<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541</id><updated>2012-01-18T14:14:00.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'>entre trancos e tamancos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7264288700254248628</id><published>2012-01-18T13:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:14:00.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude to Memories, and a Broken Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prelude to Memories, and a Broken Love Song&lt;/em&gt; - a monologue for an actress and some props.&lt;br /&gt;It was inspired by Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s sentence: objects have a life of their own; it is only a matter of awakening their souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A woman unfolds her memories after the end of a relationship. With humor, through music, mime and dance, she learns how to live in the present, leaving the past behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3c4-JVYCXIv"&gt;“Art with Sergio Britto” with Scenes at Dragão do Mar Theater, Fortaleza, Ceará, Brazil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfeIm4IPTMc&amp;amp;context=C3dd3ce2ADOEgsToPDskLXe6OuZgaBblNLByQMNfSn"&gt;Scenes of &lt;em&gt;Prelude&lt;/em&gt; at Casa de Cultura Laura Alvim. Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_0Y8XzUwT4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;A moment of &lt;em&gt;Prelude&lt;/em&gt; at Dragão do Mar Theatre, Fortaleza, Ceará, Brazil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-7264288700254248628?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7264288700254248628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7264288700254248628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2012/01/prelude-to-memories-and-broken-love.html' title='Prelude to Memories, and a Broken Love Song'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7475837814701458379</id><published>2011-10-23T19:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:34:09.132-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Luzia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNa2NKrgRwM/TqSSSnUauUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VVPUMXWofvE/s1600/luzia%2B-%2Bconvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666815079628847426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNa2NKrgRwM/TqSSSnUauUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VVPUMXWofvE/s400/luzia%2B-%2Bconvite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Na terça-feira será o lançamento do meu romance, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.7letras.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Luzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;com a nova coleção de prosa da 7Letras e o segundo número da Revista &lt;em&gt;Lado7&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta terça, dia 25, na Travessa do Leblon, a partir das 19h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lançamento da &lt;em&gt;Lado 7&lt;/em&gt; n.2 e&lt;br /&gt;dos livros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Toda a verdade sobre a tia de Lúcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Sonia Coutinho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde o céu descasca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Lu Menezes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Luzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Susana Fuentes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na barriga do boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Zé McGill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ofício de sapateiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de Carlos Newton Júnior&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Onde terminam os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Francisco de Morais Mendes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Os doze nomes e outros contos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Marcelo Cid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O afeto, ou Caderno sobre a mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de Sabina Anzuategui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chove nos campos de cachoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de Dalcídio Jurandir&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/2585710109834174541-7475837814701458379?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7475837814701458379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7475837814701458379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2011/10/luzia.html' title='Luzia'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNa2NKrgRwM/TqSSSnUauUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VVPUMXWofvE/s72-c/luzia%2B-%2Bconvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-2680343511957196915</id><published>2011-04-29T19:51:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T20:27:46.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As cidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7-2xzQqisU/TbtIlMVUciI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0oErmV1Dwl4/s1600/IMG_2053%2Bghent%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601150365368349218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7-2xzQqisU/TbtIlMVUciI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0oErmV1Dwl4/s400/IMG_2053%2Bghent%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kafU5yLhzjA/TbtGOuwC3gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WSbjFJKevKg/s1600/cartaz%2Bghent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601147780447002114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kafU5yLhzjA/TbtGOuwC3gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WSbjFJKevKg/s400/cartaz%2Bghent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_SSuaCrU3Y/TbtEyByCUeI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KjF7XVOfkPA/s1600/IMG_2057%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes%2Bghent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601146187827794402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_SSuaCrU3Y/TbtEyByCUeI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KjF7XVOfkPA/s400/IMG_2057%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes%2Bghent.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ghent City Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGQvhAfHPeE/TbtEDdVeiTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TSiCnFU2n5o/s1600/20screensDetail%2Bghent%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601145387770349874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGQvhAfHPeE/TbtEDdVeiTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TSiCnFU2n5o/s400/20screensDetail%2Bghent%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Artistas da palavra e da imagem. Foto da exposição no museu em Ghent, na Bélgica, da qual participo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A instalação fica até primeiro de maio: no painel, o Rio se conecta a outras cidades do mundo, no "City One Minutes".&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/2585710109834174541-2680343511957196915?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/2680343511957196915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/2680343511957196915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-cidades.html' title='As cidades'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7-2xzQqisU/TbtIlMVUciI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0oErmV1Dwl4/s72-c/IMG_2053%2Bghent%2Bcity%2Bone%2Bminutes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1515633178995969639</id><published>2010-11-19T15:38:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:13:21.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos II</title><content type='html'>"Sumaúma e reco-reco" é o primeiro conto do livro Escola de Gigantes. Participou também da revista &lt;em&gt;Ficções &lt;/em&gt;n.13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sumaúma e Reco-Reco. Ótimo conto, incisivo, excelentes metáforas como: "devolve no dedo o som que conhece no peito". A secura (economia das palavras – coisa difícil, que nem todo escritor consegue) dá ao conto uma cadência especial, o som de uma tecla, mais ou menos pressionada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Helena Whately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1515633178995969639?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1515633178995969639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1515633178995969639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/11/fragmentos-ii.html' title='Fragmentos II'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8225782289854289698</id><published>2010-11-09T21:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:52:09.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos</title><content type='html'>Anotações de Antonio Olinto sobre o meu livro de contos “Escola de Gigantes” (7Letras), datilografadas no verso recortado de um envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tal como no caso de um pintor, para quem a ‘visão’ é natural, também ao elaborar um texto literário ‘vemos’ com antecedência de que modo, com que ritmo e usando que palavras chegaremos a uma visão significativa que desejamos colocar nas palavras. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Fuentes leva suas palavras a significados múltiplos, capazes de criar um ‘tempo’ novo e uma narrativa que não se esgota em si mesma e dá a impressão viva de ir além. &lt;em&gt;Escola de Gigantes &lt;/em&gt;é o que é, e fica”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Olinto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8225782289854289698?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8225782289854289698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8225782289854289698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/11/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-6877074191386734318</id><published>2010-10-12T17:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:42:38.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas da Cidade. Brasil e Bélgica. Rio e Ghent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/TLTDJG4wYQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EKrykpqi4hI/s1600/opening+stam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/TLTDJG4wYQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EKrykpqi4hI/s400/opening+stam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527257203925344514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAM é o novo museu em Ghent, Bélgica. Ao lado de outros artistas do Brasil e de várias partes do mundo, participo de uma exposição multimídia que explora o conceito de "urbanidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stamgent.be/en/activities/detail/p/enlightened-city"&gt;City one minutes&lt;/a&gt;, o Rio de Janeiro, luzes e vidas nas 24horas do dia. Cada criador trabalhou com imagens para um filme de um minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The exhibition uses documents and diaries, models, paintings, photographs and installations to tell this story. And it does so in an extraordinary location: the old Bijloke Abbey. We also link Ghent with the world: for a twenty-four-hour period a video installation connects the contemporary city with the world through the ‘City One Minutes’ project: one-minute films of cities in different time-zones".  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-6877074191386734318?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6877074191386734318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6877074191386734318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/10/poemas-da-cidade-brasil-e-belgica-rio-e.html' title='Poemas da Cidade. Brasil e Bélgica. Rio e Ghent'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/TLTDJG4wYQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EKrykpqi4hI/s72-c/opening+stam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-6517417702107677637</id><published>2010-07-19T23:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:35:08.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema em contos. Livro em tela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Para quem assistiu no cinema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Pão e Tulipas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;e para quem ainda vai assistir... Acaba de sair a edição especial de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;Histórias Possíveis&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Contos inspirados em filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;André de Leones, Daniela Mendes, Dheyne de Souza, Gerusa Leal, Leandro Resende e Lúcia Bettencourt estão juntos nesta edição, que conta também com a visita de Dani Pacheco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;E hoje a revista tem um bom motivo para comemorar: sua primeira antologia. Um ebook KindleBookBr. Na primeira página, o vídeo de divulgação feito pela nossa editora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-6517417702107677637?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6517417702107677637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6517417702107677637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/07/cinema-em-contos-livro-em-tela.html' title='Cinema em contos. Livro em tela.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7079494677863577404</id><published>2010-06-18T21:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:15:39.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CEunice%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A questão não está em crer ou não crer, tudo o que nós vamos dizendo se acrescenta ao que é, ao que existe, primeiro disse granito, depois digo barco, quando chego ao fim do dizer, ainda que não creia no que disse, tenho de acreditar no tê-lo dito, muitas vezes é quanto basta, também a água, a farinha e o fermento fazem o pão." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;José Saramago, &lt;i&gt;A jangada de pedra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 99.25pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 99.25pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Agora entre Portugal e Espanha ele mesmo se espalha, como já se espalhara antes, pelo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-7079494677863577404?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7079494677863577404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7079494677863577404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago.html' title='José Saramago'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-5336639815353143242</id><published>2010-03-11T08:18:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:51:49.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias Possiveis. Revista literária virtual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Confiram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;a Edição 57 da HP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Participaram André de Leones, Daniela Mendes, Gerusa Leal, Leandro Resende, Lúcia Bettencourt e Maurício de Melo. Aproveitem para visitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/2010/02/07/hp-56/"&gt;edição anterior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;O cavaleiro da bela figura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-5336639815353143242?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5336639815353143242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5336639815353143242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/03/historias-possiveis-revista-literaria.html' title='Histórias Possiveis. Revista literária virtual'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1971589241802733689</id><published>2010-03-11T08:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:54:34.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninos e Meninas da Legião</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alexandre Plosk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Ana Elisa Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Carlos Fialho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Carlos Henrique Schroeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daniela Santi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Henrique Rodrigues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;João Anzanello  Carrascoza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Manoela Sawitzki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Marcelo Moutinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mariel Reis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Maurício de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Miguel Sanches Neto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Nereu Afonso da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramon Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Renata Belmonte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosana Caiado Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sérgio Fantini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Susana Fuentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tatiana Salem &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Levy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wesley Peres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2585710109834174541-1971589241802733689?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1971589241802733689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1971589241802733689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/03/meninos-e-meninas-da-legiao.html' title='Meninos e Meninas da Legião'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-6074666580206185032</id><published>2010-03-11T08:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:55:14.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se não houvesse amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não houvesse amanhã. Contos inspirados em músicas da Legião Urbana, no livro organizado pelo Henrique Rodrigues (ele, é claro, assina um conto também).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;São vinte autores nas faixas do LP, é só dar uma olhada no convite abaixo. O livro é pela Editora Record. Lá está um conto meu, do álbum As quatro estações: Quando o sol bater na janela do seu quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O lançamento é dia 27 na Cinematheque. E o bacana é que Renato Russo completaria 50 anos nesse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-6074666580206185032?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6074666580206185032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6074666580206185032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-se-nao-houvesse-amanha.html' title='Como se não houvesse amanhã'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8572402077382400048</id><published>2010-03-11T08:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:12:01.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Legião Urbana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5jP-unwDvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MpevWYOykaI/s1600-h/convite_comosenaohouvesseamanha_FINAL_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5jP-unwDvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MpevWYOykaI/s400/convite_comosenaohouvesseamanha_FINAL_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447332425878212338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8572402077382400048?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8572402077382400048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8572402077382400048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/03/legiao-urbana_11.html' title='Legião Urbana'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5jP-unwDvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MpevWYOykaI/s72-c/convite_comosenaohouvesseamanha_FINAL_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4794199283270168940</id><published>2010-03-04T19:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:34:31.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos caminhos do lixo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5A1b_3ClJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YcjIN6_vfig/s1600-h/margarida+de+prata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5A1b_3ClJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YcjIN6_vfig/s200/margarida+de+prata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444910704605959314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A CNBB entregou os prêmios de comunicação durante o Mutirão de Comunicação &lt;st1:personname productid="em Porto Alegre. Eunice" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Porto Alegre." st="on"&gt;em Porto Alegre.&lt;/st1:personname&gt;  Eunice&lt;/st1:personname&gt; Gutman foi até lá receber o prêmio por seu filme. Na foto ao lado, ei-la: a Margarida de Prata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4794199283270168940?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4794199283270168940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4794199283270168940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2010/03/nos-caminhos-do-lixo-ii.html' title='Nos caminhos do lixo II'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/S5A1b_3ClJI/AAAAAAAAATc/YcjIN6_vfig/s72-c/margarida+de+prata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8218109264751592002</id><published>2009-10-31T22:16:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:36:07.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leituras, filme e música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SuzaYtf8HSI/AAAAAAAAASY/9QS3PBUD3UY/s1600-h/Poemas+S%C3%A9rgio+Porto+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SuzaYtf8HSI/AAAAAAAAASY/9QS3PBUD3UY/s200/Poemas+S%C3%A9rgio+Porto+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398930171375656226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O filme de Eunice Gutman, "Nos Caminhos do Lixo. As catadoras de Jacutinga", ganhou o Prêmio Margarida de Prata para Cinema 2009 da CNBB.  Com algumas músicas de minha autoria, poetas e atores se reuniram para leitura dramatizada de textos no dia do lançamento do filme no&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Sérgio Porto, no Rio de Janeiro. Dia 21 de outubro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto, da esquerda para a direita: Yeda Dantas, Regina Sampaio e Gina Teixeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"O filme narra, de modo sensível e respeitoso, o processo pelo qual se formou a cooperativa de catadoras de lixo e seu singular sistema de trabalho e renda". (Miguel Pereira, crítico de cinema)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Por falar em leituras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei uma bela cobertura de&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://poesia-potiguar.blogspot.com/2009/07/adriana-lisboa.html"&gt;Versatilidades&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no Poesia Potiguar, de quando fui a São Paulo para a leitura de textos de Adriana Lisboa no Sesc Ipiranga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8218109264751592002?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8218109264751592002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8218109264751592002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2009/10/leituras-filme-e-musica.html' title='Leituras, filme e música'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SuzaYtf8HSI/AAAAAAAAASY/9QS3PBUD3UY/s72-c/Poemas+S%C3%A9rgio+Porto+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8750834147476318341</id><published>2009-07-10T22:31:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:08:41.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte com Sérgio Britto, Marcelo, Lúcia, Adriana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Slfuc191vPI/AAAAAAAAASI/sgv9qkQEz2Q/s1600-h/arte+com+sergio+britto+mÃ£os.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlfuQ_WP4VI/AAAAAAAAASA/P2QB0ii3r2c/s1600-h/arte+com+sergio+britto+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357012257430561106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlfuQ_WP4VI/AAAAAAAAASA/P2QB0ii3r2c/s400/arte+com+sergio+britto+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;de "Escola de Gigantes" e "Prelúdios", no programa &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Slfu61Fq90I/AAAAAAAAASQ/BCCYa-cSLa4/s1600-h/arte+com+sergio+britto+mÃ£os.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357012976231184194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Slfu61Fq90I/AAAAAAAAASQ/BCCYa-cSLa4/s200/arte+com+sergio+britto+m%C3%A3os.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arte com Sérgio Britto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlfspYeHESI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FyyVkX0GLdo/s1600-h/Extra+SessÃ£o+teatro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E para saber mais do espetáculo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Marcelo Moutinho &lt;a href="http://www.marcelomoutinho.com.br/blog/2009/05/preludios.php"&gt;apresentou&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Lúcia Bettencourt &lt;a href="http://nadanonada.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitting.html"&gt;conferiu&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Adriana Lisboa &lt;a href="http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-ver-susana.html"&gt;convida&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Até 29 de julho, na Casa de Cultura Laura Alvim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2585710109834174541-8750834147476318341?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8750834147476318341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8750834147476318341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2009/07/arte-com-sergio-britto-marcelo-lucia.html' title='Arte com Sérgio Britto, Marcelo, Lúcia, Adriana'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlfuQ_WP4VI/AAAAAAAAASA/P2QB0ii3r2c/s72-c/arte+com+sergio+britto+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-6713313698583151967</id><published>2009-07-05T15:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:33:55.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prelúdios" na Laura Alvim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlDxBznHCXI/AAAAAAAAARo/dyD5Mmadbwo/s1600-h/susana_filipeta_prelÃºdios_laura_alvim_atual+julho-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355044970279930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlDxBznHCXI/AAAAAAAAARo/dyD5Mmadbwo/s400/susana_filipeta_prel%C3%BAdios_laura_alvim_atual+julho-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;PRELÚDIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;em quatro caixas de lembranças e uma canção de amor desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlDwaJfxSNI/AAAAAAAAARg/vb_usO1oeFo/s1600-h/susana_filipeta_prelÃºdios_laura_alvim_atual+julho-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Com mímica, música e literatura, a peça mostra o momento do desenlace da vida de uma mulher, às voltas com suas lembranças depois de uma decepção amorosa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O mote inspirador vem das palavras Gabriel García Márquez em Cem Anos de Solidão, na voz de um certo cigano de passagem pelo livro: “As coisas têm vida própria. Tudo é questão de despertar a sua alma”. Daí as lembranças nas caixas, e a vida dos objetos, companheiros de cena neste espetáculo solo. O tema é o tempo e o olhar, tempo para acordar a casa, para olhar e ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;texto, criação e interpretação: Susana Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;supervisão: Eunice Gutman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Terças e quartas: às 21h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;até 29 de julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Casa de Cultura Laura Alvim&lt;br /&gt;Espaço Rogério Cardoso&lt;br /&gt;Av. Vieira Souto, 176. Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;(21) 2332-2015&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2585710109834174541-6713313698583151967?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6713313698583151967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6713313698583151967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2009/07/preludios-na-laura-alvim.html' title='&quot;Prelúdios&quot; na Laura Alvim'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SlDxBznHCXI/AAAAAAAAARo/dyD5Mmadbwo/s72-c/susana_filipeta_prel%C3%BAdios_laura_alvim_atual+julho-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-5113937187610376012</id><published>2009-05-27T01:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:44:31.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelúdios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/ShzE31D9awI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HBGAV2jAdfI/s1600-h/filipeta+Preludios+scanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359721570102018" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Sh1pHyGd7vI/AAAAAAAAARY/-29fda3okKQ/s400/banner+cartaz+sergio+porto+de+longe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De volta ao blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Prelúdios - em quatro caixas de lembranças e uma canção de amor desfeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aconteceu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lá no Sérgio Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Shy_LhX5DAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3OfALymljrg/s1600-h/Ancelmo+Preludios+marcado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340353462812609538" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;í&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-6534084691518374074?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6534084691518374074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6534084691518374074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-em-sombras-e-cores.html' title='Carnaval em sombras e cores'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1172101806683103119</id><published>2009-02-01T13:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:50:18.858-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias Possíveis, algumas anotações</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Edição 33 está no ar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Histórias Possíveis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tem pérolas ao longo de suas edições. Aqui falo especialmente da última, reescrevo minhas anotações de leitura, só para pincelar o que vocês vão encontrar nessa excelente edição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O impacto do conto do André de Leones, seu mistério e sua crueza nessa combinação rara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza e a força do conto da Lúcia Bettencourt na investida original através do espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O flerte da Gerusa Leal com a vida e o papel, vivo e preciso,  o que não foi dito no agora que surpreende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As figuras maravilhosas do Marco Aurélio Cremasco revivem a cada badalada desse dia sem fim, terno, triste na hora derradeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens do Maurício de Almeida para dar conta da angústia (ou nada angústia) quase quieta como o mundo que dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Antiálbum 4 do Nereu Afonso da Silva, genial,  desde os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem minha Aula de russo, vão lá conferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com os convidados chegamos a Alexandre Boure e seu homem feliz. No suspense de que algo vai acontecer para estragar sua felicidade ele nos dá uma rasteira, sem perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços de Angelina, caminha-se perigosamente e deliciosamente entre as páginas do livro. Com Haroldo Pereira Barbosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltava ler o conto do Paulo Lima. Entre estranhamento e fascínio, e a emoção de ouvir um rádio, acontece a ironia - conforme acompanhamos as casas brancas na areia fina e alva. Acontece delicada porque é um menino quem vê. O mordaz vem por conta do leitor, que aos poucos se identifica e pode saborear: o exótico, quem é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último conto é do Ronaldo Trindade, na conversa onde dois são três, ou quatro, porque o narrador aparece na tensão entre vários eus que se embatem. Entre viver e não viver, entre a vitória e a vitória derrotada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos pela edição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1172101806683103119?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1172101806683103119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1172101806683103119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2009/02/historias-possiveis-algumas-anotacoes.html' title='Histórias Possíveis, algumas anotações'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7171700959704950988</id><published>2008-12-20T15:50:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:11:05.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias possíveis, edição especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A HP natalina está no ar: sob a regência de André de Leones, com colaboradores e convidados e cada figura em movimento, chegamos à Edição número 32, com este &lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;Especial de Natal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-7171700959704950988?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7171700959704950988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7171700959704950988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/12/histrias-possveis-edio-especial.html' title='Histórias possíveis, edição especial'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1020564526470605620</id><published>2008-12-15T21:37:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:53:54.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canos, bondes e formigas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SUbrhjf4AcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bC5M2AQ3Ams/s1600-h/Blaue+Blume.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280166574835630530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SUbrhjf4AcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bC5M2AQ3Ams/s320/Blaue+Blume.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abrir um livro: como é deixar a casa de sempre, para entrar noutra casa? Transportar de um lugar ao outro. Transportar-se de um lugar ao outro. O que vai com você? O que se leva? Para o sertão que está dentro e fora, as palavras. Buracos que poderão tapar-se, mas que aparecem em outro lugar, espichando um caminho e outro. Arriscamo-nos sempre um pouco mais, um pouco mais além... viver é muito perigoso... e na tentação a fronteira se estende. Através de canos, bondes e formigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aqui falo do enigma - e o enigma, no sentido heideggeriano, do desvelamento, que não é para ser decifrado, mas para ser olhado. A insistência de uma imagem e a repetição que a faz outra. Constante revelar-se diante da coisa, onde quem olha se revela também. A instalação desse espaço e tempo, a partir do leitor e do livro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Enredamo-nos na palavra, enquanto o poeta começa a falar de cada uma das insignificâncias de nossa vida cotidiana, ou simplesmente enumerá-las: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;coisas importantes como canos, bondes e formigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quadro de Paul Klee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blaue Blume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1020564526470605620?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1020564526470605620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1020564526470605620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/12/canos-bondes-e-formigas.html' title='Canos, bondes e formigas.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SUbrhjf4AcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bC5M2AQ3Ams/s72-c/Blaue+Blume.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4212748764376578606</id><published>2008-09-23T19:29:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:40:02.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelúdios no Dragão do Mar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl52IUi18I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qrg1Iu6aeko/s1600-h/enCENAÃ§Ã£o+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249360811530573762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl52IUi18I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qrg1Iu6aeko/s320/enCENA%C3%A7%C3%A3o+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Prelúdios -&lt;br /&gt;em quatro caixas de lembranças e uma canção de amor desfeito – esteve em Fortaleza no projeto enCENAção, no teatro do &lt;a href="http://www.dragaodomar.org.br/index_new.php?pg=virounoticia"&gt;Centro Cultural Dragão do Mar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As diversas linguagens teatrais encontraram-se agora em setembro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;com apresentação das peças "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Por Elise" do grupo &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl4BIcj7II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Vwau-_yxOho/s1600-h/enCENAÃ§Ã£o+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249358801519504514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl4BIcj7II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Vwau-_yxOho/s320/enCENA%C3%A7%C3%A3o+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Espanca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Um Molière Imagi-nário" do grupo Galpão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl5NI1pyPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/srHtzXC_qlQ/s1600-h/cearÃ¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249359761967125682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl45CZHlLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/B5194UFPUPk/s320/enCENA%C3%A7%C3%A3o+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl5NI1pyPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/srHtzXC_qlQ/s1600-h/cearÃ¡.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249360107294804210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl5NI1pyPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/srHtzXC_qlQ/s320/cear%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4212748764376578606?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4212748764376578606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4212748764376578606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/09/preldios-no-drago-do-mar.html' title='Prelúdios no Dragão do Mar.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SNl52IUi18I/AAAAAAAAAKU/qrg1Iu6aeko/s72-c/enCENA%C3%A7%C3%A3o+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4174785467248982777</id><published>2008-08-30T11:44:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:37:48.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A tarefa do tradutor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SLljAbV0dxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TjHUmRjSxyc/s1600-h/Paul+Klee+und+die+Musik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328500412708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SLljAbV0dxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TjHUmRjSxyc/s320/Paul+Klee+und+die+Musik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SLldlhxYqqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xnNB490FkQ8/s1600-h/BlÃ¼hendes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240322540724333218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SLldlhxYqqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xnNB490FkQ8/s320/Bl%C3%BChendes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aqui algo se faz ouvir, algo soa no ar, escuro e silencioso às margens, no centro penetrante e iluminado. O tempo aqui é um espaço. As cores, assim como os tons, florescem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Blühendes... Paul Klee .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O evento na ABL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goethe.de/ins/br/lp/pt3564827v.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A tarefa do tradutor&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;reuniu escritores contemporâneos de língua alemã e tradutores, poetas e músicos da Alemanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"O evento dá continuidade à parceria do Instituto de Letras da Universidade do Estado do Rio de Janeiro com o Instituto Goethe e a Academia Brasileira de Letras e rende homenagem a Ray-Güde Mertin (in memoriam) que iniciou em 1996 no Instituto Goethe uma série de encontros com tradutores alemães e brasileiros".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Fui convidada para participar do projeto por Johannes Kretschmer, o que acabou sendo uma experiência intensa, difícil e maravilhosa. Poema e textos de Klee e sobre Klee. "A traduzibilidade das artes: Paul Klee e a música" é um projeto de Katharina Kegler, da Escola Superior de Música de Freiburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Acabamos indo de encontro ao que é a tarefa do tradutor... nas intuições de Walter Benjamim, o papel do tradutor como leitor privilegiado e a tradução como “entre-lugar”... espaço entre&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;línguas e culturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2585710109834174541-4174785467248982777?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4174785467248982777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4174785467248982777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/08/tarefa-do-tradutor.html' title='A tarefa do tradutor'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SLljAbV0dxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TjHUmRjSxyc/s72-c/Paul+Klee+und+die+Musik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8487539566206100908</id><published>2008-08-18T13:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:25:53.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leminski, no meio do caminho entre Rio e Colorado</title><content type='html'>Incenso Fosse Música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso de querer&lt;br /&gt;ser exatamente aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que a gente é&lt;br /&gt;ainda vai&lt;br /&gt;nos levar além &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título do livro (onde está o Leminski) é outro presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distraídos&lt;br /&gt;venceremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ed. Brasiliense, 1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na arte do palhaço vou aprendendo a não me levar tão a sério. É o primeiro passo. É coisa para se lembrar sempre. Isto que eu acho genial no palhaço: o erro, o tropeço, é o que move a cena. É ter liberdade para ser o que a gente é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8487539566206100908?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8487539566206100908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8487539566206100908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/08/leminski-no-meio-do-caminho-entre-rio-e.html' title='Leminski, no meio do caminho entre Rio e Colorado'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-3566605559129639387</id><published>2008-08-16T00:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:26:52.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma canção de aniversário.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ILRe9dHyby8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ILRe9dHyby8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feliz aniversário! Parabéns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-3566605559129639387?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3566605559129639387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3566605559129639387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/08/uma-cano-de-aniversrio.html' title='Uma canção de aniversário.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1084264110874042550</id><published>2008-08-16T00:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:24:23.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradjianov, livros e  música.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VUD4f1FwrEg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VUD4f1FwrEg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brilhando ao vento,pequena ao vento. Folha, vento e cócegas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1084264110874042550?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1084264110874042550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1084264110874042550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/08/paradjianov-livros-e-msica.html' title='Paradjianov, livros e  música.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-5565396295481103895</id><published>2008-08-06T23:41:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:46:55.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"The more we know, the less we know".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SKZYqzOhGEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAIyInUWAV0/s1600-h/caminhos+principais,+caminhos+secundÃ¡rios.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234969109193627714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SKZYqzOhGEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAIyInUWAV0/s320/caminhos+principais,+caminhos+secund%C3%A1rios.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ter poucas certezas, estar ali, abrir o espaço de ver, ouvir... O que é o tempo? Uma desculpa, apenas. Para esculpir, dançar, escrever, deixar aparecer o espaço, as cores, o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O quadro é de Paul Klee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; "Caminhos principais e caminhos secundários".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-5565396295481103895?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5565396295481103895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5565396295481103895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-we-know-less-we-know.html' title='&quot;The more we know, the less we know&quot;.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SKZYqzOhGEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAIyInUWAV0/s72-c/caminhos+principais,+caminhos+secund%C3%A1rios.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4233227693179642434</id><published>2008-07-08T18:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:38:14.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Galeria: Retratos. Lá na Laura Alvim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Na noite da apresentação do espetáculo “Prelúdios” no Salão Carioca de Humor, &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/claupavesi"&gt;Clau Pavesi &lt;/a&gt;estava lá no escuro, fotografando. Preocupado em não fazer barulho, ainda se desculpa pelo belo ensaio. Conheci o Clau fotografando o circo, mas ele tem ensaios sobres vários temas. Em "Trabalhos" tem também o Gigantes da Lira, no espetáculo da Fundição Progresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4233227693179642434?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4233227693179642434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4233227693179642434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/07/galeria-retratos-l-na-laura-alvim.html' title='Galeria: Retratos. Lá na Laura Alvim'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7421038921637451937</id><published>2008-06-21T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:47:34.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prelúdios" na Laura Alvim - Salão Carioca de Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Duas boas notícias: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;Histórias Possíveis &lt;/a&gt; já vai para o número 22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, preparo minha apresentação no &lt;a href="http://salaocarioca.blogspot.com/2008/06/susana-fuentes-em-preldios.html"&gt;Salão Carioca de Humor&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O espetáculo chama-se &lt;em&gt;Prelúdios&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Será na segunda-feira, dia 23,  às 20hs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;na Casa de Cultura Laura Alvim..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-7421038921637451937?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7421038921637451937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7421038921637451937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/06/preldios-na-laura-alvim-salo-carioca-de.html' title='&quot;Prelúdios&quot; na Laura Alvim - Salão Carioca de Humor'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4857685676126943312</id><published>2008-06-02T16:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:25:05.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Histórias Possíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Também no ar a nova edição, &lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/2008/05/31/edicao-19/"&gt;número 19&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Com os escritores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Henrique Rodrigues, Maurício Melo Júnior, Nereu Afonso da Silva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E convidada especialmente, Adriana Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4857685676126943312?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4857685676126943312'/><link 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Possíveis &lt;/a&gt;em sua Edição número 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-3897121523586827561?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3897121523586827561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3897121523586827561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/05/folha-no-est-no-ar.html' title='A folha no está no ar...'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8466191611968800746</id><published>2008-05-17T20:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:21:39.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubinstein plays Brahms Capriccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/S3LEV5bssmo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S3LEV5bssmo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olá amigos, depois de um tempo fora, volto ao som de um Capriccio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s simply that I have seen too little of you lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8466191611968800746?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8466191611968800746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8466191611968800746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/05/rubinstein-plays-brahms-capriccio.html' title='Rubinstein plays Brahms Capriccio'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1061043640243597042</id><published>2008-05-03T14:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:33:51.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas céu e vento. Большой Детский Хор СССР. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WMAqZ8vaKig' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WMAqZ8vaKig'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O grande coro de crianças... O futuro: apenas céu e vento, diz a música, e alegria diante de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vídeo é admirável. As crianças, algumas de fato concentradas na música, outras com ar de quem faz pose... Mas a solista, ela vê o que está cantando e reparte isso com o coro e o público. Uma verdadeira artista. A platéia dá o tom maior, desengonçado, contente, no balanço de ornamentos de papel, ao som do refrão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zametchátelno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1061043640243597042?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1061043640243597042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1061043640243597042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/05/apenas-cu-e-vento.html' title='Apenas céu e vento. Большой Детский Хор СССР. '/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7362657995819624713</id><published>2008-04-30T11:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:13.998-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias possíveis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SBiHiMvaudI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dP0WLnCWKTw/s1600-h/Pio+Onzinho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195051191777278418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SBiHiMvaudI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dP0WLnCWKTw/s320/Pio+Onzinho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Atenção, atenção!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Histórias Possíveis de novo no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Os autores desta semana são:&lt;br /&gt; Henrique Rodrigues, Maurício Melo Júnior, Nereu Afonso da Silva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta clicar na &lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;tenda&lt;/a&gt; para entrar na revista. Uma pequena homenagem, um dos contos nos remete às ruas... e ao que ali ainda pode nos surpreender...&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/2585710109834174541-7362657995819624713?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7362657995819624713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7362657995819624713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/histrias-possveis_30.html' title='Histórias possíveis...'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SBiHiMvaudI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dP0WLnCWKTw/s72-c/Pio+Onzinho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-5816454149491355440</id><published>2008-04-28T14:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:15:31.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Galeria. Retratos: Maria Helena Kühner e o Catálogo de Dramaturgia Brasileira</title><content type='html'>Café-teatro, circo-teatro, comédia alegórica, dramática ou policial, drama farsesco, histórico, lírico, regional... Fábula poética, histórica, farsa cordelesca. Teatro de bonecos, peça radiofônica, roteiro poético musical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ler a catalogação já é um acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se buscar a peça por autor e título, número de personagens femininos, masculinos, gênero e forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criado por Maria Helena Kühner, o &lt;a href="http://www.kuhner.com.br/catalogo/"&gt;Catálogo de Dramaturgia Brasileira &lt;/a&gt;recebeu o Prêmio Shell de Teatro em 2006, na Categoria Especial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-5816454149491355440?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5816454149491355440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/5816454149491355440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/galeria-retratos-maria-helena-khner-e-o.html' title='Galeria. Retratos: Maria Helena Kühner e o Catálogo de Dramaturgia Brasileira'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1397683355117759995</id><published>2008-04-22T16:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:14.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias Possíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mais uma edição de &lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/2008/04/19/edicao-15/"&gt;Histórias Possíveis &lt;/a&gt;está no ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Contos de André de Leones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prisca Augustoni, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Susana Fuentes e Sofia Stransky .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192148408065505714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SA43d8vaubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YBIDAD718zk/s320/des+paysages+de+laferri%C3%A8re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1397683355117759995?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1397683355117759995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1397683355117759995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/histrias-possveis.html' title='Histórias Possíveis'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/SA43d8vaubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YBIDAD718zk/s72-c/des+paysages+de+laferri%C3%A8re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-6808988198515394618</id><published>2008-04-20T13:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:58:51.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dU_tMRRaPaM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dU_tMRRaPaM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Título do vídeo: Espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Poema "irreconhecimento", de Celina Portocarrero, em interpretação livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema está na página 46 do livro Retro-Retratos e é dedicado a Angela Carneiro. (Rio de Janeiro: 7 Letras,2007)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-6808988198515394618?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6808988198515394618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/6808988198515394618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/espelho_4345.html' title='Espelho'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8352353135570666306</id><published>2008-04-15T11:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:42:24.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um quadro no meio do jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deixo aqui um convite para lerem meu conto na revista do Sesc de São Paulo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Basta entrar na &lt;a href="http://www.sescsp.org.br/sesc/revistas/revistas_link_home.cfm?BreadCrumb=2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revista E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e clicar em ficção inédita (13). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lá está, "Um quadro no meio do jardim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8352353135570666306?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8352353135570666306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8352353135570666306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-quadro-no-meio-do-jardim.html' title='Um quadro no meio do jardim'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1239798412772097959</id><published>2008-04-08T13:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:14.775-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Galeria: Retratos. Selma Egrei. Sirimim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R_ubqXkh2AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9GRQd21-JiU/s1600-h/selma+egrei+sirimim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186910548031297538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R_ubqXkh2AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9GRQd21-JiU/s320/selma+egrei+sirimim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Volto ao Blog nas águas do rio Sirimim, em sua passagem pelo Rio de Janeiro. Não me esqueço da rara oportunidade de ver a peça “Sirimim”: a leitura precisa e sensível de Selma Egrei do universo de Guimarães Rosa. Foi encenada duas noites no Baukurs, no Jardim Botânico e na Barra, como um presente. Prêmio de Teatro Myriam Muniz, cumpriu temporada em São Paulo. Só mesmo num lugar assim: Thea, a diretora do Baukurs, sabe reunir pessoas incríveis neste espaço cultural Brasil-Alemanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para invenção do rio Sirimim em cena, palavra e gesto numa união emocionante: Selma Egrei inventa pessoas, bichos, histórias ao longo do seu leito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem voltei do cinema e vi Selma Egrei em personagem que fala a partir de um retrato. É sua aparição surpresa como a “Falecida”, no filme Chega de Saudade, de Laís Bodanzky. É mais um presente do filme, repleto de pérolas nas interpretações fantásticas do elenco.&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/2585710109834174541-1239798412772097959?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1239798412772097959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1239798412772097959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/04/galeria-retratos-selma-egrei-sirimim.html' title='Galeria: Retratos. Selma Egrei. Sirimim.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R_ubqXkh2AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9GRQd21-JiU/s72-c/selma+egrei+sirimim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7272044603818055666</id><published>2008-01-31T14:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:15.122-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Papéis, a..penas... papéis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R6H-7bqBl5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LdklQl_AyzM/s1600-h/mao+e+folha+s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161686944933058450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R6H-7bqBl5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LdklQl_AyzM/s320/mao+e+folha+s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na cena sou vista e vejo também: a vida da cena, dos objetos. Deslizo, perigosamente, como um corpo que deixasse de protagonizar seu próprio enterro. Esse é o lado que escreve. Saio da cena direto para o burburinho da sala. Como se num espanto acompanhasse o amigo querido – por que chora? – no seu gesto de inclinar-se sobre o caixão.&lt;br /&gt;Rápida, volto em seguida, no tropeço entre uma casa e outra. Mas vale o risco. Atuar, escrever, intercalar papéis, inventar papéis. Transitar entre duas casas é também deixar pistas. Como acordar do sonho e encontrar um bilhete que só no sonho eu poderia ter escrito. Depois disso, como tarda a noite a chegar. Aumenta o tempo de espera até avistar na penumbra: lá vem o sonho outra vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-7272044603818055666?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7272044603818055666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7272044603818055666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2008/01/papis-apenas-papis.html' title='Papéis, a..penas... papéis.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R6H-7bqBl5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LdklQl_AyzM/s72-c/mao+e+folha+s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8149025903298369868</id><published>2007-12-27T13:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:15.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida, amor, livros, flores, música, arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R3PGNCQSnEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0zQPJNalKZU/s1600-h/buenosaires5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148676726260407362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R3PGNCQSnEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0zQPJNalKZU/s320/buenosaires5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life can deprive us of freedom, of health... but cannot take away from us our thoughts or our imagination, and there is always love, music, art, flowers, and books. And the passionate interest in everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Rubinstein, &lt;em&gt;My young years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8149025903298369868?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8149025903298369868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8149025903298369868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida-amor-livros-flores-msica-arte.html' title='Vida, amor, livros, flores, música, arte'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R3PGNCQSnEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0zQPJNalKZU/s72-c/buenosaires5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4760811492083298579</id><published>2007-12-22T14:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:04:36.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns! Rememorar, comemorar...</title><content type='html'>Celina Portocarrero  recebeu o &lt;em&gt;Prêmio Açorianos de Literatura&lt;/em&gt;. Seu prêmio veio pelas mãos de Proust: &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lpm-editores.com.br/v3/site/default.asp?TroncoID=805133&amp;amp;SecaoID=836333&amp;amp;SubsecaoID=&amp;amp;FiltroListagem=&amp;amp;Pag=1&amp;amp;FiltroCategoria=*&amp;amp;FiltroCampo=Titulo&amp;amp;FiltroStr=amor+de+swann&amp;amp;FiltroOrdem=Referencia%2CCreatedOn+DESC&amp;amp;Filtrar=Filtrar"&gt;Um amor de Swann&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; da L&amp;amp;PM Editores. Edição agora consagrada na categoria Tradução em Língua Francesa... Parabéns à tradutora e poeta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para celebrar, seu poema &lt;a href="http://paginas.terra.com.br/arte/dubitoergosum/a160.htm"&gt;Infância&lt;/a&gt;, na páginas de literatura e espanto do &lt;a href="http://paginas.terra.com.br/arte/dubitoergosum/index.htm"&gt;Dubito ergo sum&lt;/a&gt;. Para rememorar... e comemorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4760811492083298579?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4760811492083298579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4760811492083298579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/parabns-rememorar-comemorar.html' title='Parabéns! Rememorar, comemorar...'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-470896496207712246</id><published>2007-12-12T01:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:49:16.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haicais de Jiddu, lâmina e pluma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Para Adriana, um haiquase do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/soho/lofts/1418/jiddu.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jiddu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;amigo meu e também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;mímico, poeta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;na sua mistura suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;de norte e sul do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TANGERINAS&lt;br /&gt;NA CASA AO LADO&lt;br /&gt;O DIA TODO PERFUMADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Depois de visitar o marrom coisa-do-outro-mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;capa coisa-do-outro-mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;voltei para deixar mais estes tercetos, alguns dos meus favoritos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A Haikaica de Jiddu, como ele os apresenta. Em lâmina e pluma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDORINHAS NO CÉU&lt;br /&gt;VOANDO: UM BANDO&lt;br /&gt;DE PAPEL PICADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AO LADO DO SAPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A PEDRA&lt;br /&gt;COAXA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BÚFALOS&lt;br /&gt;NO PASTO&lt;br /&gt;RUMINAM O VERDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do crepúsculo ao outro dia &lt;/em&gt;(T'ai editora digital)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-470896496207712246?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/470896496207712246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/470896496207712246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/haicais-de-jiddu-lmina-e-pluma.html' title='Haicais de Jiddu, lâmina e pluma...'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-2474906883732178166</id><published>2007-12-12T01:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:12:10.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakushisha. E em duas folhas se abre. A foto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;MAL GERMINOU&lt;br /&gt;E EM DUAS FOLHAS SE ABRE&lt;br /&gt;SEMENTE DE CAQUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cabana de Basho, um haicai traduzido pela autora de &lt;em&gt;Rakushisha&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://caquiscaidos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adriana Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;. E quem visitar seu blog agora, verá uma foto belíssima. Li o romance num só fôlego. Entre impressões marcantes, um pedaço ficou, procurando-me, curiosamente antecedia exatamente os versos acima.&lt;br /&gt;Leio onde está 27 de junho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagino o motivo de ter esquecido como se chora. Talvez a água das lágrimas atrapalhe o caminho. Talvez deixe os mapas nublados.” [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sigo as linhas até o silêncio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Entrei na banheira, a água apenas ligeiramente morna, hoje está um pouco mais quente do que ontem eu acho. Meu corpo se disfarçou sob a água e sua nata de sabão. Os joelhos dobrados ficaram de fora. E os pés, apoiados na borda da banheira.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei. Fechei os olhos e tentei. Quem sabe imersa ali, no elemento irmão, eu pudesse voltar a produzi-las, a convencer as glândulas a interromper sua greve, seu retiro, a lutar contra sua disfunção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nada. Ou talvez algum sinal, um peso novo subindo pelos ossos do meu rosto, como se eu estivesse quase conseguindo? Um peso tão discreto, tão suave que eu poderia nem ter percebido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os olhos continuaram secos. Afundei a cabeça na água, o silêncio estranho do elemento que não é nem nunca foi o meu tapou meus ouvidos. Meus cabelos transformados em algas de algum pequeno mar anônimo. O rosto ficou de fora. Seco.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-2474906883732178166?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/2474906883732178166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/2474906883732178166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/rakushisha-e-em-duas-folhas-se-abre.html' title='Rakushisha. E em duas folhas se abre. A foto.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-4250619512797762147</id><published>2007-12-12T01:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:14:23.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Leben der Anderen. A Vida dos Outros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;"Parece, portanto, que homens e mulheres falham igualmente. Parece que não conhecemos em absoluto uma opinião profunda, imparcial e absolutamente justa sobre nossos próximos. Ou somos homens, ou somos mulheres. Ou somos frios, ou somos sentimentais. Ou somos jovens, ou estamos envelhecendo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Virginia Woolf. Depois do filme, em algumas palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-4250619512797762147?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4250619512797762147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/4250619512797762147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-leben-der-anderen-vida-dos-outros.html' title='Das Leben der Anderen. A Vida dos Outros'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-280404758810696467</id><published>2007-12-09T12:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:15.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer el mar era una ausencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1v_JmdbEuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYYRcYwB06E/s1600-h/CITY2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141983939981415138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1v_JmdbEuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYYRcYwB06E/s320/CITY2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoy he sabido la verdad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mi casa estuvo cerrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;todo el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yo alejado y usted más lejano aún&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;entre sus sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Al regresar, alguien ha dicho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"le estuvieron esperando ayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;toda la noche", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y me dieron las señas que a usted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;le corresponden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Más tarde, entre el estupor de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y mi cansancio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he recebido la noticia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que aún arde entre los vagos lirios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de la frente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Su alumno Francisco ha muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ayer temprano."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ayer temprano el mar era una ausencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;era sólo un pretexto de la cansada tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;El cielo germinaba sus palomas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y las nubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;brillaban como una anunciación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas hoy dejo abierta mi casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;al aire de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;para que pueda usted entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Galindo Lena&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A foto: um dia de dezembro... na antiga estação de trem. Jovellanos, Matanzas... Cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/2585710109834174541-280404758810696467?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/280404758810696467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/280404758810696467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/12/ayer-el-mar-era-una-ausencia.html' title='Ayer el mar era una ausencia'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1v_JmdbEuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYYRcYwB06E/s72-c/CITY2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-8720596048115736146</id><published>2007-11-30T20:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:40:11.193-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar afora. Galeria: Retratos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Recorto aqui um enigma e duas pérolas do livro &lt;a href="http://retroretratos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retro-Retratos&lt;/a&gt;, de Celina Portocarrero, publicado pela 7Letras.&lt;br /&gt;Mar afora, uma pausa. E dois poemas breves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar afora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse-nos um dia&lt;br /&gt;o mestre&lt;br /&gt;que navegar era preciso:&lt;br /&gt;                        obedecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que viver&lt;br /&gt;não seja preciso&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu-se o mestre&lt;br /&gt;de ensinar o ancorar:&lt;br /&gt;                        perdemo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta a quase imorredoura&lt;br /&gt;pouco importa&lt;br /&gt;se ilusória ou vã&lt;br /&gt;bússola que nos aponte&lt;br /&gt;o caminho do esquecer:&lt;br /&gt;                        sonhemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de armas e bagagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo se muda.&lt;br /&gt;A alma? Anda muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à beira de um almodóvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se ataques não tiver,&lt;br /&gt;se algum drama não fizer,&lt;br /&gt;como conservar a calma&lt;br /&gt;nessa alma&lt;br /&gt;de mulher?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-8720596048115736146?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8720596048115736146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/8720596048115736146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/mar-afora-galeria-retratos.html' title='Mar afora. Galeria: Retratos'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1478926320571098021</id><published>2007-11-29T14:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:15.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Cachucha. Galeria: Retratos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1ArxIfIZRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h1uNkD4Wn0k/s1600-R/performance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138655297921377554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1ArxIfIZRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zcP6CZCeiRY/s320/performance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem conhece a atriz Regina Gutman, não será difícil reconhecê-la no conto Maria Cachucha, do meu primeiro livro, Escola de Gigantes. Regina Gutman é também a palhaça Vovó Passarinho, é ela na foto com o livro de Fellini nas mãos... Leitora invejável, passeia entre os russos: da antologia de contos de Tchekhov traduzidos por Boris Schnaiderman, montou “Queridinha” no Teatro Sergio Porto. Às vezes podemos vê-la no programa Arte com Sergio Britto, com quem colabora na pesquisa de textos, traduções, leituras dramatizadas... e outras habilidades como as que inspiraram o conto. Além dos personagens no palco, ainda vira personagem de livro. É um prato cheio. Quem a conhece, sabe disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA CACHUCHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“[...] Diante do espelho da cômoda gigante, armário alto e antigo, Maria Cachucha desfaz o penteado. Os cachos têm o cobre da madeira, como se tomassem emprestado a tinta do vestido para combinar as cores. Caracóis soprados da testa atropelam os ombros, duplicam-se no espelho. Quem observasse de longe veria de uma só vez duas Marias, dois vestidos, dois vermelhos, duplicadas estampas de sóis e luas. Até o fim da ilusão: a porta do armário se abre e somem as duas, à procura de qualquer coisa escondida. Mas fechada a porta, nada na mão nem de uma Maria nem da outra. É que às vezes é fechar e abrir só por gosto, como se faz com os olhos e com as gavetas.&lt;br /&gt;[...] Um dia, embravecida, Cachucha deu com o mofo no armário. Entristeceu-se até que descobriu: os respiradouros estavam tapados com tinta. Daí inventou grande tarefa, reconstruir furo por furo, com a pontinha da velha tesoura de unha. Operação cautelosa que deveria durar vários dias, o suficiente para o armário encher de ar os pulmões. Portas infladas como o ar emburrado das bochechas. Assim, a cada dia, uma nova tarefa aparece, sem que se saiba bem de onde. Tal como trocar a lâmpada do abajur feito de bolinhas de gude: há que se despejar todas as bolinhas no chão – para o deleite dos gatos. Os gatunos já contam com esses detalhes miúdos da arrumação da casa e ficariam ofendidos se não fosse assim, sempre ao avesso, a arrumação das coisas. ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escola de Gigantes&lt;/em&gt;, 7Letras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A foto é do Celso Pereira, num flagrante da performance das atrizes (Mônica Müller e Fabiana Poppius) no caminho para o Jardim Botânico, no dia em que inventamos um circo na praça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1478926320571098021?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1478926320571098021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1478926320571098021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/maria-cachucha-galeria-retratos.html' title='Maria Cachucha. Galeria: Retratos.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/R1ArxIfIZRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zcP6CZCeiRY/s72-c/performance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-3131685047123731600</id><published>2007-11-26T13:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:49:48.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Está no ar a primeira edição de “Histórias Possíveis”, revista literária virtual criada pelo André de Leones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O endereço é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://historiaspossiveis.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-3131685047123731600?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3131685047123731600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/3131685047123731600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/est-no-ar-primeira-edio-de-histrias.html' title=''/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7986407007541050041</id><published>2007-11-12T20:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:16.061-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laferrière e Nabokov. Des papillons. Estudo das borboletas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjVIAadDtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XuRVDzRCMM8/s1600-h/laferriÃ¨re+et+nabokov+dans+le+livrejpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132086108915306194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjVIAadDtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XuRVDzRCMM8/s320/laferri%C3%A8re+et+nabokov+dans+le+livrejpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estudo de borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sobre Dany Laferrière  e Vladimir Nabokov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A fita serpenteia não por acaso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Serpente, borboletas e arlequins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y mariposas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;         et des papillons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And butterflies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; i babotchkie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;und Schmetterling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/2585710109834174541-7986407007541050041?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7986407007541050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7986407007541050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/laferrire-e-nabokov-des-papillons.html' title='Laferrière e Nabokov. Des papillons. Estudo das borboletas.'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjVIAadDtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XuRVDzRCMM8/s72-c/laferri%C3%A8re+et+nabokov+dans+le+livrejpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-7600169186931071015</id><published>2007-11-12T20:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:16.219-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laferrière...Nabokov... e suas paisagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjPCQadDqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Dj8ewWb4aC8/s1600-h/port-au-prince+et+petersburg+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132079413061291682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjPCQadDqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Dj8ewWb4aC8/s320/port-au-prince+et+petersburg+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Des pays et des paysages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;de LAFERRIÈRE et NABOKOV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Port-au-Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Petersburgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing is by chance.. Nada é por acaso. As duas fotos saíram lado a lado entre aquelas de vários países no Jornal do Brasil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto eu passeava pelas duas paisagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;para escrever meu romance, que começa a partir de um encontro com os dois autores... Dany Laferrière e Vladimir Nabokov.&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/2585710109834174541-7600169186931071015?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7600169186931071015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/7600169186931071015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/laferrirenabokov-e-suas-paisagens.html' title='Laferrière...Nabokov... e suas paisagens'/><author><name>susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783624861093494989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/Ry-ULF77VgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ticjRPSMbYc/s320/preludios004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzjPCQadDqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Dj8ewWb4aC8/s72-c/port-au-prince+et+petersburg+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2585710109834174541.post-1152710023872155512</id><published>2007-11-10T19:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:16.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance e filmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzYtDQadDpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8CMgbJYdOzE/s1600-h/susan+F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131338359404039826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gAKH01hGZYw/RzYtDQadDpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8CMgbJYdOzE/s320/susan+F3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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diversas linguagens no filme curta-metragem com título provisório  "O teste", direção de Eunice Gutman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contracenam artistas do circo, teatro de revista e um convidado especial...&lt;br /&gt;Quem será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2585710109834174541-1152710023872155512?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1152710023872155512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1152710023872155512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Os des-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;conhecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eles têm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;larga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;em nosso destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;que dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;após&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;rainer maria rilke&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/2585710109834174541-1591903142936075791?l=entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1591903142936075791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2585710109834174541/posts/default/1591903142936075791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entretrancosetamancos.blogspot.com/2007/11/os-desconhecidos.html' 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