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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-3707216224631062626</id><published>2008-08-01T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:54:49.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vitor da Trindade'/><title type='text'>Vitor da Trindade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOFlYrAXPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Iu60op1ImYA/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229670469631761650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOFlYrAXPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Iu60op1ImYA/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOFluKILPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RMz1YKoQLvE/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229670475399441650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOFluKILPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RMz1YKoQLvE/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vitor da Trindade declama e canta no sarau&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/8791618706576371065-3707216224631062626?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/3707216224631062626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=3707216224631062626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/3707216224631062626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOD4vsYDDI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XJX6ybiMZEI/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229668603205782578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOD4vsYDDI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XJX6ybiMZEI/s400/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fábio&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/8791618706576371065-504009327991444251?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/504009327991444251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=504009327991444251' title='0 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOCvLUByWI/AAAAAAAAAmo/P3vpuw5s8UM/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fily Kanouté e seu filho tocam com João, Gabriel e Dinho Nascimento&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/8791618706576371065-7133594241981566442?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/7133594241981566442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=7133594241981566442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7133594241981566442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7133594241981566442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/08/fily-kanout.html' title='Fily Kanouté'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJOCuj_gRII/AAAAAAAAAmg/ALqbjn-C8pM/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-6313855237968201257</id><published>2008-07-31T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:08:01.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurindo Touretta'/><title type='text'>Laurindo Touretta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI2_UhfnUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NeZB5rAYkqQ/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229302578799418690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI2_UhfnUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NeZB5rAYkqQ/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI2_HRY8CI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GujJXXQm3Pg/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229302575242211362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI2_HRY8CI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GujJXXQm3Pg/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurindo Touretta declamou "Tudo Isso" de autoria própria e "Infância" de Olavo Bilac&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/8791618706576371065-6313855237968201257?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/6313855237968201257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=6313855237968201257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/6313855237968201257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/6313855237968201257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/laurindo-touretta.html' title='Laurindo Touretta'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI2_UhfnUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NeZB5rAYkqQ/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-2272679052905119517</id><published>2008-07-31T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:59:10.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecília Pellegrini'/><title type='text'>Cecília Pellegrini</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI1SFee_EI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xocPQ9O0d94/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300702154521666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI1SFee_EI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xocPQ9O0d94/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI1SeEE1GI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JIkbDxgzq58/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300708754642018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJI1SeEE1GI/AAAAAAAAAl4/JIkbDxgzq58/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cecília Pellegrini canta Geraldo Filme&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/8791618706576371065-2272679052905119517?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/2272679052905119517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-5443583228813652964</id><published>2008-07-31T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:53:14.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clóvis Ribeiro'/><title type='text'>Clóvis Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJIzn_fwl2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/HekG639Ppg0/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298879483123554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJIzn_fwl2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/HekG639Ppg0/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJIznnCA66I/AAAAAAAAAlg/oXsKE_iGa60/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229298872915913634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJIznnCA66I/AAAAAAAAAlg/oXsKE_iGa60/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clóvis Ribeiro: Sempre presente em nossos saraus&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/8791618706576371065-5443583228813652964?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/5443583228813652964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=5443583228813652964' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/5443583228813652964'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Rui Mascarenhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDfLgqMB9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/lb6jweoPP40/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228924556215584722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDfLgqMB9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/lb6jweoPP40/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDfLY8bgmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gHZEl6burSM/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228924554144612962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDfLY8bgmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gHZEl6burSM/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rui Mascarenhas: MEIOHOMEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acesse o blog do poeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meiohomem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clique Aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/8791618706576371065-6008276980749511851?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/6008276980749511851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=6008276980749511851' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/6008276980749511851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/6008276980749511851'/><link 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDcZK50GbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w7hisLLnRdA/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228921492358830514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDcZK50GbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w7hisLLnRdA/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDcZYPPnxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/frVQOoR2erw/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228921495938375442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDcZYPPnxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/frVQOoR2erw/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cláudio Laureatti é autor de "Caminho Luz"&lt;/span&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/8791618706576371065-8949209388864161604?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDcZK50GbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/w7hisLLnRdA/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-154470283192829695</id><published>2008-07-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:22:43.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinho Nascimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDbdP6sCRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GL_0OJNv7ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228920462912522514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SJDbdP6sCRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GL_0OJNv7ZQ/s400/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinho Nascimento lê poesia de Solano Trindade&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/8791618706576371065-154470283192829695?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/154470283192829695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=154470283192829695' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/154470283192829695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/154470283192829695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinho-nascimento.html' title='Dinho 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hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI45Z6wlyoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/JDbA7-C9Ra0/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luiz Lima é autor do livro "Vivendo a Sociedade Alternativa" - Raul Seixas e o seu tempo&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/8791618706576371065-2141257982768810562?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/2141257982768810562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=2141257982768810562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-7794481035464881140?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/7794481035464881140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=7794481035464881140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7794481035464881140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7794481035464881140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/ansio-mello-jnior.html' title='Anísio Mello Júnior'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48geqkhFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/eHJlUqNdpqI/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48gidwU1I/AAAAAAAAAko/sRvy3gepkrE/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228182747128812370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48gidwU1I/AAAAAAAAAko/sRvy3gepkrE/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48g9BCdjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mBR7yekwqF8/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228182754256123442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48g9BCdjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mBR7yekwqF8/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A dupla Jorge Souto e Jerônimo Pinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SI48geqkhFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/eHJlUqNdpqI/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-7857637862298082390</id><published>2008-07-25T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:59:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solano Trindade: Menino do Recife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesta quinta-feira, dia 24, foi comemorado o centenário do "Poeta do Povo" Solano Trindade. Abaixo você lê uma entrevista com Raquel Trindade, filha de Solano, publicada pelo portal da Revista Raiz no dia 18 deste mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistaraiz.uol.com.br/portal/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1384&amp;amp;Itemid=183"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clique Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e leia a matéria + fotos no Portal Raiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por Luiza Delamare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; Qual é o significado da comemoração do centenário de Solano Trindade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; Para mim, as comemorações do centenário são muito importantes porque eu acompanhei a luta dele. E aí vejo que frutificou a semente que ele plantou. Inclusive, você vê que eu continuei o trabalho. Agora estão aí meu filho e meus netos. A coisa vai e não pára. E isso está bem dentro do poema que ele diz: “Só morrerei depois de amanhã”. Então é muito importante porque eu, como companheira de luta dele, vi que valeu pesquisar na fonte de origem e devolver ao povo em forma de arte. O que ele fazia  é o que a gente está fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; luta pela igualdade racial foi muito importante na vida de seu pai. Como você absorveu isso dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; O Brasil é um país muito preconceituoso, mas papai me falava também dos negros conscientes, dos brancos sem preconceito. Dizia que eu não podia generalizar. Desde menina eu sei que a gente tem que ter cuidado. A gente sabe que tem o preconceito, sabe que tem a discriminação e que isso independe de setores da sociedade. Tem preconceito nos pobres, nos ricos. Mas também têm pobres e ricos brancos que não são preconceituosos. Todos anseiam melhorar culturalmente, mas alguns têm oportunidade e outros, não. Ele também me ensinou muito sobre a resistência, a resistir mesmo com os obstáculos que a gente enfrenta, principalmente, com a arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; Como está a questão da discriminação atualmente? Você diria que hoje preconceito acontece de forma mais sutil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; A discriminação continua muito forte, mas a luta também é grande. O negro está mais organizado, está se organizando em muitas entidades. E tem também uma juventude branca muito interessada na cultura negra. Inclusive no meio universitário e na imprensa, é preciso que existam esses jovens com uma grande visão das coisas e que apóie a gente. Existem vários tipos de preconceito. Por exemplo, eu sou negra, nordestina, artista popular, pobre e ‘candomblezera’. Quando a gente fala das religiões de matrizes africanas, as pessoas ainda têm muito preconceito, e não tem nada de mau. Exu não é o diabo. Ele é meio humano, meio divino. Os orixás são energias da natureza. Existe um preconceito muito grande contra o nordestino, e eu sou pernambucana. Existe um preconceito muito grande com a mulher, eu sou mulher, graças a Deus! E existe o preconceito contra o pobre. Por exemplo, eu vivo simplesmente, aí a pessoa vem comprar um quadro e, quando vê que minha casa é muito simples, não quer pagar o preço que o quadro vale. Então isso é preconceito contra o pobre. A discriminação é muito forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; De que maneira você acha que a educação pode diminuir a barreira que ainda existe entre negros e brancos? Qual é o espaço que há para a cultura negra nas escolas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; Hoje tem uns meninos aqui na comunidade que estão na quinta série e não sabem nada de geografia, não sabem nada de história. Quer dizer, estão tentando melhorar, mas ainda não acharam um caminho. Agora, a cota é necessária por causa da discriminação. Se não houvesse a discriminação, não precisava ter as cotas. Só que também tem uma coisa: se o aluno não é preparado desde o ensino fundamental, principalmente a criança negra e pobre, que precisa estudar em uma escola pública, a escola tinha que estar mais forte e os professores mais preparados. A maioria dos professores não sabe nada sobre o Brasil nem sobre a nossa história, sabe só superficialmente. Agora com essa lei da cultura negra nas escolas, eu estou muito preocupada, porque seria muito bom se as pessoas que fossem ensinar conhecessem de fato a cultura negra. Eu estou vendo muitos erros, tem filmes dizendo que Zumbi era Xangô, sendo que ele era Zaze. Outra coisa: como que você vai dar uma aula de cultura negra sem conhecer as religiões de matriz africana em uma escola onde a maioria é evangélica ou católica? Aqui no Embu teve o caso de uma menina que teve que passar pelo ritual de candomblé e tinha de andar de turbante e as outras crianças a ridicularizaram. E a professora não tinha como defendê-la, porque também não conhece nada e suspendeu a menina. Quer dizer, isso é um horror, ainda falta muita coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; A cultura popular ainda é vista apenas como curiosidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; É, é vista como curiosidade. Os grupos de cultura popular deviam ter muito mais apoio. Se eles não estiverem organizados com muito papel e com muita burocracia, não conseguem um tostão, porque se exige muita papelada? Aqui eu tenho sorte porque tenho amigos que me orientam com essas coisas. Mas a maioria dos grupos populares não tem essa condição, não tem dinheiro para ficar tirando papel um atrás do outro. São exigidas muitas coisas para se conseguir verba. Existem universitários que fazem grupos de danças populares e conseguem o incentivo, mas os grupos raízes mesmo não conseguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portal RAIZ.:&lt;/strong&gt; Você poderia contar um pouco das lembranças do convívio com seu pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel Trindade:&lt;/strong&gt; As lembranças são muito boas, ele era um pai maravilhoso, dava muita atenção para nós, crianças. Com 8 anos ele me levava para ver exposições de arte, me levava na Pinacoteca, no Teatro Municipal. Ele gostava de música popular, mas também gostava de música erudita. Ele me levava para conhecer o balé-afro da Mercedes Batista. Depois me levava para assistir à orquestra afro-brasileira do Abigail Moura. Minha mãe e ele iam ensinar dança no Teatro Folclórico do Aroldo Costa e, depois que mudamos para Duque de Caxias, ele fazia festas com muito folclore, com muita arte. Ele conversava muito comigo sobre discriminação racional. Dizia que eu devia ter orgulho de ser negra, mas que eu devia ser amiga de todas as raças. E também falava dos problemas do povo. Na década de 50, ele já falava do direito da criança, porque naquela época as crianças apanhavam muito e ele era contra isso. Ele brincava com a gente – era fantástico! – e falava de poesia. Eu era testemunha das reuniões da célula Tiradentes, que era do Partido Comunista. Eu ouvia sobre a classe operária, e minha mãe, que era presbiteriana, servia cafezinho para os comunistas. Também lembro que ele se reunia em um bar chamado Vermelhinho. Onde se encontravam intelectuais, militantes de esquerda, poetas, atores. E eu, desde criança, tinha contato com essa gente toda: Aldemir Martins, a pintora Djanira. Meu pai criou junto com a minha mãe, Margarida da Trindade, e o sociólogo Edson Carneiro, o Teatro Popular Brasileiro. Viajamos por toda a Europa.  Mesmo na adolescência, eu acompanhava muito meu pai. A gente ia pra tudo quanto era lugar, a gente era companheiro mesmo. Eu via muita arte através dele, muita poesia. E via, principalmente, a luta dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-7857637862298082390?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/7857637862298082390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=7857637862298082390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7857637862298082390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7857637862298082390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/solano-trindade-menino-do-recife.html' title='Solano Trindade: Menino do Recife'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-2461508037277550912</id><published>2008-07-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:08:16.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os poetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SIZTg4t5KJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YshH_LMrjNE/s1600-h/07_SP2008_TremeTerra_032_L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225956242055833746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SIZTg4t5KJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/YshH_LMrjNE/s320/07_SP2008_TremeTerra_032_L.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rui Mascarenhas, Paulo Almeida, Dinho Nascimento e Claudio Laureatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto enviada via email por &lt;a href="http://meiohomem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rui Mascarenhas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-2461508037277550912?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/2461508037277550912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=2461508037277550912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-3987652176474700383</id><published>2008-07-16T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:48:23.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau celebra o poeta do povo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Associação Cultural do Morro do Querosene promove neste sábado, dia 19 de Julho, às 17 horas, o Sarau do Querô na sede do Projeto Treme Terra em celebração ao Centenário de Solano Trindade, nascido em 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Solano Trindade nasceu em Recife, Pernambuco, no dia 24 de Julho. Chegou à cidade de Embu em 1961 e foi um dos precursores do movimento que a transformaria em Embu das Artes. Ator, teatrólogo, folclorista, pintor e poeta, escreveu poemas marcantes como “Tem gente com fome”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sarau do Querô é um espaço aberto para que poetas, músicos, dançarinos e outros artistas mostrem seus trabalhos através de intervenções livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a sexta edição do sarau que já homenageou o poeta Plínio Marcos, destacou a importância da água em nossa sociedade, falou sobre a influência indígena em nossa cultura, debateu sobre a Mãe Terra e adentrou a universidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sarau do Querô conta com o patrocínio da Secretaria de Estado da Cultura, através do PAC 15, e tem o apoio do Movimento Jovem Consciente, através do Projeto Treme Terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente com fome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;“Trem sujo da Leopoldina,/ Correndo correndo,/Parece dizer:/ Tem gente com fome,/ Tem gente com fome,/ Tem gente com fome.../ Piiiii!/(...) Só nas estações,/Quando vai parando,/Lentamente, começa a dizer:/Se tem gente com fome,/Dai de comer.../Se tem gente com fome,/Dai de comer.../Mas o freio de ar,/Todo autoritário,/Manda o trem calar:/Psiuuuuu...”Solano Trindade&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/8791618706576371065-3987652176474700383?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/3987652176474700383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=3987652176474700383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/3987652176474700383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/3987652176474700383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/sarau-celebra-o-poeta-do-povo.html' title='Sarau celebra o poeta do povo'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-7181248978914994983</id><published>2008-07-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:12:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau do Querô emociona o Canil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Paulo Almeida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Sarau do Querô – Rosas de Drummond e Guimarães propôs resgatar o clima de “A Rosa do Povo”, obra-prima do itabirano e celebrar o centenário de Guimarães Rosa, nascido em 1908, curiosamente o ano de falecimento de Machado de Assis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho. No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra”. Aos brados de Paulo Almeida e Cláudio Laureatti formou-se, chamando a atenção dos presentes, um cortejo no local que removeu a pedra da entrada levando-a para o meio do Canil, com a clara intenção de manter público o Canil e oficializá-lo como ponto de encontro para as artes e a cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221507902160060370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaFxbQlP9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/tdj3j8TrTEY/s320/DSC03762.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Interpretando o poema “A Flor e a Náusea”, Paulo Almeida (preso à sua classe e às suas roupas) e Cláudio Laureatti (com os olhos sujos no relógio da torre) deram ao público uma esperança mínima. Prosseguiu o sarau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221508850152422018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaGomzkuoI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q9M_QHcbv8w/s320/DSC03771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cecília joga pétalas montada na burrica"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Flor e a Náusea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preso à minha classe e a algumas roupas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou de branco pela rua cinzenta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melancolias, mercadorias espreitam-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devo seguir até o enjôo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso, sem armas, revoltar-me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos sujos no relógio da torre:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, o tempo não chegou de completa justiça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo é ainda de fezes, maus poemas, alucinações e espera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo pobre, o poeta pobre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fundem-se no mesmo impasse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em vão me tento explicar, os muros são surdos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sob a pele das palavras há cifras e códigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol consola os doentes e não os renova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas. Que tristes são as coisas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consideradas sem ênfase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vomitar esse tédio sobre a cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarenta anos e nenhum problema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;resolvido, sequer colocado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nenhuma carta escrita nem recebida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os homens voltam para casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estão menos livres mas levam jornais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e soletram o mundo, sabendo que o perdem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crimes da terra, como perdoá-los?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomei parte em muitos, outros escondi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns achei belos, foram publicados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crimes suaves, que ajudam a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ração diária de erro, distribuída em casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os ferozes padeiros do mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os ferozes leiteiros do mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pôr fogo em tudo, inclusive em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao menino de 1918 chamavam anarquista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porém meu ódio é o melhor de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com ele me salvo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e dou a poucos uma esperança mínima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma flor nasceu na rua!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passem de longe, bondes, ônibus, rio de aço do tráfego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma flor ainda desbotada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ilude a polícia, rompe o asfalto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Façam completo silêncio, paralisem os negócios,&lt;br /&gt;garanto que uma flor nasceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua cor não se percebe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suas pétalas não se abrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu nome não está nos livros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É feia. Mas é realmente uma flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sento-me no chão da capital do país às cinco horas da tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e lentamente passo a mão nessa forma insegura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do lado das montanhas, nuvens maciças avolumam-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pequenos pontos brancos movem-se no mar, galinhas em pânico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É feia. Mas é uma flor. Furou o asfalto, o tédio, o nojo e o ódio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Sarau do Querô prosseguiu convocando o poeta Silvio Diogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221509457996162754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaHL_M0JsI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mUX34Jolrm8/s320/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tivemos em seguida as intervenções de Berimba de Jesus e Caco Pontes do Coletivo Poesia Maloqueirista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221510261811410386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaH6xpTddI/AAAAAAAAAhU/v1oo_7xWCZQ/s200/DSC03784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221510278038766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaH7uGNRFI/AAAAAAAAAhc/4SFIBU3fCvs/s200/DSC03787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A apresentação de Dinho Nascimento transcende qualquer comentário: Cantando versos de Drummond e em seguida de Gregório de Matos (triste Bahia, ó quão dessemelhante ), mestre Dinho também nos encantou com sua técnica solando o clássica “Berimbau Blues”, um dos pontos altos do evento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221511152109482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaIumQ58CI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1imxqG18buU/s320/DSC03816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O poeta Rui Mascarenhas conseguiu manter a alta voltagem reverberando sua poesia com todo aquele sotaque baiano, calor e malícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221511631007981858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaJKeTNISI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e25e7NA8Vn4/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O poeta Ivan Antunes trouxe para a poesia o movimento das ruas do Largo. 13 de Maio. “Atestado médico na hora; Compro ouro, Dólar e Euro. Pago bem”, interagiu com o público de forma descontraída e criativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221512120355776258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaJm9Qz5wI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QDSHCxSWklI/s320/DSC03851.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A apresentação de João Roquer e Lika Rosa (da Banda Branco Augustus) foi marcante. Com canções de autoria da dupla a bela Lika escalou o teto do Canil e cadenciada pelo violão folk de João Roquer ambos nos proporcionaram um momento lúdico e inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221513278797899474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaKqYy75tI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W7A2U4MK4HM/s320/DSC03852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221513271451395538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaKp9bZJdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tZH_mKsFR5Y/s320/DSC03872.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cláudio Laureatti e Paulo Almeida retornaram à cena com o poema de Drummond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retrato de Família&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este retrato de família&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está um tanto empoeirado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não se vê no rosto do pai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto dinheiro ele ganhou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas mãos dos tios não se percebem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As viagens que ambos fizeram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A avô ficou lisa, amarela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem memórias da monarquia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meninos, como estão mudados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O rosto de Pedro é tranqüilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usou os melhores sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E João não é mais mentiroso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O jardim tornou-se fantástico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As flores são placas cinzentas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a areia, sob pés extintos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um oceano de névoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No semicírculo das cadeiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota-se um certo movimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As crianças trocam de lugar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sem barulho: é um retrato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinte anos é um grande tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modela qualquer imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se uma figura vai murchando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outra, sorrindo, se propõe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses estranhos assentados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus parentes? Não acredito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São visitas se divertindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa sala que se abre pouco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficaram traços de família&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdidos no jeito dos corpos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bastante para sugerir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que um corpo é cheio de surpresas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moldura deste retrato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em vão prende seus personagens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estão ali voluntariamente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saberiam — se preciso — voar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderiam sutilizar-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No claro-escuro do salão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ir morar no fundo dos móveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou no bolso de velhos coletes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A casa tem muitas gavetas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E papéis, escadas compridas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe a malícia das coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a matéria se aborrece?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O retrato não me responde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele me fita e se contempla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos meus olhos empoeirados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no cristal se multiplicam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os parentes mortos e vivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não distingo os que se foram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos que restaram. Percebo apenas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A estranha idéia de família&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viajando através da carne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paulinho do Centro Acadêmico relatou aos presentes A Saga de Joselito, o sem noção. Joselito, um dos cães que perambulam pela USP, defendendo seu território atracou-se com um pitbull. Bastante prejudicado pelo entrevero o olho do animal infeccionou, serviu como hospedeiro para moscas e cheirando muito mal Joselito foi albergado em algumas casas, inclusive no Morro do Querosene de onde fugiu retornando à USP. A saga de Joselito, relatada com velas e palavras de louvação à coragem e resistência do intrépido cão, dá-nos uma idéia da solidariedade e de nossos “cãocidadãos”. É isso aí, Paulinho. Joselito é um grande exemplo para todos nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221521616975576194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaSPu7aPII/AAAAAAAAAiU/_kpgZFUhMN0/s320/DSC03892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221521617564704338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaSPxH3nlI/AAAAAAAAAic/HagPWfnz33I/s320/DSC03880.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aline Reis da Banda Encanta Realejo apresentou-se com o músico Léo de Abreu e também contou com a gaita de Jerônimo Pinheiro (este não se cansa de nos surpreender com sua habilidade em diversos instrumentos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221523401486348690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaT3mv7sZI/AAAAAAAAAik/pWB9jG_Ydno/s320/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tivemos mais intervenções dos Maloqueiristas e em determinado momento alguns poetas, entre eles Paulo Almeida e Caco Pontes mandaram os verbos acompanhados pela banda do canil em clima de improvisação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O Sarau do Querô, em sua quinta edição, encerrou oficialmente às 23h40 com o ato simbólico de arremessar a pedra sobre os muros do Canil. Desejamos que realmente o “Espaço Fluxus de Cultura” se consolide e ofereça opção inteligente para a expressão e o convívio criativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221514117134392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaLbL17nmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/TihS2JBMP2U/s320/DSC03912.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Valeu Canil! Valeu USP! Valeu companheiros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Participaram do evento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jerônimo Pinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coletivo Poesia Maloqueirista, com Caco Pontes e Berimba de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Aline Reis e Léo de Abreu.&lt;br /&gt;Banda Branco Augustus, com João Roquer e Lika Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Pellegrini&lt;br /&gt;Dinho Nascimento, com o eletrizante berimbau blues.&lt;br /&gt;Rui Mascarenhas, Ivan Antunes e o II livro do Festival de Letras/ FFLCH/ USP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Missão Cumprida: Canil, pedra fundamental da arte compartilhada na universidade e para além dos muros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-7181248978914994983?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/7181248978914994983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=7181248978914994983' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7181248978914994983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7181248978914994983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/assim-foi-o-sarau-do-quer.html' title='Sarau do Querô emociona o Canil'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SHaFxbQlP9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/tdj3j8TrTEY/s72-c/DSC03762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-9194441151162545162</id><published>2008-07-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:34:56.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimentos Especiais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queremos agradecer especialmente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sarau do Querô e a Associação Cultural Morro do Querosene agradece à Secretaria de Estado da Cultura (PAC 15), aos colaboradores Movimento Jovem Consciente (Projeto Treme Terra) e ao CALC (Centro Acadêmico Lupi Cotrim/ECA-USP).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Fávero (Paulinho do Centro Acadêmico)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidou da parte elétrica e iluminação do espaço e de todo o meio-campo para que o sarau ocorresse no canil. O Paulinho é também um dos principais defensores do Espaço Fluxus de Cultura que sofre constante pressão para ser interditado. Conte sempre conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marco Antônio (Estudante da ECA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado de Jerônimo Pinheiro, técnico de som da produção do Querô, foi brilhante ao equacionar as dificuldades que surgiam, equalizando o som de acordo com as atrações que se sucediam. Foi também generoso ao dispor de equipamento próprio para a realização do sarau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cláudio Laureatti (Letras)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dos organizadores do sarau com idéias, contatos, trabalho e atuação. Valeu, Laureatti, agora você oficialmente faz parte de nossa produção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renato Alencar (Letras)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colaborou desde o início de forma entusiasmada com idéias, ações, haikais em tapumes e nas paredes do canil. Grande parceiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Fernanda (Mafê- Ciências Sociais)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria contagiante, ajudou na divulgação, trouxe idéias, participou ativamente fazendo também a ponte Morro do Querosene-USP. Do Morro para a Academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zé da Banda do Canil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente precioso na composição do equipamento de som, fazendo trilha para as atuações e esmerilhando nos instrumentos. Grande atuação da Banda do Canil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Roquer (Letras) e Lika Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só arrebataram o público com suas performances (basta lembrar Lika Rosa atuando no teto do canil enquanto João Roquer e seu violão folk cadenciavam a felina no telhado), como também ajudaram a organizar o evento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Você!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos também você que esteve ao nosso lado ouvindo aos poetas, aplaudindo, olhando ou criticando o trabalho dos poetas. Você é quem faz acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No meio do Caminho tinha uma pedra"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8791618706576371065-9194441151162545162?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/9194441151162545162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=9194441151162545162' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/9194441151162545162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/9194441151162545162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/agradecimentos-especiais.html' title='Agradecimentos Especiais'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-1908343199929879733</id><published>2008-07-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:49:36.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau do Querô na USP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpyGauQHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/mm-NE2ogFFY/s1600-h/DSC03842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218521640164278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpyGauQHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/mm-NE2ogFFY/s400/DSC03842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-1908343199929879733?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/1908343199929879733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=1908343199929879733' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1908343199929879733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1908343199929879733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/sarau-do-quer-na-usp.html' title='Sarau do Querô na USP'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpyGauQHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/mm-NE2ogFFY/s72-c/DSC03842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-1009324783784111502</id><published>2008-07-02T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:47:24.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpRL7AqNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OY6g0Euny4Q/s1600-h/DSC03829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218521074706196690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpRL7AqNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OY6g0Euny4Q/s400/DSC03829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-1009324783784111502?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/1009324783784111502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=1009324783784111502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1009324783784111502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1009324783784111502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvpRL7AqNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OY6g0Euny4Q/s72-c/DSC03829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-509266675540200066</id><published>2008-07-02T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:42:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvoGgi5PKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jQRz4DNGunM/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218519791752002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvoGgi5PKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jQRz4DNGunM/s400/DSC03742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-509266675540200066?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/509266675540200066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=509266675540200066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/509266675540200066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/509266675540200066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SGvoGgi5PKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jQRz4DNGunM/s72-c/DSC03742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-2426069872539747671</id><published>2008-06-18T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:13:03.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau do Querô dedicado a Drummond e Guimarães</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SFlP7UnwEbI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zlNtQ13XOu8/s1600-h/Cartaz+do+Sarau+do+QuerÃ´.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213285924224373170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SFlP7UnwEbI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zlNtQ13XOu8/s400/Cartaz+do+Sarau+do+Quer%C3%B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-2426069872539747671?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/2426069872539747671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=2426069872539747671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/2426069872539747671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/2426069872539747671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarau-do-quer-dedicado-drummond-e.html' title='Sarau do Querô dedicado a Drummond e Guimarães'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SFlP7UnwEbI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zlNtQ13XOu8/s72-c/Cartaz+do+Sarau+do+Quer%C3%B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-6486204989391008468</id><published>2008-06-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:56:46.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau do Querô no CEU Butantã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Sarau aconteceu no CEU Butantã numa bela tarde de sábado, entre 16h20 às 19 hs. A produção do Sarau do Querô atuou em perfeita harmonia com os funcionários do espaço desde a véspera, quando fizemos a instalação no palco da coleção “Os Mundos” da artista plástica Camilla Nascimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5tcezkeLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/L9EUZm4SYoY/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210222154987370674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5tcezkeLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/L9EUZm4SYoY/s200/DSC03082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sua quarta edição o Sarau do Querô homenageou a escritora Cecília Meireles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cecília Meireles nasceu no Rio de Janeiro em 7 de novembro de 1901. Seu pai, Carlos Alberto Carvalho Meireles, era funcionário do Banco do Brasil e faleceu aos 26 anos, 3 meses antes do nascimento de Cecília. Sua mãe, Matilde Benevides, era professora municipal e faleceu quando Cecília tinha apenas 3 anos de idade. A pequena Cecília ficou sob a tutela da avó materna, Jacinta Benevides, única remanescente da família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De origem açoriana, a avó de Cecília costumava cantar cantigas de sua terra para a neta e contar histórias. Também foi marcante na educação da menina a influência de sua pajem, uma senhora negra que apresentou à Cecília as personagens do nosso folclore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após esta breve dissertação, o poeta Paulo Almeida convidou ao palco Camilla Nascimento que leu para o público reminiscências da infância de Cecília Meireles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5t44ytF2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/nxddl_dZr4U/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210222642999400290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5t44ytF2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/nxddl_dZr4U/s200/DSC03106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasci aqui mesmo no Rio de Janeiro, três meses depois da morte de meu pai, e perdi minha mãe antes dos três anos. Essas e outras mortes ocorridas na família acarretaram muitos contratempos materiais, mas, ao mesmo tempo, me deram, desde pequenina, uma tal intimidade com a Morte que docemente aprendi essas relações entre o Efêmero e o Eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Em toda a vida, nunca me esforcei por ganhar nem me espantei por perder. A noção ou o sentimento da transitoriedade de tudo é o fundamento mesmo da minha personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Minha infância de menina sozinha deu-me duas coisas que parecem negativas, e foram sempre positivas para mim: silêncio e solidão. Essa foi sempre a área de minha vida. Área mágica, onde os caleidoscópios inventaram fabulosos mundos geométricos, onde os relógios revelaram o segredo do seu mecanismo, e as bonecas o jogo do seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sarau prosseguiu com o poema da homenageada, Canção da Alta Noite, interpretada por Paulo Almeida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5ubazNYYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z-3nQco_ET0/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223236243874178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5ubazNYYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z-3nQco_ET0/s200/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alta noite, lua quieta,&lt;br /&gt;Muros frios, praia rasa,&lt;br /&gt;Andar, andar, que um poeta&lt;br /&gt;Não necessita de casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaba-se a noite, o resto&lt;br /&gt;É o chão do abandono.&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta, na noite morta&lt;br /&gt;Não necessita de sono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar, seus passos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Na noite também perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta, à mercê do espaço&lt;br /&gt;Nem necessita de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar, enquanto consente Deus&lt;br /&gt;Que seja a noite andada,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o poeta, indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;Anda por andar somente,&lt;br /&gt;Não necessita de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seguida foi a vez da intervenção de Cláudio Laureatti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5vE1FRdNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z_RrXrLt3KE/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223947673597138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5vE1FRdNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z_RrXrLt3KE/s200/DSC03120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queremos ser tão amados quanto Jorge Amado, sermos tantas pessoas quanto Fernando Pessoa e ter espírito tão grande quanto Mahatma Gandhi, mas eles estão vindo e querem nos transformar em máquinas, máquinas, máquinas...&lt;br /&gt;(Prazer da Vida de Cláudio Laureatti amarrado ao texto “Analfabeto Político” de B. Brecht)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Pellegrini leu textos de Cecília Meireles de sua literatura dedicada às crianças e Laureatti concluiu este ato introdutório com o poema da autora Sugestão:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5yAzocWcI/AAAAAAAAAds/5bmNWpMOfIU/s1600-h/DSC03130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227177099647426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE5yAzocWcI/AAAAAAAAAds/5bmNWpMOfIU/s200/DSC03130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sede assim, qualquer coisa serena,&lt;br /&gt;Fiel, isenta (...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Abrimos para intervenções livres e em seguida apresentou-se a banda Encanta Realejo, que arrebatou o público de forma delicada e envolvente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE50IpY3wwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ubz5qySc3VI/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229510812189442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE50IpY3wwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ubz5qySc3VI/s200/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE50JdfkEUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pkEDjkQJHVw/s1600-h/DSC03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229524798902594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE50JdfkEUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pkEDjkQJHVw/s200/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mais intervenções livres com soneto de Neruda lido por Robson, além da poesia de Pedro Bial recitada por Luiz Fernando de Araújo. Contamos com a apresentação do pequeno Gabriel tocando atabaque. O poema ”Motivo” foi interpretado por Mauro que também estava na platéia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52N_kwbYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uw9qeDerZoM/s1600-h/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231801690221954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52N_kwbYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uw9qeDerZoM/s200/DSC03251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52Or7OazI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9-kjfnEvp4Y/s1600-h/Luiz+Fernando+de+Ara%C3%BAjo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231813595622194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52Or7OazI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9-kjfnEvp4Y/s200/Luiz+Fernando+de+Ara%C3%BAjo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52O8UCupI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N6HP5MYWOiU/s1600-h/Gabriel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231817994680978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52O8UCupI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N6HP5MYWOiU/s200/Gabriel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52PYOJwlI/AAAAAAAAAec/LHHGhOIJ-y8/s1600-h/Mauro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231825486168658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE52PYOJwlI/AAAAAAAAAec/LHHGhOIJ-y8/s200/Mauro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Almeida recitou trechos de Neruda “As Palavras” extraído da biografia do poeta “Confesso que Vivi” acompanhado por Jerônimo Pinheiro e sua viola encantada. Laureatti concluiu este ato com o poema de sua autoria “Quantas Palavras”..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE53XowVdhI/AAAAAAAAAek/Squ_QoAZz5o/s1600-h/DSC03239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233066875090450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE53XowVdhI/AAAAAAAAAek/Squ_QoAZz5o/s200/DSC03239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exibimos no momento seguinte fotos das edições anteriores do Sarau e um vídeo do Percutindo Mundos, banda que fechou esta quarta edição, abrindo espaços para que o grupo experimental Wakaniymagaya e outros músicos e poetas encerrassem o evento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54l6ajiJI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ylx1ytnUc5Y/s1600-h/DSC03267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210234411645372562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54l6ajiJI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ylx1ytnUc5Y/s200/DSC03267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54mWfDIXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/waKs0CNztbQ/s1600-h/DSC03304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210234419180413298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54mWfDIXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/waKs0CNztbQ/s200/DSC03304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54phqLTlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qV85pEeqOtM/s1600-h/DSC03326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210234473719483986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SE54phqLTlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qV85pEeqOtM/s200/DSC03326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O Sarau do Querô contou com um público de aproximadamente 70 pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realizamos o Sarau no estacionamento da ONG IPAZ , na confluência das ruas Cap. Paulo Carrilho e Dr. Cícero de Alencar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vontade de atuarmos ao ar livre mais uma vez nos deixava receosos com a possibilidade de chuva . Dinho Nascimento providenciou uma lona para proteger o público e o equipamento de som cedido pela subprefeitura do Butantã. A uma hora do início do sarau os ventos constantes de outono rasgavam a lona e frustravam nossa tentativa de instalar uma cobertura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restava-nos olhar para um céu parcialmente azul e confiar num sol maroto que não fazia promessas a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O palco foi montado lateralmente à praça do Morro do Querosene . Dois microfones e respectivos pedestais , uma mesa de som de 12 canais e duas caixas amplificadas. Colocamos cadeiras para acomodar parte do público que durante o sarau também ocupou a rua Cap. Paulo Carrilho . Alguns moradores puderam acompanhar o sarau de suas janelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às 16h20 iniciávamos as atividades agradecendo o apoio da Secretaria de Estado da Cultura, nossos colaboradores Movimento Jovem Consciente (Treme Terra ) , subprefeitura do Butantã e a ONG IPAZ . Em seguida o poeta Paulo Almeida leu a crônica de Léo Jaime "A Água no Mundo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190555456000346642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiOr73dyhI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Di4x4zfG5-Y/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Poeta Paulo Almeida lendo o texto de Léo Jaime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" Vou correndo, como se isso me fizesse escapar dos pingos da chuva que se inicia. Menos tempo na chuva, pode ser ilusório, mas tenho a impressão de que ficarei menos molhado, de que chegarei menos ensopado. Com o canto do olho observo o senhor que com a mangueira termina de limpar a calçada, mesmo sabendo que a chuva há de modificar todo o cenário nos próximos instantes. Ou vai trazer de volta toda a sujeira que ele está tirando ou vai lavar outra vez o que ele acabou de lavar.A água que cai do céu cai purinha, purinha, é o que penso enquanto corro dela. A água que cai do céu. Lembro-me do livro da Camille Paglia em que ela afirmava, ou pelo menos foi o que me recordo de ter dali subtraído, que o homem havia optado por viver em grupo por temor aos fenômenos naturais: chuvas, clima, terremotos etc. Foi preciso se unir contra as forças da natureza. As forças amorais na natureza. Quando passa um furacão levando tudo, bons ou os maus, estão todos ameaçados. Quando chove muito e tudo começa a inundar, anjos e demônios poderão estar, em breve, igualmente submersos. Quando a água falta, senhores e escravos morrem da mesma sede. Há forças mais poderosas que a maldade humana.Os destinos turísticos são, em sua maioria, lugares interessantes por causa da água. Praias, lagos, rios, cachoeiras: somos naturalmente atraídos pela água. A simples vista para o mar ou rio já torna um ambiente mais interessante. Parece óbvio o que digo mas se levarmos em conta que grande parte do planeta é tomado por água isso passa a ser, sim, digno de nota: vivemos em meio a tanta água e ainda somos tão fascinados por ela! Nosso organismo é também, em sua maior porção, água. Somos água, viemos da água, para a água voltaremos e, enquanto tivermos como aproveitar a vida, queremos fazê-lo perto de alguma fonte de água límpida, na beira de um rio ou mar. Navegando, que seja. Queremos água.Vivemos, porém, sob o alerta de que a água pode acabar. É preciso economizar. Parece absurdo pois a água é absolutamente indestrutível! Se você toca fogo ela vira fumaça e depois volta a ser água, se congela ela derrete e volta a ser água, seja lá o que se faça com ela, a água volta a ser água depois de um tempo, pura e cristalina. E na mesma quantidade! Pois é. Mas pode voltar salgada. Sabe lá o que é morrer de sede em frente ao mar? O prejuízo maior que a água pode sofrer é a poluição. Uma vez poluída a água pode demorar muitos anos para voltar ao seu estado natural, potável, como os pingos da chuva lá do início.Volto ao início e ao senhor que tentava varrer uma folha de árvore, pequenina, da porta de seu prédio, segundos antes da chuva começar. Quantos litros de água pura ele desperdiçava naquela tarefa imbecil? Não seria mais fácil varrer a folhinha ou pegá-la com a mão? Aquela água correria para o bueiro e se juntaria ao esgoto cheio de substâncias químicas e de lá iria parar sabe-se lá onde, mas, poluída, demoraria um tempo enorme para voltar para o reservatório d'água da cidade. Este tempo é que pode ser o suficiente para uma cidade entrar em caos por não ter o que beber. A água não vai "acabar" nunca, mas talvez, um dia, não possamos usufruir dela onde e como gostaríamos. Talvez as grandes desgraças naturais não nos metam tanto medo porque o que nos vai derrotar mesmo sejam as folhinhas nas calçadas. Aguadas de estupidez".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos o sarau exaltando a água e exortando a chuva . Entre as intervenções poéticas e musicais , pessoas da platéia foram convidadas a ler pequenos textos disponíveis numa caixa referente ao tema . O Dia Internacional da Água foi lembrado ( instituído numa conferência da ONU em Paris no ano de 1998)e informações tais como a necessidade de reciclar pilhas e baterias que contaminam com metais pesados lençóis freáticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as intervenções poéticas e musicais aconteciam , dois cavaletes foram dispostos à direita do palco e o artista plástico convidado , D’Ollynda , mostrou seu talento pintando ao ar livre diante do público. Ao fim do sarau duas telas estavam prontas : uma assinada por D’Ollynda e outra por Carol a convite do próprio D’Ollynda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiQQL3dykI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6NPTC_asQO8/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190557178282232386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiQQL3dykI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6NPTC_asQO8/s200/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiQQb3dylI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qFNFsGiK_kY/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190557182577199698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiQQb3dylI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qFNFsGiK_kY/s200/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Telas pintadas por D`Ollynda (esq.) e Carolina Teixeira (dir.) no sarau serão leiloadas"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sambista Biriba apresentou-se com "Samba de Exaltação" (Pasquale/Silvio Modesto); Samba do Morro (Nardão da Pérola Negra); "Salve Ogum" (Midas/Biriba).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190558887679216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiRzr3dynI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2YClVTstCVw/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Biriba toca seu cavaco ao lado de Dinho e Felipe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cecília Pellegrini esclareceu pontos da Associação Cultural do Morro do Querosene e trouxe formulários para inscrição. Oportunamente chamou a atenção para os restos de um sofá empilhados na praça por alguém que óbviamente tinha a intenção de queimá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190559716607904386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiSj73dyoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/l0hNF7PYn-8/s320/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cecília explica a comunidade o trabalho da Associação Cultural do Morro do Querosene"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O cantor e compositor Malungo interpretou "Veja Margarida"(Vital Farias);" Planeta Azul" e "Coletânea"(composições próprias).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190560588486265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiTWr3dypI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WvMsyfy_Bpk/s320/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Malungo e seu violão durante apresentação no sarau"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A banda Encanta Realejo foi muito aplaudida e contou com uma "canja" de mestre Dinho Nascimento ao berimbau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190562740264880802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiVT73dyqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MCPnJBPGL4o/s320/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Encanta Realejo levou o público ao delírio com suas músicas e interpretações corporais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Coletivo Poesia Maloquerista também é destaque com intervenções de Berimba de Jesus e Caco Pontes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190563779646966450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiWQb3dyrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7qW0upj703k/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Os maloqueista e suas poesias descontraídas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Queremos ressaltar a participação das crianças no evento , em especial o desempenho de Laura, filha de D’Ollynda, e o pequeno Gabriel , que demonstraram seriedade e talento precoce em instrumentos de percussão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiYZr3dyuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AepJvp8hJLg/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190566137584012002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiYZr3dyuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AepJvp8hJLg/s200/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiYar3dyvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3fzKZodZJ_A/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190566154763881202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiYar3dyvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3fzKZodZJ_A/s200/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A pequena Laura e o Gabriel dão uma canjinha aos músicos no sarau"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Por volta das 18h15 nuvens escuras traziam uma chuva rala que poderia danificar os equipamentos e desplugamos microfones e caixas de som. O Sarau do Querô, porém, transcorria em tão bom astral que o público continuava a chegar e por cerca de uma hora continuamos sem amplificação e sem iluminação, com a intervenção do grupo de música experimental de Osasco e improviso por parte dos poetas Paulo Almeida e Clóvis Ribeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Sarau do Querô contou com público de aproximadamente 100 pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após encerrar as atividades do dia, a equipe de produção do Sarau do Querô levou os restos de sofá para um container que posteriormente seria recolhido pelo serviço de coleta de entulho da prefeitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps.: Não foi postado mais fotos neste post devido ao limite do blog. Serão publicadas no próximo.&lt;/strong&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/8791618706576371065-4109659204471344468?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/4109659204471344468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=4109659204471344468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/4109659204471344468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/4109659204471344468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/04/assim-foi-voz-da-guas.html' title='Assim foi &quot;A Voz da Águas&quot;'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SAiOr73dyhI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Di4x4zfG5-Y/s72-c/DSC01226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-7686107342178941897</id><published>2008-03-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:53:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui será o Sarau!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-1aSxmGd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/y3SVHQclXSc/s1600-h/praÃ§a+do+morro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182898024770598754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-1aSxmGd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/y3SVHQclXSc/s320/pra%C3%A7a+do+morro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pracinha do Morro do Querosene, onde será realizado o Sarau do Querô, durante a lavagem tradicional da comunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-7686107342178941897?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/7686107342178941897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=7686107342178941897' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7686107342178941897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/7686107342178941897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/pracinha-do-morro-do-querosene.html' title='Aqui será o Sarau!'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-1aSxmGd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/y3SVHQclXSc/s72-c/pra%C3%A7a+do+morro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-1925526382231884555</id><published>2008-03-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:45:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU DO QUERÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-LalxmGdpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tCIX__jRWKI/s1600-h/Sarau_web.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179942863932651154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-LalxmGdpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tCIX__jRWKI/s400/Sarau_web.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-1925526382231884555?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/1925526382231884555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=1925526382231884555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1925526382231884555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1925526382231884555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarau-do-quer.html' title='SARAU DO QUERÔ'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R-LalxmGdpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tCIX__jRWKI/s72-c/Sarau_web.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-1095538189880079480</id><published>2008-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:51:46.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plínio Marcos dissertado no Morro do Querô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O Sarau do Querô l - Plínio Marcos Dissertado no Morro do Querosene aconteceu no 29 de Fevereiro de 2008, última sexta-feira do mês .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais uma vez nos deparamos com o dilema : Será que vai chover? A meia-hora do início do sarau as comportas do céu se abriram, nos obrigando a deslocar o equipamento de som do jardim do Projeto Treme Terra para a sala onde acontecem as aulas de esporte, o que acarretou um pequeo atraso. Iiniciamos as atividades às 20h30 e concluímos às 22h40.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VYO3NOv8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Frj5cZT1Ang/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147558347849666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VYO3NOv8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Frj5cZT1Ang/s200/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gil Verx monta o cenário"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao sarau antecederam oficinas de cenário com o artista plástico Gil Verx nos dia 28 e 29 de fevereiro. No decorrer das oficinas ornamos o jardim do Treme Terra com obras do artista plástico que em 2007 trabalhou em cenário para o Cirque du Soleil e que também tem em seu histórico criações para a escola de samba X-9 Paulistana. Já as oficinas de leitura aconteceram nos dias 27 e 29 de fevereiro com a educadora e socióloga Magda Isabel . No dia 27 contávamos com um grupo de 9 pessoas com idades de 7 a 50 aproximadamente . Foram lidos textos compilados por Câmara Cascudo, poemas de Manoel de Barros e crônicas de Lima Barreto. No dia 29 éramos um grupo formado por 6 pessoas : Magda Isabel , Guilherme Bonfim ,Clóvis Ribeiro, Cecília Pellegrini, Jefferson (Buchecha) e Paulo Almeida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A preparação para o sarau acontecia simultâneamente com montagem do cenário e do palco. O equipamento de som foi cedido pela Subprefeitura do Butantã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conforme relatado no início, a chuva compareceu e depois de nos reorganizarmos na sala onde ocorrem as aulas de esportes, o sarau foi iniciado com Daniel Cavalheiro cantando músicas de sua autoria enquanto os últimos ajustes de equalização eram efetuados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu, há dezessete anos, sou um dramaturgo. Há dezessete anos pago o preço de nunca escrever para agradar os poderosos. Há dezessete anos tenho minha peça de estréia [Barrela] proibida. A solidão, a miséria, nada me abateu, nem me desviou do meu caminho de crítico da sociedade, de repórter incômodo e até provocador. Eu estou no campo. Não corro. Não saio. E pago qualquer preço pela pátria do meu povo." (1973).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VZHHNOv9I/AAAAAAAAABE/QF64HtRLop8/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185148524715491282" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VZHHNOv9I/AAAAAAAAABE/QF64HtRLop8/s200/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com esta fala de Plínio Marcos o poeta e organizador do Sarau , Paulo Almeida, inicia a dissertação sobre o escritor e dramaturgo. Em seguida, o trio de Osasco apresentou-se tocando flauta, didjeridu e percussão criando um clima exótico e envolvente no sentido de propiciar a participação de todos, seja batendo palmas ou intervindo mais ativamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pegando carona nesse clima Paulo Almeida recitou o poema "Na História de Nosso Amor " do poeta israelense Yehuda Amichay; Renata encantou com sua performance de dança do ventre e Caco Pontes, do coletivo Poesia Maloqueirista, mandou sua poética concatenada e instantânea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VbvHNOv-I/AAAAAAAAABM/-H7cB8OG6QM/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185151410933514210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VbvHNOv-I/AAAAAAAAABM/-H7cB8OG6QM/s200/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre os momentos a destacar, a intervenção do percussionista Brillé Nascimento assumindo seu lado de artista mambembe, seduzindo o público a contribuir em sua sacola; a música "Palhaço" de Egberto Gismonti lindamente executada por Jerônimo Pinheiro ; a apresentação do sambista Biriba que fez muitos levantarem das cadeiras; a atuação de Caco Pontes e Pedro Tostes que desfiaram ótimos textos da Revista Não Funciona, inclusive o originalíssimo poema de Marcelino Freire "Amor é a mordida de um cachorro pitbull que levou a coxa da Laurinha"; a oportuna crônica de Cecília Pellegrini denunciando uma agressão feita em praça pública ao meio ambiente . Há que destacar-se também as apresentações dos músicos Malungo, Daniel Cavalheiro e Luis Kitagawa com belíssimas composições de autoria própria e a participação do poeta Silvio Diogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;O Sarau do Querô contou com a presença de, aproximadamente, 60 pessoas .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Atualizado: 03/04/08 às 19h&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/8791618706576371065-1095538189880079480?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/1095538189880079480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=1095538189880079480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1095538189880079480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1095538189880079480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarau-do-quer-plnio-marcos-dissertado.html' title='Plínio Marcos dissertado no Morro do Querô'/><author><name>Paulo Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325427642412201309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ij5KjsCOz4/R_VYO3NOv8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Frj5cZT1Ang/s72-c/DSC00796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-8830883650526990252</id><published>2008-03-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:57:50.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cenário de Gil Verx</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178800791647007570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97L4ayhs1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/P1eMdbsB5TQ/s320/DSC00796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O "Sarau do Querô" ocorrido no dia 29 de Fevereiro teve a contribuição do artista plástico Gil Verx (foto) que fez o cenário do evento. Porém, a chegada da chuva, minutos antes do início do sarau, nos levou à uma sala fechada e o cenário acabou não tendo o destaque que deveria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, publicamos algumas fotografias tiradas durante a noite e na manhã seguinte para que todos possam admirar o trabalho do artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu Gil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos: Allan dos Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-8830883650526990252?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/8830883650526990252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=8830883650526990252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/8830883650526990252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/8830883650526990252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-cenrio-de-gil-verx.html' title='O Cenário de Gil Verx'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97L4ayhs1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/P1eMdbsB5TQ/s72-c/DSC00796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-247198291686987670</id><published>2008-03-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:48:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gil Verx 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97Ka6yhsyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/53pXWdhkgGg/s1600-h/DSC00930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178799185329238818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97Ka6yhsyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/53pXWdhkgGg/s320/DSC00930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97Km6yhs0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/j_cTpDq0IbE/s1600-h/DSC00961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178799391487669058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97Km6yhs0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/j_cTpDq0IbE/s320/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-247198291686987670?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/247198291686987670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=247198291686987670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/247198291686987670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/247198291686987670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_9130.html' title='Gil Verx 1'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97Ka6yhsyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/53pXWdhkgGg/s72-c/DSC00930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-201626834500663313</id><published>2008-03-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:49:04.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gil Verx 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97JMayhswI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/V2jpbY9zJTI/s1600-h/DSC00804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178797836709507842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97JMayhswI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/V2jpbY9zJTI/s320/DSC00804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97JMqyhsxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GpUzYz5z63A/s1600-h/DSC00965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178797841004475154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97JMqyhsxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GpUzYz5z63A/s320/DSC00965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-201626834500663313?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/201626834500663313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=201626834500663313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-5175368135772328471</id><published>2008-03-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:49:45.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gil Verx 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97IRKyhsuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYYBMorVcLw/s1600-h/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178796818802258658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97IRKyhsuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYYBMorVcLw/s320/DSC00793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97IRayhsvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wSCqGkvZTGU/s1600-h/DSC00955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178796823097225970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97IRayhsvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wSCqGkvZTGU/s320/DSC00955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-5175368135772328471?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/5175368135772328471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=5175368135772328471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/5175368135772328471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/5175368135772328471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_9078.html' title='Gil Verx 3'/><author><name>Allan dos Reis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/SawxmoxHA8I/AAAAAAAABGA/_GCXh6tljx8/S220/DSC00484.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97IRKyhsuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYYBMorVcLw/s72-c/DSC00793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791618706576371065.post-1627194768882889958</id><published>2008-03-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:50:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gil Verx 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97G3qyhsrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8q0X8wq6JVE/s1600-h/DSC00792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178795281203966642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97G3qyhsrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8q0X8wq6JVE/s320/DSC00792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97G36yhssI/AAAAAAAAAOw/j9418aES-ZM/s1600-h/DSC00949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178795285498933954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IqnQJgONo2U/R97G36yhssI/AAAAAAAAAOw/j9418aES-ZM/s320/DSC00949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791618706576371065-1627194768882889958?l=saraudoquero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraudoquero.blogspot.com/feeds/1627194768882889958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791618706576371065&amp;postID=1627194768882889958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791618706576371065/posts/default/1627194768882889958'/><link 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