<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436</id><updated>2012-01-01T04:15:27.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Étoile du Nord</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-4677669527937526825</id><published>2011-11-28T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:15:56.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem em Assaí</title><content type='html'>O projeto das professoras Maria Zélia Bezerra Lopes e Rosana Galassi, do Colégio Estadual Barão do Rio Branco, em Assaí a cidade onde nasci, tinha como finalidade apresentar os poetas nascidos em Assaí aos alunos. Foi uma maratona poética no segundo semestre desde ano, que culminou com o encerramento no dia 08 de novembro. Mais de suas décadas que eu não visitava a cidade onde nasci, estive lá para o I Sarau Poético do Colégio Estadual Barão do Rio Branco, recebi uma emocionante homenagem e isto deixou 2011 mais bonito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpXn1PvEw5c/TtOR6CY32gI/AAAAAAAAHxE/3__YpGnXPGs/s1600/desfile183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpXn1PvEw5c/TtOR6CY32gI/AAAAAAAAHxE/3__YpGnXPGs/s400/desfile183.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desfile do Dia da Independência - Homenagem aos poetas nascidos em Assaí - PR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwUQMAa7DNw/TtOS0_mUNGI/AAAAAAAAHxM/HQ7tD3tHFmA/s1600/ROSANA%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FwUQMAa7DNw/TtOS0_mUNGI/AAAAAAAAHxM/HQ7tD3tHFmA/s400/ROSANA%257E2.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYa88DqcCQk/TtOTDmH-jWI/AAAAAAAAHxU/DApYfvaq6N0/s1600/biblioteca+lotada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYa88DqcCQk/TtOTDmH-jWI/AAAAAAAAHxU/DApYfvaq6N0/s400/biblioteca+lotada.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Os alunos na Biblioteca para leitura de poesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WI3bGuB-OLs/TtOTRnDhhII/AAAAAAAAHxc/NHynl4TUJRA/s1600/poetasassaienses11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WI3bGuB-OLs/TtOTRnDhhII/AAAAAAAAHxc/NHynl4TUJRA/s400/poetasassaienses11.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Painel dentro do Colégio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23DFrb4uqhQ/TtOTX8UbXtI/AAAAAAAAHxk/PcxmKimU_oQ/s1600/poetasassaienses17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23DFrb4uqhQ/TtOTX8UbXtI/AAAAAAAAHxk/PcxmKimU_oQ/s400/poetasassaienses17.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poetas nascidos em Assaí em visita aos alunos para bate-papo e entrevistas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v91MwSIrbbU/TtOUSentR9I/AAAAAAAAHx8/LswyGqCGWp4/s1600/alunas+declamando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v91MwSIrbbU/TtOUSentR9I/AAAAAAAAHx8/LswyGqCGWp4/s400/alunas+declamando.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alunas apresentando poesias na Biblioteca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxhhVZuMFW4/TtOTplWcVII/AAAAAAAAHxs/5BT61O4OEEA/s1600/DSC04026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxhhVZuMFW4/TtOTplWcVII/AAAAAAAAHxs/5BT61O4OEEA/s400/DSC04026.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Visita ao Colégio Estadual Barão do Rio Branco - Com a Vice-Diretora Inês, Professora Rosana e a Diretora Edná&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfGxiLDeD98/TtOUCOGdv9I/AAAAAAAAHx0/Khu_uLA5GYA/s1600/DSC04041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfGxiLDeD98/TtOUCOGdv9I/AAAAAAAAHx0/Khu_uLA5GYA/s400/DSC04041.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento do diálogo com os alunos que participaram dos Projetos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMy1QairmSU/TtOUhpJsNpI/AAAAAAAAHyE/oJ9wUjf6mk8/s1600/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMy1QairmSU/TtOUhpJsNpI/AAAAAAAAHyE/oJ9wUjf6mk8/s400/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00099.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sarau do dia 08 de Novembro - Professoras Rosana Galassi e Maria Zélia Bezerra Lopes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVRjSiLnJsE/TtOUpPEbVlI/AAAAAAAAHyM/TcZvFw3wBH4/s1600/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVRjSiLnJsE/TtOUpPEbVlI/AAAAAAAAHyM/TcZvFw3wBH4/s400/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00166.jpg" width="381px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leitura das Poesias na Noite de Encerramento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMvZ7ZRGrjY/TtOUxa6xTuI/AAAAAAAAHyU/RDklnor4A2w/s1600/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMvZ7ZRGrjY/TtOUxa6xTuI/AAAAAAAAHyU/RDklnor4A2w/s400/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00056.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Zélia e Rosana no palco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5w_54J5rHyo/TtOU3cslUHI/AAAAAAAAHyc/0v_uK84qIaE/s1600/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5w_54J5rHyo/TtOU3cslUHI/AAAAAAAAHyc/0v_uK84qIaE/s400/phoca_thumb_l_1sarau00167.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Professora Rosana, eu, Maria Zélia e aluna do Colégio Barão do Rio Branco, após a leitura da minha poesia - Adeus às Asas: Homenagens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1º Sarau Poético do Colégio Estadual Barão do Rio Branco, de Assaí, na noite desta terça-feira, 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O evento prestou homenagens aos poetas assaienses &lt;strong&gt;Bárbara Lia&lt;/strong&gt;, Chrystianne Lopes, Francisco Kuya, Ione Maria Kuya, Luiz Sérgio Piornedo, Mattheus Hermanny, Paulo Kuya, Regina Góes, Terezinha Thomaz, Walerian Wrosz e Wanderley Sueiro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-4677669527937526825?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/4677669527937526825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=4677669527937526825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/4677669527937526825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/4677669527937526825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/11/homenagem-em-assai.html' title='Homenagem em Assaí'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpXn1PvEw5c/TtOR6CY32gI/AAAAAAAAHxE/3__YpGnXPGs/s72-c/desfile183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-4250840304672948173</id><published>2011-07-11T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:58:44.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Código Coletivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjSQzLpJx0/ThsrkFpIPSI/AAAAAAAAHP4/DBvgMr-fzK0/s1600/264114_239386082746606_100000256490908_959335_2573552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjSQzLpJx0/ThsrkFpIPSI/AAAAAAAAHP4/DBvgMr-fzK0/s640/264114_239386082746606_100000256490908_959335_2573552_n.jpg" width="443px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O texto abaixo copiei do blog - A gata por um fio - da poeta de Porto Alegre - Sandra Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandrasantos.com/QR-CODIGO.html"&gt;http://www.sandrasantos.com/QR-CODIGO.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CODIGO COLETIVO: projeção de poemas em QR CODE, no Castelinho do Alto da Bronze, Centro Histórico de Porto Alegre. Instalação de Sandra Santos, parceria CIDADE POEMA, Laís Chaffe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poetas que participam da exposição: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ademir Antonio Bacca - Ademir Assunção - Ademir Demarchi - Alberto Al-Chaer -Alexandre Brito -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allan Vidigal - Alma Welt - Alvaro Posselt - Ana Melo - Andrea Del Fuego -Andreia Laimer -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antonio Carlos Secchin - Armindo Trevisan - Astier Basilio - Augusto Bier - Barbara Lia - Barreto Poeta - Carlos Seabra - Celso Santana - Claudio Daniel - Cristina Desouza - Cristina Macedo - Diego Grando - Diego Petrarca - Dilan Camargo - E. M. De Melo e Castro - Edson Cruz - Eduardo Tornaghi - Elson Fróes - Estrela Ruiz Leminski - Fabio Bruggmann - Fabio Godoh - Fabricio Carpinejar - Floriano Martins - Frank Jorge - Frederico Barbosa - Gilberto Wallace Battilana - Glauco Mattoso - Gustavo Dourado - Hugo Pontes - Igor Fagundes - Isabel Alamar - Jacqeline Aisenman - Jiddu Saldanha - José Aluisio Bahia - José Antônio Silva - José Inácio Vieira de Melo - José Geraldo Neres - Juliana Meira - Jurema Barreto de Sousa - Laís Chaffe - Lau Siqueira - Leo Lobos - Leonardo Brasiliense - Liana Timm - Lucia Santos - Luis Serguilha - Luis Turiba - Luiz de Miranda - Mano Melo - Marcelo Ariel - Marcelo Moraes Caetano - Marcelo Soriano - Marcelo Spalding - Marcílio Medeiros - Marco Celso Ruffel Viola - Mario Pirata - Marko Andrade - Muryel de Zoppa - Nei Duclós - Nicolas Behr - Nydia Bonetti -Orlando Bona Fº - Paco Cac - Paula Taitelbaum - Paulo de Toledo - Paulo Henrique Frias - Paulo Prates Jr - Pedro Stiehl -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regina Mello - Renato de Mattos Motta - Ricardo Mainieri - Ricardo Portugal - Ricardo Pozzo - Ricardo Silvestrin - Rodrigo Garcia Lopes - Rogerio Santos - Romério Rômulo -Ronaldo Werneck - Sandra Santos - Sidnei Schneider - Silas Correa Leite - Suzanna Busatto - Talis Andrade - Tchello de Barros - Telma Scherer - Tulio Henrique Pereira -Valeria Tarelho - Wasil Sacharuk -Wender Montenegro - Wilmar Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meus agradecimentos a todos os poetas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sobre QR CODE : Foi desenvolvido em 1994 pela empresa japonesa Denso-Wave, para identificação de peças de automóveis. Trata-se de um código de barras 2D que pode armazenar caracteres numéricos, alfa-numéricos, binários, kanji (alfabeto japonês). Os dados podem ser acessados, decodificados, através de dispositivos móveis equipados com câmaras e com um leitor QR compatível. Desta forma é possível ler um trecho de texto, uma mensagem sms ou ser redirecionado por um link a um site de conteúdo publicado na web, como este aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para seu celular ler codigo QR, instale o programa. Muitos celulares são compatíveis com o KaywaReader (gratuito). Uma dica: ao baixar o aplicativo java, instale primeiro o arquivo KaywaReader.jad, para não dar error. Após instalar, acesse o ícone do aplicativo, aproxime o celular da imagem, dé ok e verifique se começa o escaneamento da imagem pelo programa(duas linhas, uma linha vertical e outra horizontal, se movimentando na tela), se depois disso acusar mensagem de “error”, tente encontrar o ângulo correto para fotografar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Celulares iPhone podem instalar o aplicativo Qrafter na própria App Store da Apple. Há outros programas na web, como o Bee Tagg, I-nigma, ou Barcode Reader. Verifique sempre a compatibildade com seu modelo de celular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caso não queira decifrar um código encontrado na internete, sem o celular, isso tanmbém é possível, enviando o arquivo de imagem neste site aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-4250840304672948173?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/4250840304672948173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=4250840304672948173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/4250840304672948173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/4250840304672948173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/07/codigo-coletivo.html' title='Código Coletivo'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBjSQzLpJx0/ThsrkFpIPSI/AAAAAAAAHP4/DBvgMr-fzK0/s72-c/264114_239386082746606_100000256490908_959335_2573552_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-2775511366728817682</id><published>2011-04-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:14:16.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coletânea da FestiPoa Literária, “O melhor da festa volume três”, será lançada no dia 01 de maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIV07Cr2FSo/TbmSSLniHKI/AAAAAAAAHEA/WMLJS6PwdEw/s1600/capa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIV07Cr2FSo/TbmSSLniHKI/AAAAAAAAHEA/WMLJS6PwdEw/s400/capa2.jpg" width="273px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 01 de maio, haverá o lançamento da coletânea “O melhor da festa volume três” (Casa Verde, 264 páginas, R$ 25,00) um livro produzido especialmente para a FestiPoa Literária. A obra reúne poemas, contos, crônicas, cartuns e tiras inéditas de 71 autores, alguns dos quais participaram da terceira edição do evento e outros que estão na programação da edição de 2011 da FestiPoa. Contém desde ficção de autores que estão publicando pela primeira vez em livro, até trabalhos de escritores consagrados e premiados no cenário literário nacional, como Sergio Faraco, escritor homenageado da FestiPoa 2010, Márcia Denser, Nelson de Oliveira, Altair Martins, Ernesto E. de Melo e Castro e Nei Lopes. De acordo com Fernando Ramos, idealizador do evento, a publicação desse terceiro volume da coletânea consolida a ideia de elaborar-se a cada ano uma publicação que registra a memória do evento e possibilita ao público tomar contato com uma grande variedade de trabalhos literários produzidos especialmente para a ocasião. A sessão de autógrafos com os autores ocorre a partir das 20hs, no Pé Palito Bar (rua João Alfredo, 577, Cidade Baixa, telefone 3225-7091). Além do lançamento, estão programadas diversas atividades artísticas, com entrada franca, entre elas o som do projeto Ccoma, do coletivo Avalanche e participação do F.E.L, lançando do zine OrFel. O site Artistas Gaúchos fará entrega do II Prêmio AG aos artistas vencedores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A FestiPoa Literária é uma realização do jornal Vaia. Conta com o patrocínio cultural do Sintrajufe-RS, e os apoios culturais do Sesc-RS, Sindbancários, Casa de Cultura Mario Quintana, Instituto Estadual do Livro, Cidade Poema, livrarias Letras &amp;amp; Cia, Palavraria e Bamboletras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Participam da coletânea: Adão Iturrusgarai, Ademir Assunção, Alexandre Rodrigues, Altair Martins, Amilcar Bettega, Antonio Carlos Secchin, Antonio Cicero, Antônio Xerxenesky, Andréia Laimer, Augusto Paim, &lt;strong&gt;Bárbara Lia&lt;/strong&gt;, Carlos André Moreira, Cardoso, Carlos Gerbase, Carlos Pessoa Rosa, Cássio Pantaleoni, Claudia Tajes, Cristian De Nápoli, Daniel Weller, Diego Petrarca, Douglas Diegues, E. M. de Melo e Castro, Everton Behenck, Flávio Wild, Guilherme Orosco, Guto Leite, Henrique Rodrigues, Henrique Schneider, Horacio Fiebelkorn, Jacob Klintowitz, Jeferson Tenório, João Gilberto Noll, Jorge Fróes, Laerte, Laís Chaffe, Leandro Dóro, Liana Timm, Lima Trindade, Lúcia Rosa, Luciana Thomé, Luís Dill, Luís Serguilha, Luiz Paulo Faccioli, Marcelo Spalding, Márcia Denser, Maria Rezende, Marcelo Sahea, Marlon de Almeida, Monique Revillion, Nei Lopes, Nelson de Oliveira, Nicolas Behr, Olavo Amaral, Paulo Ribeiro, Pena Cabreira, Ramon Mello, Reginaldo Pujol Filho, Reynaldo Bessa, Ricardo Silvestrin, Rodrigo Bittencourt, Rodrigo dMart, Rodrigo Rosp, Ronald Augusto, Sandro Ornellas, Sergio Faraco, Simone Campos, Tailor Diniz, Virna Teixeira, Wilmar Silva, Wladimir Cazé, Xico Sá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Informações sobre a coletânea “O melhor da festa volume três” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Título: O melhor da festa volume três&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Número de páginas: 264&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preço: R$ 25,00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Número de autores participando: 71&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conteúdo: poemas, contos, crônicas, cartuns e tiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Projeto gráfico: Jorge Nácul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Capa: Márcio-André&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisão: Press Revisão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supervisão editorial: Laís Chaffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Organizador: Fernando Ramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Casa Verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lançamento do O melhor da festa volume 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dia 01/dom, 20hs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pé Palito bar (João Alfredo, 577)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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pássaro vai pousar neste outono. &lt;br /&gt;Meu livro de poesias - TEM UM PÁSSARO CANTANDO DENTRO DE MIM.&lt;br /&gt;Capa e Projeto Gráfico - Cinthia Casagrande e Coordenação editorial Cláudio B. Carlos&lt;br /&gt;O livro dividido em três pequenos cadernos: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tem um pássaro cantando dentro de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mar Absinto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Jardim do Caos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lançamento previsto para Abril. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zIslS5vHR0c/TXOH89sxM4I/AAAAAAAAG84/1DHbgK48IU0/s1600/CAPA%252520tem%252520um%252520p%25C3%25A1ssaro%252520cantando%252520dentro%252520de%252520mim%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zIslS5vHR0c/TXOH89sxM4I/AAAAAAAAG84/1DHbgK48IU0/s400/CAPA%252520tem%252520um%252520p%25C3%25A1ssaro%252520cantando%252520dentro%252520de%252520mim%255B1%255D.JPG" width="281" /&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/673584239106908436-2726155269443449458?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/2726155269443449458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=2726155269443449458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/2726155269443449458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/2726155269443449458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/03/tem-um-passaro-cantando-dentro-de-mim.html' title='tem um pássaro cantando dentro de mim'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zIslS5vHR0c/TXOH89sxM4I/AAAAAAAAG84/1DHbgK48IU0/s72-c/CAPA%252520tem%252520um%252520p%25C3%25A1ssaro%252520cantando%252520dentro%252520de%252520mim%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-7605759395359317504</id><published>2011-02-22T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:01:56.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rogério Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1259130157"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259130158"&gt;&lt;object height="85" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://anonimo.podomatic.com/swf/joeplayer_v10.swf'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='minicast=false&amp;amp;jsonLocation=http%3A%2F%2Fanonimo.podomatic.com%2Fentry%2Fembed_params%2F2007-08-04T19_03_06-07_00%3Ffoo%3Dbar%26color%3D43bee7%26autoPlay%3Dfalse%26width%3D440%26height%3D85'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://anonimo.podomatic.com/swf/joeplayer_v10.swf' flashvars='minicast=false&amp;amp;jsonLocation=http%3A%2F%2Fanonimo.podomatic.com%2Fentry%2Fembed_params%2F2007-08-04T19_03_06-07_00%3Ffoo%3Dbar%26color%3D43bee7%26autoPlay%3Dfalse%26width%3D440%26height%3D85' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' width='440' height='85'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podcast do meu poema - Meu Aleph - na voz de Rogério Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-7605759395359317504?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/7605759395359317504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=7605759395359317504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7605759395359317504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7605759395359317504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/rogerio-santos.html' title='Rogério Santos'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-6800527718303337804</id><published>2011-02-22T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T02:48:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascida em Assaí, Bárbara Lia faz sucesso com literatura</title><content type='html'>Nascida em Assaí, Bárbara Lia faz sucesso com literatura -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revelia.com.br/index.php?pagina=posts&amp;amp;id=505&amp;amp;tipo=Assaí"&gt;http://www.revelia.com.br/index.php?pagina=posts&amp;amp;id=505&amp;amp;tipo=Assaí&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Título de matéria no site - Revelia - que traz notícias da região de Assaí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um estranhamento para mim ler a matéria que diz da escritora. Assaí - vivi lá apenas até os 3 anos e por lá tenho primos, mas, raramento visito a cidade onde nasci. Embora esta notícia tenha sido um vento de carinho. É preciso proximidade para guardar memórias. A proximidade permite a lembrança, o perfume de tudo, o tatear de toda a matéria ao redor. Lembro Peabiru por ser o lugar onde descobri o mundo e a Poesia. Assaí é oficialmente a cidade onde nasci. O lugar em que despontei para esta vida - louca vida - e quiçá deva voltar e subir os degraus que dá para uma igreja e andar pela avenida principal e visitar meus primos e dizer - olá - para a cidade onde nasci: Assaí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQOb6GgVq0M/TWOkTr9IxjI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/M30zRc6PIos/s1600/4176845704_1976d68b03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQOb6GgVq0M/TWOkTr9IxjI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/M30zRc6PIos/s400/4176845704_1976d68b03.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagem retirada &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ceceumonteiro/4176845704/"&gt;daqui&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/673584239106908436-6800527718303337804?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6800527718303337804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=6800527718303337804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6800527718303337804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6800527718303337804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/nascida-em-assai-barbara-lia-faz.html' title='Nascida em Assaí, Bárbara Lia faz sucesso com literatura'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQOb6GgVq0M/TWOkTr9IxjI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/M30zRc6PIos/s72-c/4176845704_1976d68b03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-7457848753323547324</id><published>2011-02-22T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:02:34.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amantes da Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdQeJOk_egM/TWOjnvskVNI/AAAAAAAAG5U/OdSgwmOI9JQ/s1600/BOA+NOITE+316.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdQeJOk_egM/TWOjnvskVNI/AAAAAAAAG5U/OdSgwmOI9JQ/s320/BOA+NOITE+316.png" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fórum da comunidade do orkut - Amantes da Poesia - que Débora Malucelli criou e postou muita poesia da Bárbara Lia. Só posso ficar feliz e dizer - Obrigada! Muito lindo ver os meus poemas reunidos, alguns ilustrados como este acima: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunidade - Amantes da Poesia - Minha Página:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/CommMsgs?cmm=18211369&amp;amp;tid=5447778149844617092&amp;amp;na=1&amp;amp;nst=1"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/CommMsgs?cmm=18211369&amp;amp;tid=5447778149844617092&amp;amp;na=1&amp;amp;nst=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-7457848753323547324?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/7457848753323547324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=7457848753323547324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7457848753323547324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7457848753323547324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/amantes-da-poesia.html' title='Amantes da Poesia'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdQeJOk_egM/TWOjnvskVNI/AAAAAAAAG5U/OdSgwmOI9JQ/s72-c/BOA+NOITE+316.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-2359506600241869942</id><published>2011-02-11T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:27:15.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Sleiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0YcdIicyvs/TVXTyFIF5oI/AAAAAAAAG4E/e2pQzdwhxI4/s1600/michel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0YcdIicyvs/TVXTyFIF5oI/AAAAAAAAG4E/e2pQzdwhxI4/s400/michel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;com Michel Sleiman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um azul todo água&lt;br /&gt;verde mate à tarde&lt;br /&gt;laranja abóbada&lt;br /&gt;amarelo bandeira&lt;br /&gt;ocre telhado&lt;br /&gt;branco toalha&lt;br /&gt;marrom preta amada&lt;br /&gt;vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cores de almodóvar em voz de adriana&lt;br /&gt;outras de bárbara lia&lt;br /&gt;pastel vibrado nas cordas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluido de miragens&lt;br /&gt;a ex-surgir paragens&lt;br /&gt;sonha: o homem é aquarela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinta: arco-íris da concórdia&lt;br /&gt;em vaso&lt;br /&gt;de flor&lt;br /&gt;ou sanitário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entre as frestas da veneziana&lt;br /&gt;ar menestrel&lt;br /&gt;o dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michel Sleiman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta. Professor de Língua e Literatura Árabe da Universidade de São Paulo, onde dirige a Revista Tiraz de Estudos Árabes e das Culturas do Oriente Médio. É autor de - A Poesia Árabe-Andaluza: Ibn Quzman de Córdova(2.000) e A Arte do Zajal: Estudo de Poética Árabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-2359506600241869942?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/2359506600241869942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=2359506600241869942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/2359506600241869942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/2359506600241869942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/michel-sleiman.html' title='Michel Sleiman'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0YcdIicyvs/TVXTyFIF5oI/AAAAAAAAG4E/e2pQzdwhxI4/s72-c/michel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-7745661012688972879</id><published>2011-02-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T05:08:00.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcelo Bourscheid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVKRgRFx61I/AAAAAAAAG34/Q16-fxoaodo/s1600/DSC02694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVKRgRFx61I/AAAAAAAAG34/Q16-fxoaodo/s320/DSC02694.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu amigo Marcelo Bourscheid ao meu lado no Teatro José Maria Santos - 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTAR SOZINHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bárbara Lia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Líquido momento de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E estar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mariana Ianelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;não há&lt;br /&gt;a voz das folhas secas &lt;br /&gt;a te sussurrarem&lt;br /&gt;- sob o peso dos teus passos – &lt;br /&gt;segredos do outono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração se calou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio &lt;br /&gt;aqui&lt;br /&gt;já não te causa medo.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio&lt;br /&gt;aqui&lt;br /&gt;é líquido como o deserto&lt;br /&gt;ou como a hora &lt;br /&gt;líquida e incerta&lt;br /&gt;de estar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCELO BOURSCHEID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta e Dramaturgo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-7745661012688972879?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/7745661012688972879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=7745661012688972879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7745661012688972879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/7745661012688972879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/marcelo-bourscheid.html' title='Marcelo Bourscheid'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVKRgRFx61I/AAAAAAAAG34/Q16-fxoaodo/s72-c/DSC02694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-9217083198283370146</id><published>2011-02-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:24:34.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clifton  Gianini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVJrBiBtvII/AAAAAAAAG3w/H7a51uZilog/s1600/clifton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVJrBiBtvII/AAAAAAAAG3w/H7a51uZilog/s400/clifton.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- meu amigo Clifton - de azul - eu dediquei a ele Primavera Desfolhada (A última chuva)&amp;nbsp;e ele um dia escreveu estas palavras para mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a lua não enregele seus dias de ópio&lt;br /&gt;e o medo da morte não desperdice o lento caminhar&lt;br /&gt;se o gelo das altas madrugadas fazer-te esquecer da vida&lt;br /&gt;esquecer das dores, esquecer da fadiga de dormir&lt;br /&gt;para logo mais acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda restará uma xícara de café quente sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;e um pedaço de pão&lt;br /&gt;e um papel amassado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a reclamação de um filho que ainda não se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton Giovanini - 24/02/03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-9217083198283370146?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/9217083198283370146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=9217083198283370146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/9217083198283370146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/9217083198283370146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/clifton-gianini.html' title='Clifton  Gianini'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TVJrBiBtvII/AAAAAAAAG3w/H7a51uZilog/s72-c/clifton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-5313744327880307139</id><published>2011-02-03T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:12:46.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp8TngmQ3I/AAAAAAAAG2I/D2n5n6cP2uM/s1600/brisa+poesia+no+por%25C3%25A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp8TngmQ3I/AAAAAAAAG2I/D2n5n6cP2uM/s320/brisa+poesia+no+por%25C3%25A3o.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A poesia Brisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- painel das noites do Porão Loquax - Wonka&amp;nbsp; Bar -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp9rlp0ZQI/AAAAAAAAG2U/_unL4O8kcO4/s1600/P1010177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp9rlp0ZQI/AAAAAAAAG2U/_unL4O8kcO4/s1600/P1010177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Patchouli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;presente da Marina Teixeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;amiga de Belém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6d7RAkcI/AAAAAAAAG1s/45j7gITWe4k/s1600/5346029440_9a8ae95742_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6d7RAkcI/AAAAAAAAG1s/45j7gITWe4k/s320/5346029440_9a8ae95742_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;foto do poeta Darlan M. Cunha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6hbh7W8I/AAAAAAAAG1w/F2-Arafoap0/s1600/DSC02450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6hbh7W8I/AAAAAAAAG1w/F2-Arafoap0/s1600/DSC02450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balaiodeletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cláudio B. Carlos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;escritor de Santa Cruz do Sul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6mFMGSZI/AAAAAAAAG10/Aua2ALTvZVg/s1600/168727_194467100566212_100000087705975_762490_719573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp6mFMGSZI/AAAAAAAAG10/Aua2ALTvZVg/s320/168727_194467100566212_100000087705975_762490_719573_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Livros artesanais - foto delicada da Kátia Torres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp619qqL9I/AAAAAAAAG14/HelkSqL05bM/s1600/hh+1819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp619qqL9I/AAAAAAAAG14/HelkSqL05bM/s1600/hh+1819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Em BH - foto do poeta &lt;a href="http://isaiasfaria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isaias Faria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp63iiuBdI/AAAAAAAAG18/Lmfr49VhVag/s1600/meus+livros2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp63iiuBdI/AAAAAAAAG18/Lmfr49VhVag/s1600/meus+livros2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kátia Torres com meus livros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp7L08MzHI/AAAAAAAAG2A/YV08HvMvHOQ/s1600/borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp7L08MzHI/AAAAAAAAG2A/YV08HvMvHOQ/s320/borboleta.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flor com Borboleta - presente da professora Silvia Vincentin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e seus alunos - Curitiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Foto parte de um ensaio da Rebecca Loise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;minha amiga/flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-5313744327880307139?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/5313744327880307139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=5313744327880307139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/5313744327880307139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/5313744327880307139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/02/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUp8TngmQ3I/AAAAAAAAG2I/D2n5n6cP2uM/s72-c/brisa+poesia+no+por%25C3%25A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-2230835245879397312</id><published>2011-02-02T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:07:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlan M Cunha</title><content type='html'>Pensei: vou morar em uma lágrima. &lt;br /&gt;E vi cenários de Kandinski atrás da cristalina dor.&lt;br /&gt;Vi os retorcidos rostos detrás dos espelhos d’água.&lt;br /&gt;Vi uma casa-banheira, eu sempre líquida.&lt;br /&gt;Vi um teto vidro fosco, eu a olhar estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;E quando secar a minha casa?&lt;br /&gt;E como secar meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bárbara Lia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Darlan escreveu sobre a poesia acima:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A extrema leveza desta poema é difícil de ser alcançada, a metafísica que dele exala, e é tão limpo de se ler ( e reter). Lembro-me do farmacêutico Carlos Drummond de Andrade, também poeta, dizendo algo mais ou menos assim, quando da morte do Cartola - Angenor de Oliveira: “- Este era o verso que eu gostaria de ter escrito: Queixo-me às rosas / mas que bobagem / As rosas não falam…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parabéns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darlan M Cunha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BREVE ARQUITETURA DA MELANCOLIA *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disse a moça “querer morar na lágrima”, e assim é que já me vejo com vizinhança, já que neste líquido núcleo habito só, sem nada de ir ao cara das cortiças e contratar-lhe os serviços em toda a casa, nada de armazenar antidepressivos, antíteses do ruído, nada de nada que se imiscua no meu líquido teor de maldade, e assim é que não espero ansiosamente a moça chegar, mesmo se ela for poeta, mesmo se for atéia, mesmo que seja tão feroz e feraz quanto uma canção de ninar, ou mesmo que me queira em sua cama, psicotrama, em seu coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DMC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OBS: verso do poeta Eugénio de Andrade (Prêmio Camões 2001), no poema Lágrima, do livro Coração do Dia, 1956-58.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrevi o texto imediatamente ao ler este admirável poema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DMC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-2230835245879397312?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/2230835245879397312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=2230835245879397312' title='0 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type='html'>Toque o vento&lt;br /&gt;com a canção&lt;br /&gt;que sintetiza chuva &lt;br /&gt;gosto de vida&lt;br /&gt;amizade sincera&lt;br /&gt;um verso improvisado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a chuva &lt;br /&gt;nos pingos que contam&lt;br /&gt;profecias nas folhas &lt;br /&gt;que amenizam o caminho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toque o vento &lt;br /&gt;sinta a chuva &lt;br /&gt;a melodia brinca &lt;br /&gt;no vento que invade a &lt;br /&gt;estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida é verso &lt;br /&gt;e verso é reverso de &lt;br /&gt;vida&lt;br /&gt;Servida no chá para &lt;br /&gt;as borboletas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cássio Amaral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curitiba - PR Janeiro de /09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-6864395414563007597?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- pintura para o poema - A última chuva -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ane Fiúza - artista plástica baiana radicada em Curitiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcTPIXuzXI/AAAAAAAAG1I/MvWGhwL95ps/s1600/livro+ch%25C3%25A1+para+as+borboletas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcTPIXuzXI/AAAAAAAAG1I/MvWGhwL95ps/s1600/livro+ch%25C3%25A1+para+as+borboletas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desenho de Ane Fiúza para o poema - Chá para as&amp;nbsp; borboletas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-6549712341574923911?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6549712341574923911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=6549712341574923911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6549712341574923911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6549712341574923911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcR49FBYWI/AAAAAAAAG08/vQOPyyo6Mcw/s1600/lia6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcR49FBYWI/AAAAAAAAG08/vQOPyyo6Mcw/s400/lia6.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcR8DFXTYI/AAAAAAAAG1A/5WGHB5R3rc0/s1600/lia+plath.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcR8DFXTYI/AAAAAAAAG1A/5WGHB5R3rc0/s400/lia+plath.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;POESIA NÃO É SÓ PALAVRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-6257274085477195373?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6257274085477195373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=6257274085477195373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6257274085477195373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/6257274085477195373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ia-santanche.html' title='Ia Santanché'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUcR49FBYWI/AAAAAAAAG08/vQOPyyo6Mcw/s72-c/lia6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-6371871307300980984</id><published>2011-01-31T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:39:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma cena boreal</title><content type='html'>(Para Kátia Torres Negrisolli&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Bajo &amp;amp; Bárbara Lia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu vulto claro&lt;br /&gt;e cereal&lt;br /&gt;embebido na manhã lapã&lt;br /&gt;como a coruja do ártico&lt;br /&gt;em sua leveza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estende-nos&lt;br /&gt;num trigal deitado&lt;br /&gt;ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao som &lt;br /&gt;de duas ocarinas&lt;br /&gt;e não há trópico que desdenhe&lt;br /&gt;de nosso calor certeiro&lt;br /&gt;e liberto&lt;br /&gt;de ave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patos enfileirados&lt;br /&gt;fecundam&lt;br /&gt;horizontes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisasdochico.blogspot.com/"&gt;ASSIS DE MELLO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-6371871307300980984?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/6371871307300980984/comments/default' title='Postar 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fogo em cabeleira&lt;br /&gt;e molha fértil e de forma tão precisa&lt;br /&gt;a inspiração brotando à mão da poetisa&lt;br /&gt;em Curitiba, pelos parques, pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;em Peabiru, de pó rubi, de estrelas cruas&lt;br /&gt;para regar, banhar de luz a poesia&lt;br /&gt;e eternizar o que compor Bárbara Lia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fábio Sexugi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://peabiruta.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fábio é Poeta e Professor - da cidade da minha infância: Peabiru. Reavivou a lembrança da poeira vermelha (pó rubi) e das estrelas cruas. Banzo de um tempo em que eu não escrevia poesia, mas, a poesia me ungia, plasmava um futuro que eu nem sabia. Meu reino em Peabiru - uma sucessão de quintais - à sombra das árvores, colhendo goiaba do vizinho, tirando água do poço... Sonhando ser escritora... um dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-5774294225900383949?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/5774294225900383949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=5774294225900383949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/5774294225900383949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/5774294225900383949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/01/poema-para-poetisa.html' title='POEMA PARA A POETISA'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673584239106908436.post-3564506055979529529</id><published>2011-01-30T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:40:53.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORENINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUVcUIgY7ZI/AAAAAAAAGz4/ppHKyw-6ZTU/s1600/mano+melo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUVcUIgY7ZI/AAAAAAAAGz4/ppHKyw-6ZTU/s320/mano+melo.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ir pras ilhas Malvinas&lt;br /&gt;Gritar que elas são argentinas?&lt;br /&gt;Ou você prefere um carnaval de confetes&lt;br /&gt;E serpentinas?&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe dois tabletes&lt;br /&gt;De chiclétes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer se transformar na Princesa Narda&lt;br /&gt;E ir embora pra Pasárgada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou você prefere ser Nyoka,&lt;br /&gt;Heroina de estórias em quadrinhos&lt;br /&gt;E ir pra Áfrika&lt;br /&gt;Viver uma aventura na selva?&lt;br /&gt;Poderias voar pelos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Se balançando pendurada em cipós.&lt;br /&gt;Subir a nada as cachoeiras de Foz.&lt;br /&gt;Ou singrar os mares no trem azul da música do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A Eternidade é feita de milésimos de segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANO MELO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mano Melo, cearense que vive desde os 16 anos no Rio de Janeiro, 55 anos, é poeta, ator, roteirista. Desde 1979, quando retornou ao Brasil depois de viajar por dez anos através do mundo ( América Latina, Ásia, Europa, África), vem interpretando seus poemas em shows e recitais po teatros, bares, centros culturais, festivais, congressos, feiras de livros, universidades, no Rio de Janeiro e através do Brasil, tendo se apresentado em inúmeras cidades grandes e pequenas, do Rio Grande do Sul ao Acre. No momento, além de se apresentar com o Ver o Verso ( Mano Melo, Claufe Rodrigues, Pedro Bial, Alexandra Maia, tem pronto o espetáculo poético-teatral O Lavrador de Palavras, monólogo que estreou em novembro do ano passado no teatro da Casa da Gávea, e desde então vem percorrendo outros teatros e espaços culturais, como espetáculo itinerante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lavrador de Palavras é também o título do seu livro mais recente, publicado pela Bapera Editora. Outros livros: O Evangelho de Jimi Rango, O Vampiro Ciro, Rio Acima, Tratado geral Sobre os Amplos Irrestritos, além de trabalhos espalhados por antologias, jornais e revistas literárias. Autor do roteiro, em parceria com Claufe Rodrigues, de Fernando Pessoas, documentário de 50 minutos em vídeo sobre o poeta português, atualmente em fase de edição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673584239106908436-3564506055979529529?l=soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/feeds/3564506055979529529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=673584239106908436&amp;postID=3564506055979529529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/3564506055979529529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/673584239106908436/posts/default/3564506055979529529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulbarbaralia.blogspot.com/2011/01/moreninha.html' title='MORENINHA'/><author><name>Bárbara Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13833499593586525330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8d2MhfKgaCQ/TmaEwOTIEcI/AAAAAAAAHZY/jfX-fA0A9_4/s220/_MG_5940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bb5b9iw49c/TUVcUIgY7ZI/AAAAAAAAGz4/ppHKyw-6ZTU/s72-c/mano+melo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
