, quase aforísticos. A grande dificuldade que se depara aos inovadores é que têm de reagir contra as velhas fórmulas e nessa reação automaticamente aceitam os termos de uma opção artificial. Chegam por isso a simples antifórmulas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Há, no Brasil e no mundo, um pequeno grupo buscando criar os seus próprios cânones. Mas a criação de novos cânones pressupõe o profundo conhecimento dos velhos e pressupõe o gênio. Arma-se o impasse: ver o gênio em termos de rebelião é condicioná-lo a um dualismo incompatível com a sua condição carismática. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pode-se escrever poesia e prosa sem palavras, sem que a obra deixe de ser criação literária, sem que perca as suas virtualidades comunicativas? Em primeiro lugar, e antes de responder, é preciso definir a palavra. Se aceitarmos a definição convencional ou uma antidefinição, estaremos fazendo o jogo dos velhos cânones. Se entendermos compreensão e comunicação como acidentes da expressão e da leitura, então a palavra é um elemento irreversivelmente petrificado. (Mas sabemos que até as pedras evoluem). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A música eletrônica respondeu que é possível escrever música sem notas, sem acordes, sem pautas, sem claves, sem instrumentos, sem harmonia e sem melodia. E música atuante, profunda, que chega aos nervos e à alma com violência, com doçura. Como sempre, a Música está à frente das outras artes, arquétipo e última Thule.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Falei há pouco em experiências na prosa. Não incluo nelas a obra dos dois maiores escritores brasileiros contemporâneos (e por certo dos maiores de toda a nossa história literária): Dalton Trevisan e Guimarães Rosa. Enquanto Guimarães Rosa, acicatado pela sua inteligência analítica e pelo seu gênio verbal, caminha para uma mundificação ultravocabular, de aglutinações estritamente unissignificantes (sem prejuízo das conotações), Dalton Trevisan retroage à mundificação pré-vocabular, onde a palavra é ela mesma e seu drama. Nem um nem outro, a rigor, fazem experiências. Descobriram seu próprio caminho e realizaram-se nele. Seguem paralelas inversas — portanto, paralelas apenas em segmentos. Podem encontrar-se, mas só num espaço não-aristotélico como o proposto por Van Vogt: um espaço sem conceito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reconheço que o leitor alheio à revolução eletrônica na Estética se sentirá perplexo, se me acompanhou até aqui. Não menos ficaria se lhe dissessem que hoje é tecnicamente possível executar um concerto ou interpretar uma ópera sem instrumentos e sem vozes humanas, apenas com um feixe de luz ou se o convidassem a ver as coisas de em torno — tão familiares à luz convencional — à luz estroboscópica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A arte não-figurativa como a conhecemos agora é apenas um antifórmula da arte clássica. Só muito lentamente poderemos evoluir para o novo absoluto. Sentamo-nos com a maior confiança em uma cadeira de três pés, de dois pés e até de um pé; todavia, embora a indústria já esteja em condições de produzir cadeiras sem pés e sem assentos (campos de sustentação), ainda não existem condições psicológicas para o seu lançamento no mercado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pouco a pouco, no entanto, vamos aceitando idéias perigosas. Os poetas e os artistas, em seus momentos de gênio, abalam as primeiras resistências. E um dia, sem sentir a transição, compreendemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Isso que Nelida Piñon tentou no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guia-Mapa&lt;/span&gt; está em Sousândrade, o genial poeta maranhense: em parte no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guesa Errante&lt;/span&gt;, mas sobretudo no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Novo Éden&lt;/span&gt;, poema da loucura, praticamente ininteligível. (Talvez o Moosbrugger de Musil o entendesse com a maior clareza.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Na literatura francesa, Antonin Artaud aproximou-se ainda mais. O movimento dadaísta percebeu vagamente as implicações da nova verdade verbal — a verdade como variável. O romance neogótico, vinculado embora ao pragmatismo e às exigências do leitor de agora, vem tentando passos ainda mais audazes. Com escasso êxito, porque sem assunto não há leitores nem editores. E sem palavras a impressão encarece terrivelmente... Bester fez tentativas que ficaram inclusive, aquém do concretismo. Drode permanece no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nouveau roman&lt;/span&gt;. Sturgeon, a despeito da psiótica, é ainda &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gestaltpsychologie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Resta, naturalmente, Joyce. Ou, na poesia, Ezra Pound. Mas Joyce é excessivamente figurativo e Pound excessivamente tradicionalista. Para Joyce há uma chave, como nos logogrifos, depois do que tudo se resolve numa fabulação linear e numa dição discursiva&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O mal de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finnegans Wake&lt;/span&gt;, por exemplo, é que ele é um labirinto, com a lógica minuciosa dos labirintos. (Devia ser como em Simak: quando Jenkins abre uma porta, ela dá para outro universo, e não para outro aposento.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guia-Mapa de Gabriel Arcanjo&lt;/span&gt; é pouco mais do que uma série de hipálages justapostas. Suas melhores soluções (e algumas são realmente boas) não se afastam do campo sintático. O leitor inconscientemente reata os cordéis e tudo volta a funcionar como nos romances convencionais. E Nelida Piñon fica sendo uma Clarice Lispector imatura, cujos pedacinhos tivessem sido misturados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tudo depende, é claro, do que ela fizer depois. Outros já exploraram o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stream of consciousness&lt;/span&gt;, o automatismo, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediacy&lt;/span&gt;. Numerosas soluções foram propostas há mais de cinqüenta anos pelo Simbolismo, na prosa e no verso. Gertrud Stein já disse que uma rosa é uma rosa é uma rosa, Guimarães Rosa desvendou o reino onde as palavras crescem como plantas, se associam e dissociam infinitamente, Também Lewis Carroll, com sua travessia do espelho, que para Lewis Padgett é "pura lógica simbólica, magnificamente organizada a partir de dados arbitrários". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Estamos vendo o mundo de hoje com olhos velhos, estamos fazendo uma literatura voltada para o passado, alimentando a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weltanschauung&lt;/span&gt; de um universo que não existe mais ou que pelo menos é demasiado estreito para conter a nossa realidade. Só os realizados, microfones da tradição, se assustam com o novo. Mas nenhum novo pode ser construido com as escórias ou as ruínas do velho. Como no poema de José Laurênio de Melo, é preciso dizer tudo "como se hoje fosse o primeiro dia da criação". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Seria uma pena que o livro de Nelida Piñon fosse uma aventura sem conseqüências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Um ano depois escrevia Stephen Spender em The Listener ("Imagists and Realists", 18-10-1962): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Joyce invented a method for turning all experienced history and geography into an unending stream of inner consciousness expressed in idiomatic language. He had a method, but he did not really have a form"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. (O grifo é meu.) Conclui que melhor seria dizer que ele tem uma forma: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unendingness&lt;/span&gt;. Pergunto: uma real &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unendingness&lt;/span&gt; ou uma garrafa de Klein, uma fita de Moebius, a porta entrada-e-saída do labirinto? Em qualquer caso, é sempre um método fechado em si mesmo utilizando uma forma contemporânea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situações da Ficção Brasileira&lt;/span&gt;, Cunha, Fausto – Paz e Terra – Rio de Janeiro, 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagem in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://adaweb.walkerart.org/project/selbo/come.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://adaweb.walkerart.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/38581578-2228080744782987528?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2228080744782987528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2228080744782987528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2228080744782987528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2228080744782987528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-romance-eletronico.html' title='O Romance Eletrônico'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgeHjenIXTI/AAAAAAAABDE/pd5ic7OoWpg/s72-c/before_problems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-6318990094983197344</id><published>2009-05-10T20:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:23:04.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comida: Omelete de amoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgdgOwFd3fI/AAAAAAAABm4/C1oKwgJaR30/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgdgOwFd3fI/AAAAAAAABm4/C1oKwgJaR30/s400/forest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334338090185907698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu costumo contar esta antiga história àqueles que gostariam de fazer uma experiência com figos ou com vinho de Falerno, com uma sopa de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;borscht&lt;/span&gt; ou com um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pranzo caprese&lt;/span&gt;. Era uma vez um rei, que se dizia todo-poderoso e dono de todos os tesouros da Terra, mas que, mesmo assim, não era feliz e ficava cada vez mais triste, de ano para ano. Um dia mandou chamar seu cozinheiro e lhe disse: "Tens me servido fielmente todo esse tempo, e coberto minha mesa com as mais apetitosas iguarias e, por isso, te tenho apreço. Mas agora desejo uma última prova de tua arte. Prepara-me a omelete de amoras, tal como a que saboreei há cinqüenta anos, em minha tenra mocidade. Naquela ocasião, meu pai estava em guerra contra seu terrível inimigo do Leste. Este venceu, e nós precisamos fugir. E, assim, fugimos dia e noite, meu pai e eu, até chegarmos a uma floresta sombria. Nós erramos por ela, e estávamos prestes a sucumbir de fome e cansaço quando, finalmente, nos depararmos com uma cabana. Lá morava uma velhinha, que amavelmente nos convidou para descansar, pondo-se a preparar alguma coisa no fogão. Pouco tempo depois, lá estava a omelete de amoras diante de nós. Porém, mal tinha eu levado à boca o primeiro pedaço e já me senti maravilhosamente reconfortado, e com renovada esperança no coração. Naquela ocasião, eu ainda era muito jovem, e por muito tempo não pensei mais nos benefícios daquela iguaria deliciosa. Mais tarde, porém, quando mandei procurá-la por todo o reino, não se encontrou nem a velha nem ninguém que soubesse preparar a omelete de amoras. Se atenderes a este meu último desejo, farei de ti meu genro e herdeiro do reino. Se, porém, não me satisfizeres, deverás morrer." E o cozinheiro respondeu: "Senhor, chamai imediatamente o carrasco. Pois mesmo conhecendo o segredo da omelete de amoras e todos os seus ingredientes, do simples agrião ao nobre tomilho; mesmo sabendo qual o verso que se deve dizer ao mexer a panela, e de que modo o molinilho de madeira de buxo deve ser girado, sempre para a direita, para que afinal não ponha a perder todo o nosso esforço — mesmo assim, Ó Majestade, terei de morrer. Pois, não obstante, minha omelete não agradará ao Vosso paladar. Pois como poderia eu temperá-la com tudo aquilo que Vós saboreastes naquela ocasião: o perigo da batalha e a cautela do perseguido, o calor do fogo e o aconchego do repouso, o presente desconhecido e o negro futuro." Assim falou o cozinheiro. O rei, porém, silenciou por um instante e, ao que consta, pouco depois desobrigou-o de seus serviços, regiamente carregado de presentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1930&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essen: Maulbeer-Omelette&lt;/span&gt;; Benjamin, Walter in G. S., IV, pp. 380-81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-6318990094983197344?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6318990094983197344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6318990094983197344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6318990094983197344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6318990094983197344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/comida-omelete-de-amora.html' title='Comida: Omelete de amoras'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgdgOwFd3fI/AAAAAAAABm4/C1oKwgJaR30/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-8512116076694594158</id><published>2009-05-09T21:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:58:18.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Evolução dos Idiotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgYlugSTn0I/AAAAAAAABC8/GDjdGRJuDKM/s1600-h/100_cans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgYlugSTn0I/AAAAAAAABC8/GDjdGRJuDKM/s400/100_cans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333992289537859394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os cientistas acreditam que os humanos são o grande resultado de bilhões de anos de evolução. Não posso explicar toda a teoria da evolução aqui, mas ela pode ser resumida assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Teoria da Evolução (Resumo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Primeiro existiam algumas amebas. Amebas dissidentes se adaptaram melhor ao ambiente, tomando-se assim macacos. E aí veio a Gestão da Qualidade Total. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Estou deixando de lado alguns detalhes, mas a teoria em si também tem alguns furos que é melhor não questionar. De qualquer forma, levamos muitos anos para chegar a este nível sublime de evolução. Não havia nada de mais neste ritmo descansado porque não tínhamos muito o que fazer, exceto sentar e esperar não ser comido por porcos selvagens. E então alguém caiu em cima de um galho pontudo e estava inventada a lança. Foi aí que começou a confusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu não estava lá, mas aposto que alguém disse que a lança jamais substituiria as unhas como a melhor ferramenta numa briga. O pessoal do contra xingou os usuários das lanças chamando-os de "moog" e "blinth". (Isto foi antes de existir a marinha mercante, portanto ainda não se sabia xingar muito bem.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas não se falava em "diversidade" naquela época, e acho que o pessoal do "Diga Não às Lanças" acabou sendo mais "objetivo", se é que você está me acompanhando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A vantagem da lança é que quase todo mundo era capaz de entendê-la. Tinha uma característica básica: a ponta afiada. Nossos cérebros estavam perfeitamente equipados para este nível de complexidade. E não só os cérebros dos intelectuais — o homem comum também podia entender o que era uma lança. A vida era boa, salvo algumas pragas ocasionais e o fato de que a expectativa média de vida era de sete anos ... e que depois dos quatro você já estava rezando para morrer. Mas quase todo mundo se queixava de como as lanças eram confusas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De repente (em termos evolucionários), um dissidente chegou e construiu uma prensa tipográfica. Depois disso foi uma ladeira escorregadia. Duas piscadas mais tarde e estávamos trocando as baterias dos nossos laptops enquanto cruzávamos os céus em objetos metálicos brilhantes onde nos serviam amendoins e refrigerantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Culpo o sexo e os jornais pela maioria dos nossos problemas hoje em dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Esta é a minha lógica: só uma pessoa, entre um milhão de outras, é inteligente o bastante para inventar a imprensa. Portanto, quando a sociedade era formada apenas de algumas centenas de pessoas parecidas com macacos morando em cavernas, as chances de uma delas se tomar um gênio eram muito poucas. Mas as pessoas estavam sempre fazendo sexo, e a cada novo débil mental que vinha ao mundo, cresciam as chances de um dissidente sabichão escorregar da rede genética. Quando se tem vários milhões de pessoas correndo por aí e fazendo sexo sem nenhum planejamento, são muitas as chances de que alguma mamãe macaca grávida se agache no meio do mato e coloque para fora um dissidente inventor-de-prensa-tipográfica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Com as prensas, nosso destino estava traçado. Porque, então, todas as vezes que um novo dissidente esperto tinha uma idéia, ela era anotada e compartilhada com os outros. Todas as boas idéias podiam ser aprimoradas. A civilização explodiu. Nascia a tecnologia. A complexidade da vida cresceu geometricamente. Tudo ficou maior e melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Exceto os nossos cérebros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Toda a tecnologia que nos cerca, todas as teorias de gerenciamento, os modelos econômicos que prevêem e orientam o nosso comportamento, a ciência que nos ajuda a viver até os oitenta anos - tudo isso é criado por uma porcentagem minúscula de dissidentes espertos. O resto procura se manter à tona da melhor maneira possível. O mundo é complexo demais para nós. A evolução não acompanhou isso. Graças à prensa tipográfica, as pessoas espertas dissidentes conseguiram capturar seus gênios e comunicá-los sem ter que transmiti-los geneticamente. A evolução entrou em curto-circuito. Alcançamos o conhecimento e a tecnologia antes da inteligência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somos um planeta com aproximadamente seis bilhões de bobos vivendo numa civilização que foi projetada por uns poucos milhares de dissidentes interessantemente inteligentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Exemplo Real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Kodak introduziu no mercado uma câmera descartável chamada Weekender (a máquina dos finais de semana). Clientes ligaram para o serviço de apoio para perguntar se ela podia ser usada durante a semana também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tenho certeza de que existem outras explicações plausíveis para as atividades dentro das empresas serem tão absurdas, mas não consigo encontrar nenhuma. Se conseguir, escreverei um outro livro. Prometo que continuarei procurando uma resposta até acabar o seu dinheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Princípio Dilbert&lt;/span&gt;; Adams, Scott – Ediouro – Rio de Janeiro, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ilustração: Andy Warhol – &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 Cans&lt;/span&gt; – Oil on canvas, 72 x 52", 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-8512116076694594158?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/8512116076694594158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=8512116076694594158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8512116076694594158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/8512116076694594158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/evolucao-dos-idiotas.html' title='A Evolução dos Idiotas'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgYlugSTn0I/AAAAAAAABC8/GDjdGRJuDKM/s72-c/100_cans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3323185130352694168</id><published>2009-05-09T16:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:23:41.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgXWzi6YdbI/AAAAAAAABmw/Uxir85gDZos/s1600-h/presse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgXWzi6YdbI/AAAAAAAABmw/Uxir85gDZos/s400/presse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333905514723571122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A imprensa subjugada sob o Consulado e o Império (1800-1814) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Napoleão tinha uma consciência muito clara da importância da imprensa. Lia-a regularmente, repreendia constantemente os censores, inspirava artigos. A menor crítica deixava-o furioso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" ... Reprima um pouco mais os jornais; faça-os publicar bons artigos. Faça os redatores do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal des Débats&lt;/span&gt; e do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Publiciste&lt;/span&gt; compreenderem que já está próxima a hora em que, percebendo que já não me são úteis, eu os suprimirei com todos os outros, mantendo apenas um [...] O tempo da Revolução acabou, já não há em França senão um partido, e jamais permitirei que os jornais digam ou façam algo contra os meus interesses." (carta a Fouché, abril de 1805) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Napoleão calou os opositores e empenhou-se em utilizar o poder dos jornais a serviço de sua propaganda na França e no exterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Sempre que houver uma notícia desagradável ao governo, ela não deverá ser publicada até que todos estejam tão certos da verdade que se torne desnecessário dizê-la, já que todos a conhecem." (A Fiévée, junho de 1805) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A eficácia dessa propaganda era tão grande que Metternich escreveu em junho de 1808: "Para Napoleão as gazetas equivalem a um exército de 300 mil homens, que não vigiaria melhor o interior e assustaria menos o exterior do que meia dúzia de foliculários a seu serviço." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Moniteur&lt;/span&gt; foi a peça mestra do seu sistema de propaganda. Jornal oficial desde dezembro de 1799, ele continha uma parte não-oficial composta de artigos de variedades, informações gerais e notícias diversas. "Fiz do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moniteur&lt;/span&gt; a alma e a força do meu governo, assim como meu intermediário junto à opinião pública tanto de dentro como de fora ... Era a palavra de ordem para os partidários do governo." (declaração em Santa Helena) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O controle da imprensa tornava-se cada vez mais severo. A criação do diploma de tipógrafo e de livreiro forneceu ao poder novos meios de controle da imprensa. Em 1805 os censores foram integrados à redação dos jornais. O &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal des Débats&lt;/span&gt; permaneceu realista. Bertin, o primogênito, foi exilado em 1801 e em 1805 seu jornal, confiscado, recebeu o nome de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal de l'Empire&lt;/span&gt;. Em 1811, apenas quatro jornais continuavam a ser publicados em Paris: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Moniteur&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal de Paris&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Journal de l'Empire&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gazette de France&lt;/span&gt;; a propriedade deles foi inteiramente confiscada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Na província, após a hecatombe de janeiro de 1800, ainda subsistiam 170 folhas em 1807: daí em diante, foi-lhes imposto que só tratassem de política através de extratos do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moniteur&lt;/span&gt;. A partir de agosto de 1810, só se permitiu a existência de uma única folha por departamento. Curiosamente, esse decreto provocou em certos departamentos pobres a criação de um jornal. A obrigação de publicar doravante os anúncios de certos autos do processo civil foi uma nova fonte de rendas para esses jornais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;História da Imprensa&lt;/span&gt;; Albert, P. e Terrou, F. – Martins Fontes – São Paulo, 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-3323185130352694168?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3323185130352694168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3323185130352694168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3323185130352694168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3323185130352694168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/presse.html' title='Presse'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgXWzi6YdbI/AAAAAAAABmw/Uxir85gDZos/s72-c/presse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3740308172134763258</id><published>2009-05-09T09:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:56:51.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Modéstia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgVyUcvK-mI/AAAAAAAABCs/vsqGuLLmx2s/s1600-h/granato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgVyUcvK-mI/AAAAAAAABCs/vsqGuLLmx2s/s400/granato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333795029327215202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem fez da modéstia uma virtude esperava que todos passassem a falar de si próprios como se fossem idiotas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O que é a modéstia senão uma humildade hipócrita, através da qual um homem pede perdão por ter as qualidades e os méritos que os outros não têm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O filósofo do pessimismo, Arthur Schopenhauer, nasceu na Polônia (1788 - 1860). Inimigo intelectual e pessoal de Hegel. Sua observação atenta do comportamento humano foi precurssora da psicanálise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www2.tvcultura.com.br/provocacoes/poesia.asp?poesiaid=581"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.tvcultura.com.br/provocacoes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração – Ivald Granato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/38581578-3740308172134763258?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3740308172134763258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3740308172134763258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3740308172134763258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3740308172134763258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/modestia.html' title='Modéstia'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgVyUcvK-mI/AAAAAAAABCs/vsqGuLLmx2s/s72-c/granato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-6216696245847168704</id><published>2009-05-08T20:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:07:40.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundação de Jacareí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os primeiros povoadores brancos e mamelucos do Vale do Paraíba paulista saíram diretamente de São Paulo. Vinham através de Mogi das Cruzes até a aldeia da Freguesia da Escada onde iam de canoa até a região de Jacareí, de onde seguiam em demanda ao sertão, a cavalo ou a pé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sérgio Buarque de Hollanda informa que uma das razões da fundação de Jacareí, (Conceição do Paraíba), estava na dificuldade dos habitantes das roças, no entorno da região, de alcançarem Mogi das Cruzes, onde levavam as mulheres e filhos para os serviços religiosos. Era tão montanhoso e inóspito o caminho entre Mogi e Jacareí que era chamado, desde os primeiros povoadores, de os "sete pecados mortais". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Em 1652, inicia-se a povoação de Nossa Senhora da Conceição de Jacareí por iniciativa de Antonio Afonso e seus filhos e agregados, tendo sido elevada a Vila em 22 de novembro de 1653. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cópia do documento da "Criação da Villa de Jacareí".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Manoel Joaquim de Santana, Secretário da Câmara desta Villa de Jacarehy, na forma de Ley, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certifico que revendo o Livro Foral da Criação desta Villa, nelle a folhas huma se acha escripto e lançado o Termo do Theor seguinte —  Aos vinte e hum dias do mês de Novembro de mil seiscentos e cincoenta e treis annos, em cazas do Capitão Diogo de Fontes, todos juntos os moradores de Paraiba aparecerão com o dito Capitão Diogo de Fontes, diante do Capitão mor Bento Ferrão Castello Branco, que prezente estava, e por elle foi dito e requerido ao dito senhor que sua Merce lhe mandasse fazer huma Villa, e levantar Pelourinhos em nome de sua Magestade, pois erão bastantes para o poder fazer, visto serem pobres e suas mulheres e filhos não poderem acudir à Villa de Mogy-Mirim, por ser o caminho muito longe e não terem passagem para poderem levar suas mulheres e filhos a ouvirem Missa juntamente por caresserem seus filhos de Agoa de Batismo, e que da parte de Sua Magestade, lhe requerião, o que visto pelo dito senhor seus requerimentos serem justos, lhe respondeo que se o Cittio fosse capás e sufficiente para se poder fazer Villa e levantar Pelourinho o faria, e de como assim requererão fis este termo que todos assignarão com o dito senhor, e eu Jorge de Souza Pereira, Tabelião do Publico Judicial e Nottas da Villa de Santa Anna das Cruzes de Mogy-Mirim, o escrevy por mandado do dito senhor Bento Ferrão Castelo Branco — Antonio Agostin — Domingos Afonço — Diogo de Fontes — Balthazar Nunes Dias — Jeronimo Pais — Luis Cabral de Tavora — Miguel Nunes Bicudo — Pascoal Donhate — Lourenço Luiz — Jacinto Pimentel — Lucas Fernandes Pinto — Manoel Preto — Domingos dos Reis — Salvador Correa Moreira — Manoel de Chaves Pereira — Ceriaco da Costa — Gaspar Gomes da Costa — Antonio de Alvarenga — Gaspar da Costa — Custodio de Chaves — Manoel Fernandes Agostin Domingos Correa Nunes — Luiz de Moura — Francisco Maciel — Jorge Gomes — Paulo da Costa — Manoel Rodrigues de Alvarenga — Antonio Gois — Antonio Velho Collaço — Henrique da Cunha — Izidro Colaço Villela — Domingos Lourenço Botelho — Gaspar Garcia — Manoel Collaço — João Ramalho, e logo pelo dito capitão mor em os vinte e dois dias do mês de novembro do dito ano, se pos a caminho com os ditos moradores e veio ver o Cittio e paragem que os tais pedirão se levantasse a dita Villa na forma atraz nomeada, e foi achado pelo dito Capitão mor ser o Cittio capás e ter largueza de terras para que a dita povoação fosse por diante em crescimento e aumento da Real Coroa de sua Magestade que Deos Guarde, e no cittio e paragem desta capitania, que hé do Marquez de Moçanto, Proprietário della, acrescentando-lhe suas redizimas, e visto isto pelo dito Capitão mor, requereo ao Capitão Diogo de Fontes, diante de todos que ali estavão e em nome delles e serviço de Deos e de sua Magestade, que se requeria nas mais Villas e o dito que se devia aos Donatarios, senhor delas, ao que o dito Capitão Diogo de Fontes, que com as mais gentes presentes se obrigavão a goardar inteiramente, o que tudo lhe foi proposto pelo dito Capitão Mor nesta conformidade: attentando em conceção destes moradores, foi levantado Pelourinho da dita Villa intitulada nossa senhora da Conceição da Paraiba, fincando a primeira pedra em nome de sua Magestade, de que tudo dou minha fé, estando prezente eu Jorge de Souza Pereira, Tabelião do Publico Judicial e Notas da Vila de Mogi-Mirim, que o escrevy, e por mandado do dito Capitão mor fui chamado para o tal cazo, que elle assignou comigo escrivão em os vinte e quatro dias de Novembro de mil seiscentos e cincoenta e tres — Bento Ferrão Castelo Branco — Jorge de Souza Pereira. E logo vindo o dito Capitão mor desta Capitania dito Bento Ferrão Castelo Branco de donde alevantou a Villa de Nossa Senhora da Conceição da Paraiba em pouzada de Antonio Agostin, onde todos se achavão prezentes ali morando, elle Capitão mor a elleição na conformidade que sua Magestade ordena, para que na dita Villa se Selebrassem Justiça de Sua Magestade, e ahi procederão a elleição de Juiz Ordinário, Vereadores e Procurador da Camara, que prestarão juramento e prometerão obdiencia ao Marques de Cascais, Donatario, e ao Alcaide mor desta Capitania de São Vicente, o qual lhes declarou os limites desta Villa, mandado meter marco da banda de São Francisco das Chagas de Taubaté, na ponta do Capão Groço, e pelo Rio abaixo athé Guacatuba, e da banda da Villa de Santa Anna das Cruzes de Mogi-mirim, no porto Velho aonde chamão as laranjeiras, correndo pelo Rio abaixo na mesma conformidade, rumo direito com o rumo rio acima, e para a banda do Certão quatro legoas, e tudo lhe foi proposto pelo dito Capitão mor desta Capitania em prezença de mim Tabelião, que dou minha fé, ficando este assento na Camara desta Villa de Nossa Senhora da Conceição da Paraiba, de que fis este termo que o dito Capitão mor e eu Jorge de Souza Pereira, Tabelião do Publico Judicial e Notas da Villa de Santa Anna das Cruzes de Mogi-Mirim, o escrevy por mandado do dito Capitão mor, Bento Ferrão Castello Branco". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgTHlbMbWbI/AAAAAAAABmo/spNCMkQMMu4/s1600-h/matriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgTHlbMbWbI/AAAAAAAABmo/spNCMkQMMu4/s400/matriz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333607304482478514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Jardim do Largo da Matriz em reforma, no ano de 1939, quando foi demolido este artístico coreto. Foto do Sr. Odilon de Siqueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;De acordo com Eugênio Egas, a denominação Jacaré-ig (Rio de Jacarés), transformava-se mais tarde, pelo uso popular, em Jacareí. Em 1653, a povoação foi elevada a Vila e, pela lei nº 17 de 3 de abril de 1849, tornou-se cidade. Na época de sua criação a extensão de Jacareí era de 6 a 7 léguas de comprimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A vila de Nossa Senhora da Conceição da Parahyba, Jacareí, já possuia, em 1695, algumas casas cobertas de telha. Seu núcleo inicial parece ter sido o local da igreja do Avareí, porém seu arredor era muito alagadiço, o que fez com que um novo núcleo passasse a se desenvolver no local do largo da matriz. As terras dadas à D. Diogo de Faro e Souza, que começaram a ser povoadas em 1652, foram-se transformar, a partir do início do século XIX, na cidade de Jacareí com suas estreitas e tortuosas ruas nascendo do largo da matriz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossa Senhora da Conceição de Jacarehy&lt;/span&gt;; Pesquisa e texto: Prof. Ivonne Tessin Weis e Prof. Benedito Vianna dos Santos – Edição: Indústrias de Papel Simão S. A. (Assessoria de Relações Públicas) – s.l., 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-6216696245847168704?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/6216696245847168704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=6216696245847168704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6216696245847168704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/6216696245847168704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/fundacao-de-jacarei.html' title='Fundação de Jacareí'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/SgTHlbMbWbI/AAAAAAAABmo/spNCMkQMMu4/s72-c/matriz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-5603711330784286003</id><published>2009-05-07T18:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:09:14.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Diabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A carta do Diabo nos mostra um sátiro — criatura metade homem, metade bode — dançando ao som da gaita que está segurando com a mão esquerda. Na mão direita, segura dois fios, amarrados ao pescoço de duas pessoas de tamanho menor.  Essas pessoas — um homem e uma mulher — também têm chifres como os do sátiro e, embora tenham as mãos e os pés livres para dançar, estão presos às cadeias do medo e do fascínio pela música. A cena tem lugar dentro de uma gruta escura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Na mitologia, o bode está associado à libertinagem, sendo considerado um animal lascivo e indecente. Mas, ele também é o bode expiatório, sobre o qual as outras pessoas projetam o próprio interior — muitas vezes imoral e indecente — para poderem se sentir limpas e decentes. Assim, Pã, o Diabo, é o bode expiatório, que leva a culpa por todas os problemas de nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgNMfh0UY8I/AAAAAAAABCc/lRDHWMueb0w/s1600-h/o_diabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgNMfh0UY8I/AAAAAAAABCc/lRDHWMueb0w/s400/o_diabo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333190488274265026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A caverna escura e sem saída indica que Pã habita o ponto mais inatingível do inconsciente. Apenas e tão somente uma grande crise pode derrubar ao paredes desse aposento.  As figuras que dançam, na realidade, são livres se o desejarem; pois  as mãos estão soltas para retirar as correntes a qualquer momento. A servidão ao Diabo é uma questão que o consciente pode libertar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E agora nos encontramos com Pã, a quem os gregos adoravam e chamavam de o Grande Todo, deus dos pastores e dos rebanhos. Segundo a mitologia, Pã era filho de Hermes e da ninfa Dríope. Dizem que era tão feio ao nascer — o corpo inteiramente recoberto de pêlos, metade humano, metade bode, chifres na testa, barba e cauda — que a mãe, em desespero e medo, fugiu para bem longe. Hermes o levou para o Olimpo para o divertimento dos deuses. Pã freqüentava os pastos e os bosques da Arcádia e era a personificação da fertilidade e do espírito fálico e selvagem da natureza indomada. Entretanto, ocasionalmente era gentil com os homens, cuidando dos rebanhos e das colméias. Tomava parte nos festejos das ninfas dos montes e auxiliava os caçadores a encontrarem suas presas. Dizem que certa ocasião perseguiu a casta ninfa Siringe até o rio Ládon. Ali chegando, para fugir dos abraços de Pã, a ninfa se transformou num feixe de caniços. Como não a encontrasse, cortou os caniços e inventou a flauta de sete tubos, que desde então foi chamada com o nome da famosa virgem ou como a flauta de Pã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É de seu nome que deriva a palavra pânico, pois o irreverente deus se divertia assustando os caminhantes solitários das florestas com gritos assustadores. Embora desprezado pela maioria das divindades, quase todos os outros deuses exploravam seus poderes. ApoIo, o deus-sol, conseguiu obter de Pã a arte da profecia e Hermes roubou-lhe uma flauta que deixara cair certa vez, dizendo-se o autor da invenção, para em seguida vendê-la a ApoIo. Foi dessa maneira que o brilhante deus-sol recebeu os dons da música e da profecia ilicitamente do deus da Natureza, feio e animalesco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No psicológico, Pã, o Diabo, representa a servidão aos instintos da natureza. Uma vez que o deus era adorado dentro de grutas e cavernas escuras que sempre causavam medo, sua imagem dentro de nós sugere algo que tanto podemos temer como nos encantar, ou seja, os impulsos sexuais e animais, que consideramos maus, justamente por sua natureza compulsiva. Desde o aparecimento da era cristã, o deus Pã foi associado à figura do Diabo, representado por chifres de bode e olhar malicioso, tendo sido desprezado por todos os segmentos religiosos da mesma forma que ApoIo o desprezou na mitologia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Em sua obra, Plutarco conta que, ao largo das ilhas do mar Egeu, nos tempos do imperador Tibério, a tripulação de um navio ouviu uma estranha voz que gritou por três vezes: "O grande Pã morreu". Em seguida, ouviram-se lamentos e gemidos. Nesse exato momento, o cristianismo nascia na Judéia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entretanto, a presença desta carta entre os Arcanos Maiores do Tarô indica que Pã não morreu, mas que na realidade foi relegado aos confins do nosso inconsciente, representando tudo aquilo que tememos, odiamos e desprezamos em nós mesmos e que, ao mesmo tempo, nos escraviza por meio desses mesmos temores e desgostos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A questão da vergonha do próprio corpo e dos impulsos sexuais, especialmente aqueles que a psicanálise tanto se empenha para trazer à luz nesses últimos cem anos — fantasias incestuosas, taras com relação às funções fisiológicas e excrementos, complexo de inferioridade por causa da aparência, etc. —, é a questão que Pã, o Diabo, personifica. Até mesmo a pessoa mais liberada sexualmente pode experimentar essa secreta vergonha do próprio corpo. Podemos encontrar uma tonalidade romântica e nobre na ira do leão da carta da Força, ou mesmo no ímpeto dos cavalos na carta do Carro. Ao contrário, na carta de Pã essa tonalidade romântica e nobre não ocorre. Entretanto, na mitologia grega, Pã não era mau, mas simplesmente selvagem, amoral e natural. É a paralisia dos humanos — escravos do medo e do fascínio — que cria o problema. A carta do Diabo implica em bloqueios e inibições quase sempre de ordem sexual — que surgem de nossa falta de conhecimento e de compreensão de Pã. Embora feio, ele é o Grande Todo — a vida primordial do corpo propriamente dita, amoral, cruel e, não obstante, divina. A energia que se gasta mantendo esse diabo em sua gruta escondida é vergonhosa, é a força que se perde da personalidade, mas que pode ser liberada com grande efeito, caso o indivíduo esteja disposto a encarar Pã de frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E assim o Louco precisa se confrontar com muita humildade frente aos aspectos mais mesquinhos e vergonhosos da própria personalidade, caso contrário ficará escravo do próprio medo para sempre. Às vezes, para ocultar esse segredo vergonhoso, ele se finge de superior e projeta a própria bestialidade nos outros, conduzindo ao preconceito, à zombaria e até mesmo à condenação de indivíduos ou raças que a ele são ruins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No  divinatório, o Diabo indica a necessidade de confrontação com tudo o que está oculto e vergonhoso na base da personalidade. O Louco precisa se libertar pelo reconhecimento e pela aceitação humilde do Pã que traz dentro de si, pois, uma vez liberado o poder criativo — preso às amarras do próprio medo e do baixo nível de auto-estima —, ele poderá chegar até o âmago do labirinto e encarar a própria escuridão como a escuridão natural de seu corpo, para voltar a ser o que sempre foi, ou seja, apenas e tão somente um ser natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Tarô Mitológico&lt;/span&gt;; Sharman-Burke, Juliet e Greene, Liz – Siciliano, São Paulo, 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-2810629292075361976</id><published>2009-05-06T22:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:11:59.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ABREV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgIzN3zQhdI/AAAAAAAABCM/hRLbJkakfEU/s1600-h/abrev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgIzN3zQhdI/AAAAAAAABCM/hRLbJkakfEU/s400/abrev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332881222170346962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Benjamin Constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro do Café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;International Broadeasting Corporation (Corporação Internacional de Radioemissão). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBCCA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Couro, Calçados e Afins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBCT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Indústria Brasileira de Cápsulas Telefônicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Direito Agrário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBDCCB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Direito Comercial Comparado e Biblioteca Túlio Ascarelli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBDF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro do Desenvolvimento Florestal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBDPC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Direito Processual Civil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Belém (ILS). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ibéria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Economia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Educação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto de Biologia do Exército. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEAA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Estudos Afro-Asiáticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I-beam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;longarina em I, viga em duplo-T, viga em I, viga laminada (eng). section: viga em I (eng), seção de viga em I (eng). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Estudos Cibernéticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Extensão Cultural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBECC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Educação, Ciência e Cultura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEFAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Especialidades Farmacêuticas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Importadora Brasileira de Equipamentos Médicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEMEP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Estudos sobre o Desenvolvimento da Exportação de Material Elétrico Pesado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Edições Pedagógicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEPEGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Estudos e Pesquisas de Gastroenterologia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEPOG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Estudos e Pesquisas de Obstetrícia e Ginecologia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;iber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ibérico, ibero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBERIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Líneas Aéreas de Espana SA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Educação Social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto de Bem-Estar Social Espírito Santense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBESA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Indústria Brasileira de Embalagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBESP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Economia, Sociologia e política. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Incorporadora Brasileira de Empreendimentos Sociais Turísticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasil-Estados Unidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBEW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers (Fraternidade Internacional de Trabalhadores em Eletricidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IBF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instituto Brasileiro de Filosofia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicionário de Siglas e Abreviaturas (Descodificação)&lt;/span&gt;; Antas, Luiz Mendes –Traço Editora – São Paulo, 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-2810629292075361976?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/2810629292075361976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=2810629292075361976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2810629292075361976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/2810629292075361976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/abrev.html' title='ABREV'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgIzN3zQhdI/AAAAAAAABCM/hRLbJkakfEU/s72-c/abrev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7378649640914957289</id><published>2009-05-05T12:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:42:02.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1808</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgBiPm4XDOI/AAAAAAAABCE/_UNqBNdouVA/s1600-h/djoaovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgBiPm4XDOI/AAAAAAAABCE/_UNqBNdouVA/s400/djoaovi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332369979081166050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O historiador Tobias Monteiro acrescenta um detalhe pitoresco nesses passeios: o ritual que envolvia as necessidades fisiológicas do rei. Segundo ele, à frente da comitiva ia um moço de cavalariça, a que o povo chamava de “toma largas” — talvez porque abria espaço à passagem do rei ou por usar vestimentas de abas enormes. Esse vassalo montava uma besta, de cuja sela pendiam dois alforjes. Num ia a merenda de D. João VI. No outro, um penico e uma armação composta de três peças que funcionava como um vaso sanitário portátil, para ser usado em campo aberto. A certa altura do passeio, o rei murmurava alguma ordem, o moço descia da mula e montava o equipamento. “Então”, acrescenta o historiador, “o rei descia da carruagem e dele aproximava-se o camarista, que lhe desabotoava e arriava os calções. Diante dos oficiais e outras pessoas da comitiva, até da princesa Maria Teresa, sua filha predileta, quando esta o acompanhava, sentava-se beatamente, como se ninguém lhe estivesse em torno. Satisfeito o seu desejo, vinha um criado particular limpá-lo e de novo chegava o camarista, para ajudá-lo a se vestir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cumprida essa etapa, D. João retomava o passeio, até chegar a hora da merenda. Além da comida guardada no alforje do moço de cavalariça, o rei levava também um estoque extra de galinhas assadas e desossadas. Guardava os pedaços na algibeira do seu casacão encardido e ia comendo enquanto contemplava a paisagem ou parava para conversar com as pessoas que o saudavam pelo caminho. À noite, recebia seus súditos para o beija-mão. Ia se deitar por volta das 23h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tobias Monteiro tem mais uma informação curiosa a respeito da intimidade do rei. Ele conta que os quartos do Palácio de São Cristóvão se abriam para uma varanda. D. João VI dormia sozinho num deles. Numa sala contígua, que dava para o interior do edifício, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;costumava receber visitas e despachar com ministros e oficiais do governo. Como essa sala de reuniões era o único acesso ao quarto do rei, os criados do palácio também tinham de passar por ela quando, pela manhã, precisavam esvaziar os penicos usados durante a noite por D. João. Dependendo da hora, essa tarefa era executada enquanto o monarca recebia alguns de seus convidados. Para evitar constrangimentos, os vasos eram cobertos com uma tampa de madeira, emoldurada por uma pequena cortina de veludo encarnado. “Mas esse fechamento era imperfeito e deixava escapar os elementos voláteis, que denunciavam seu conteúdo”, conta o indiscreto Monteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pode-se dizer que, a esta altura, nem tudo cheirava bem na corte do Rio de Janeiro. Mas este nem de longe era o maior dos problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tobias Monteiro, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;História do Império&lt;/span&gt;, p. 95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pedro Calmon, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O rei do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;, p. 227.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tobias Monteiro, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;História do Império&lt;/span&gt;, p. 96. Monteiro baseia seu relato nas descrições de Américo Jacobina Lacombe, que Almeida Prado, em &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas Ender&lt;/span&gt;, p. 102, diz ser “mexeriqueira” e não confiável como fonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;808 : como uma rainha louca, um príncipe medroso e uma corte corrupta enganaram Napoleão e mudaram a história de Portugal e do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;; Gomes, Laurentino – São Paulo: Planeta do Brasil, 2007. p. 303.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilustração (detalhe):  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D. João VI&lt;/span&gt; – Maurício José do Carmo Sendim, 1786-1870 – Lisboa – Lithographia Regia – 35x26,2 cm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-7378649640914957289?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7378649640914957289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7378649640914957289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7378649640914957289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7378649640914957289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/1808.html' title='1808'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SgBiPm4XDOI/AAAAAAAABCE/_UNqBNdouVA/s72-c/djoaovi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-3703756711184803811</id><published>2009-05-04T20:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:29:13.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Musée D'Orsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wUgds9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ngTTuFIdMdQ/s1600-h/baudelaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wUgds9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ngTTuFIdMdQ/s400/baudelaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332112155852256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Nadar (1820 — 1910)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Baudelaire Seated on a Louis XIII Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, 1855. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Unique salt print from destroyed negative, (21.2 x 16.4 cm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wi34QlI/AAAAAAAABmY/dDuzRTUZ4N4/s1600-h/louis_dodier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wi34QlI/AAAAAAAABmY/dDuzRTUZ4N4/s400/louis_dodier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332112159708562002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Louis-Adolphe Humbert de Molard (1870 — 1874)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Louis Dodier (Humbert de Molard's butler) as a Prisioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, 1847.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Daguerreotype, (11.5 x 15.5 cm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wogwA_I/AAAAAAAABmg/RBX1ucUdflA/s1600-h/the_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wogwA_I/AAAAAAAABmg/RBX1ucUdflA/s400/the_kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332112161222165490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Clarence White (1871 — 1925).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, 1904. Platinum print, (24.7 x 14.8 cm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treasures of the Musée D'Orsay&lt;/span&gt;; Cachin, Françoise – Abbeville Publishing Group – New York, s.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-3703756711184803811?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/3703756711184803811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=3703756711184803811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3703756711184803811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/3703756711184803811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadar-1820-1910-baudelaire-seated-on.html' title='Musée D&apos;Orsay'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf93wUgds9I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ngTTuFIdMdQ/s72-c/baudelaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-519715300805090069</id><published>2009-05-04T19:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:30:30.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1930</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf9rRpbcWUI/AAAAAAAABlw/ygzY7M-a-cE/s1600-h/gv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf9rRpbcWUI/AAAAAAAABlw/ygzY7M-a-cE/s400/gv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332098434752862530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dia 5 de outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um contratempo: Minas luta com escassez de munição e pede nosso auxílio. Não contava com a resistência do 12º Regimento de Belo Horizonte. Prometemos providenciar, mas, por onde? Examina-se o problema grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Uma boa notícia: a adesão das forças da 5ª Região Militar, Curitiba. Recebo telegrama do major Plínio Tourinho, meu antigo condiscípulo da Escola Militar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e oficial do estado-maior da Região. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Os oficiais do 8º Regimento, que aderiu à revolução, declaram que não são partidários desta e apenas obedeceram a seu comandante, tenente-coronel Galdino Esteves. Esses oficiais são recolhidos a bordo do vapor [...],&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; onde se acham os outros oficiais contrários ao movimento. As guarnições federais do estado foram aderindo; faltavam apenas Santo Ângelo e São Borja, que parlamentavam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reintegrei nas funções de secretário do Interior Osvaldo Aranha, o chefe revolucionário que preparou e executou o plano revolucionário no estado, articulando-o com os elementos do exterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As notícias do Paraná determinaram-nos a acelerar a remessa de tropas selecionadas para aquela zona, a fim não só de amparar os companheiros, como de apressar o desfecho da ação que se desenhava evidente, pelo choque com as tropas do governo, nesse estado ou em São Paulo. João Alberto seguiu, levando pequena força da capital e recebendo vários contingentes em sua passagem ao longo da via férrea. Houve grande entusiasmo no embarque. Seguiram daqui cerca de quinhentos homens. Noticia-se que os comunistas tentaram um golpe de força em Itaqui, prendendo o intendente e o comandante do Grupo de Artilharia. Soube-se depois que não eram comunistas, e sim oficiais do próprio grupo que tentaram uma reação. Foram, porém, repelidos e emigraram para a Argentina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Todas as guarnições militares já aderiram ao movimento, faltando apenas a de São Borja. Correm versões sobre a sublevação de parte da polícia de São Paulo e do Forte de Copacabana. Já de muito prevenido pelos boatos tão comuns nestas épocas de exaltação, não lhes dou maior crédito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Soube-se que os senadores Paim, Vespúcio, e os deputados Penafiel, Barbosa Gonçalves e Mascarenhas votaram a favor do estado de sítio no Rio Grande! Por enquanto não há quem possa executá-la. Foram apreendidos alguns informes telegráficos transmitidos via Western. Deles se verifica que o senador Paim, em combinação com o ministro da Guerra,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está mandando fazer espionagem no seu estado, por intermédio de Santa Catarina, bem como aliciar antigos políticos que com ele serviram em lutas anteriores, a fim de organizar um movimento de reação em favor do Catete. Foram tomadas medidas policiais e incumbido o general Valdomiro Lima de organizar as forças dos municípios de Lagoa Vermelha, Vacaria e Bom Jesus para uma forte coluna de invasão a Santa Catarina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nas forças federais do interior, geralmente os oficiais superiores não aderiram ao movimento. Acharam mais conveniente entregar-se à prisão. Houve ordem do chefe do estado-maior para que fossem trazidos a esta capital, para serem recolhidos aos navios onde estavam seus outros colegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;À tarde, chegam notícias de que o Regimento de São Borja se retirava pelo rio Uruguai, que transpôs, indo entregar-se, e às armas de que dispunha, em país estrangeiro. Triste conduta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;À noite, chegam excelentes notícias da Paraíba: Juarez Távora à frente de 8 mil homens, queda de Recife, Natal, marcha sobre Alagoas e Ceará, tropas paraíbas de um moral magnífico. Minas aperta o cerco ao 12º Regimento em Belo Horizonte: dos dois aviões mandados para bombardear a capital mineira, um é abatido e o outro adere ao movimento. Perturbações em Goiás, Mato Grosso, São Paulo e Rio. Sente-se que a Revolução está triunfante. Nada poderá detê-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Recebo carta do dr. Borges de Medeiros, com algumas recomendações partidárias para que o Partido Republicano tenha função preponderante na luta. Recebo comissões de solidariedade das sociedades de engenharia e dos advogados, além de contínuas demonstrações particulares. O entusiasmo, o espírito de decisão continuam admiráveis no povo rio-grandense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Escola Tática e de Tiro de Rio Pardo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comandante Ripper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nestor Sezefredo dos Passos, ministro da guerra do governo Washington Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Getúlio Vargas: Diário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; – apresentação de Celina Vargas do Amaral Peixoto; Edição de Leda Soares – Siciliano – São Paulo, 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-519715300805090069?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/519715300805090069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=519715300805090069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/519715300805090069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/519715300805090069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/1930.html' title='1930'/><author><name>Cid Pimentel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267415355247365805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8113/4291/1600/3075/cid_perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8CAcPTrVU8/Sf9rRpbcWUI/AAAAAAAABlw/ygzY7M-a-cE/s72-c/gv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-4066463487189043783</id><published>2009-05-03T21:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:51:01.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caiçuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf42vuOo-1I/AAAAAAAABB8/hnXCCg3YTpk/s1600-h/caicuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf42vuOo-1I/AAAAAAAABB8/hnXCCg3YTpk/s400/caicuma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331759202344434514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);  font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aldeia Nova Esperança. Povo Yawanawá. Acre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A fabricação de bebidas fermentadas iniciou-se com a própria humanidade na criação da vida ritualizada. Os ingredientes, o modo de preparar e a maneira de tomar variam entre cada grupo étnico. Entre os índios do sul da América, o uso ritual e social das bebidas fermentadas é ligada ao sagrado, ao divertimento e, em certos casos, à política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A caiçuma é uma bebida alcoólica dos indígenas consumida em festas. Sua produção, apesar de rudimentar, possui etapas fundamentais distintas: preparação das matérias-primas, mistura, inserção de aditivos e fermentação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No seu processo de produção artesanal, as mulheres da comunidade cozinham a macaxeira, depois se reúnem em uma “Tocha” para a mastigagem, colocando a mistura em um recipiente feito de argila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O produto obtido do processo de fermentação apresenta sabor levemente adocicado, encorpado, de neutro a levemente alcalino, com cor, tom e aspecto semelhante ao leite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo, a caiçuma sofre algumas modificações até se transformar na caissuma, agora realizada sem o cozimento. Atualmente, vem sendo estudada sua obtenção a partir de frutos da região amazônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fotografia de Antonio Lino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-4066463487189043783?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/4066463487189043783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=4066463487189043783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/4066463487189043783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/4066463487189043783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/caicuma.html' title='Caiçuma'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf42vuOo-1I/AAAAAAAABB8/hnXCCg3YTpk/s72-c/caicuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-7484361015747471523</id><published>2009-05-03T15:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:44:00.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf3lmsUlV0I/AAAAAAAABB0/wkIU4Gr5K0o/s1600-h/dente_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf3lmsUlV0I/AAAAAAAABB0/wkIU4Gr5K0o/s400/dente_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331669986771818306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anatomia dentária&lt;/span&gt;; França, Maria Ignez T. – Barros, Fischer &amp;amp; Associados – São Paulo, 2004 – Ilustração de Vincent Perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-7484361015747471523?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/7484361015747471523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=7484361015747471523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7484361015747471523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38581578/posts/default/7484361015747471523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/2009/05/detalhe.html' title='Detalhe'/><author><name>Marcos Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16727257002990894775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/SBEoECobbqI/AAAAAAAAAas/Diy4Wf-cuOA/S220/eus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sf3lmsUlV0I/AAAAAAAABB0/wkIU4Gr5K0o/s72-c/dente_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38581578.post-5170064080988662547</id><published>2009-05-01T10:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:03:04.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Planta Mágica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sfr7y4Wh6wI/AAAAAAAABBk/EP0wEONOIfc/s1600-h/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li_N1AoCkCc/Sfr7y4Wh6wI/AAAAAAAABBk/EP0wEONOIfc/s400/smoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330849960485317378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A história do fumo no Brasil começa muito cedo, bem antes da chegada dos europeus. A planta nasceu provavelmente nos vales orientais dos Andes bolivianos e se difundiu no atual território brasileiro através das migrações indígenas, sobretudo Tupi-Guarani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Havia vários tipos de fumo mas apenas duas plantas eram usadas e cultivadas: a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicotiana Tabacum&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicotiana Rustica&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O fumo para os índios brasileiros tinha um caráter sagrado e como a mandioca, o milho e muitas outras plantas, uma origem mítica. Seu uso era geralmente limitado aos ritos mágico-religiosos e como planta medicinal. Por isso era reservado unicamente aos pajés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O fumo era utilizado para a iniciação dos pajés e nas cerimônias tribais. Por meio dele, o pajé entrava em transe no qual contactava com os deuses, espíritos, almas dos mortos, ou ainda predizia o melhor momento para ir à caça, viajar ou atacar o inimigo. A fumaça do fumo era considerada purificadora: protegia dos maus espíritos o jovem guerreiro, a roça, a safra ou a comida. Como planta medicinal curava as feridas, as enxaquecas ou as dores de estômago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Embora existissem seis usos diferentes para o fumo entre os índios da América do Sul, (comida, bebida, mascado, chupado, em pó e fumado) o hábito de fumar era o mais relevante. Era fumado num tipo de charuto chamado cangueira: folhas de fumo secas enroladas numa folha de milho ou palmeira, uma forma de uma vela cujas dimensões iam de seis a sessenta centímetros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quando da chegada dos europeus, o fumo era de uso comum nas tribos Tupinambá e cultivado em toda a costa do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No início de novembro de 1492, os companheiros de Cristóvão Colombo viram pela primeira vez os índios a fumar. Começou então a história de uma formidável expansão: em apenas um século o fumo passou a ser conhecido e usado no mundo inteiro, expandindo-se em duas maneiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A primeira através dos marinheiros, para quem o fumo era um bom meio de passar o tempo durante os longos meses que duravam as viagens. Eles se habituaram a fumar e também a mascar, introduzindo assim o costume nas camadas populares dos países europeus, da África e do Oriente. O fumo então usado era unicamente o de corda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A segunda maneira já revela a importância do Brasil na difusão do fumo pelo mundo. Em 1530, após a expedição de Martin Afonso de Souza no Sul do país, um donatário português, Luiz de Góis, em 1542, levou a planta para Portugal. Por seu aspecto ornamental (como planta exótica) e por suas virtudes medicinais, foi cultivada no quintal da infanta D. Maria, e em 1560, Jean Nicot, então embaixador da França em Portugal, a conheceu. Ouvindo dizer que a planta curava enxaquecas, das quais padecia a rainha da França, Catarina de Médici, ele a enviou a Paris. A rainha começou a pitar e imediatamente foi imitada pelos nobres da sua corte e logo pelos das cortes européias, dando nascimento ao mercado do fumo em pó, o rapé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O fumo, de planta mágico-religiosa dos índios, passou a ser um gênero comercial das colônias européias e, mais particularmente, das Antilhas, da Virgínia (só a partir de 1612) e evidentemente do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Fumo Brasileiro no Período Colonial&lt;/span&gt;; Nardi, Jean Baptiste – Brasiliense – São Paulo, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38581578-5170064080988662547?l=umaszona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaszona.blogspot.com/feeds/5170064080988662547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38581578&amp;postID=5170064080988662547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0
