<?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-5168493014918411615</id><updated>2012-02-14T17:37:07.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NANÁ MARTINS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-2803472609221952053</id><published>2012-01-11T16:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:59:06.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agir de acordo com a sua natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um monge e seus discípulos iam por uma estrada e, quando passavam por uma ponte, viram um escorpião sendo arrastado pelas águas. O monge correu pela margem do rio, meteu-se na água e tomou o bichinho na mão. Quando o trazia para fora do rio o escorpião o picou. Devido à dor, o monge deixou-o cair novamente no rio. Foi então à margem, pegou um ramo de árvore, voltou outra vez a correr pela margem, entrou no rio, resgatou o escorpião e o salvou. Em seguida, juntou-se aos seus discípulos na estrada. Eles haviam assistido à cena e o receberam perplexos e penalizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Mestre, o Senhor deve estar muito doente! Por que foi salvar esse bicho ruim e venenoso? Que se afogasse! Seria um a menos! Veja como ele respondeu à sua ajuda: picou a mão que o salvava! Não merecia sua compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O monge ouviu tranquilamente os comentários e respondeu: — Ele agiu conforme sua natureza e eu de acordo com a minha.&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/5168493014918411615-2803472609221952053?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/2803472609221952053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=2803472609221952053' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2803472609221952053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2803472609221952053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2012/01/agir-de-acordo-com-sua-natureza.html' title='Agir de acordo com a sua natureza'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8387719405074915765</id><published>2011-12-20T13:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:06:07.541-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Observações Natalinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Os dias passam rápido demais nessa época do ano. Fico pensando se é o tempo que está a passar rápido mesmo ou se nós é que estamos correndo no tempo para que o tempo possa terminar e que outro novo ciclo comece correndo também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Mas, por que tanta pressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Bem, peço pausa. É! Uma pequena pausa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Que tal nos acalmarmos e nos darmos a chance de uma bela reflexão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gZFSnYrwp8/TvCyaNDeumI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZJzLgWhvsNE/s1600/brilho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gZFSnYrwp8/TvCyaNDeumI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZJzLgWhvsNE/s400/brilho.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;"Nossa Senhora, com o Menino Jesus em seus braços, resolveu descer à Terra e visitar um mosteiro. Orgulhosos, todos os padres fizeram uma grande fila, e cada um chegava diante da Virgem para prestar sua homenagem. Um declamou belos poemas, outro mostrou suas iluminuras para a Bíblia, um terceiro disse o nome de todos os santos. E assim por diante, monge após monge, homenageou Nossa Senhora e o Menino Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No último lugar da fila, havia um padre, o mais humilde do convento, que nunca havia aprendido os sábios textos da época. Seus pais eram pessoas simples, que trabalhavam num velho circo das redondezas, e tudo que lhe haviam ensinado era atirar bolas para cima e fazer alguns malabarismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou sua vez, os outros padres quiseram encerrar as homenagens, porque o antigo malabarista não tinha nada de importante para dizer, e podia desmoralizar a imagem do convento. Entretanto, no fundo do seu coração, também ele sentia uma imensa necessidade de dar alguma coisa de si para Jesus e a Virgem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envergonhado, sentindo o olhar reprovador de seus irmãos, ele tirou algumas laranjas do bolso e começou a jogá-las para cima, fazendo malabarismos, que era a única coisa que sabia fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi só neste instante que o Menino Jesus sorriu, e começou a bater palmas no colo de Nossa Senhora. E foi para ele que a Virgem estendeu os braços, deixando que segurasse um pouco o menino." (Trecho extraído do livro O Alquimista, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Então, nada de pressa para comprar presentes. Nada de presentes caros. Pois,&amp;nbsp; o melhor presente que você pode dar nesse período e sempre, é um abraço recheado de alegria. Saiba que um abraço dado com amor, contagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;Desejo que a bela sementinha do Natal, a LUZ de Nosso Senhor, brilhe em todos os corações. E que  possamos ser nós mesmos, sem pressa, com saúde, paz e prosperidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL e um ANO NOVO de PAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="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="western" style="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/5168493014918411615-8387719405074915765?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEtN6rowO18' title='Observações Natalinas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8387719405074915765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8387719405074915765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8387719405074915765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8387719405074915765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/12/observacoes-natalinas.html' title='Observações Natalinas'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gZFSnYrwp8/TvCyaNDeumI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZJzLgWhvsNE/s72-c/brilho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-7835581057687546615</id><published>2011-12-08T13:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:45:01.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cavalo e o Burro por  Monteiro Lobato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O cavalo e o burro seguiam juntos para a cidade.&amp;nbsp; O cavalo  contente da vida, folgando com uma carga de quatro arrobas apenas, e o  burro — coitado!&amp;nbsp; gemendo sob o peso de oito.&amp;nbsp; Em certo ponto, o burro  parou e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Não posso mais!&amp;nbsp; Esta carga excede às minhas forças e o  remédio é repartirmos o peso irmãmente, seis arrobas para cada um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O cavalo deu um pinote e relichou uma gargalhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Ingênuo!&amp;nbsp; Quer então que eu arque com seis arrobas quando posso tão bem continuar com as quatro?&amp;nbsp; Tenho cara de tolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O burro gemeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Egoísta,&amp;nbsp; Lembre-se que se eu morrer você terá que seguir com a carga de quatro arrobas e mais a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O cavalo pilheriou de novo e a coisa ficou por isso.&amp;nbsp; Logo adiante, porém, o burro tropica, vem ao chão e rebenta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chegam os tropeiros, maldizem a sorte e sem demora arrumam  com as oito arrobas do burro sobre as quatro do cavalo egoísta.&amp;nbsp; E como o  cavalo refuga, dão-lhe de chicote em cima, sem dó nem piedade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Bem feito!&amp;nbsp; exclamou o papagaio.&amp;nbsp; Quem mandou ser mais  burro que o pobre burro e não compreender que o verdadeiro egoísmo era  aliviá-lo da carga em excesso?&amp;nbsp; Tome!&amp;nbsp; Gema dobrado agora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monteiro Lobato, José Bento&lt;/strong&gt;, Taubaté, SP, 1882 – 1948, escritor, contista, dedicou-se à literatura infantil.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/5168493014918411615-7835581057687546615?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/7835581057687546615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=7835581057687546615' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7835581057687546615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7835581057687546615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-cavalo-e-o-burro-por-monteiro-lobato.html' title='O Cavalo e o Burro por  Monteiro Lobato'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-2362810546577060096</id><published>2011-11-28T14:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:31:05.027-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O  Pessegueiro e a Castanheira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Um pessegueiro olhou para a castanheira ao seu lado e invejou os galhos carregados de sua companheira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;- Por que esta árvore dá tantos frutos, pensou ele - e eu produzo tão poucos? Isto não é justo. Vou tentar fazer o mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;- Não tente - disse-lhe um jovem pé de ameixas que lera o pensamento do pessegueiro - você não reparou na grossura dos galhos da castanheira? Não vê o tamanho do tronco? Cada um de nós deve dar aquilo que é capaz. Pense em produzir bons pêssegos. O importante é a qualidade, e não a quantidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Porém o pessegueiro, cego de inveja, não lhe deu ouvidos. Pediu a suas raízes que sugassem mais alimento do solo, que seus veios transportassem mais seiva, que seus ramos dessem mais flores e que as flores se transformassem em frutas até que, ao chegar a época da colheita, ele estivesse carregado de cima a baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mas quando os pêssegos amadureceram, seu peso aumentou, e os galhos não conseguiram sustentá-los. O tronco também não agüentou aqueles galhos tão carregados de frutas. Com um gemido, o pessegueiro curvou-se.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;E então, num grande estrondo, o tronco quebrou e caiu. E os pêssegos apodreceram ao pé da castanheira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXYcUyqw8aM/TtOx_JDVN8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/yGQRoQdJS-8/s1600/pessegueiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXYcUyqw8aM/TtOx_JDVN8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/yGQRoQdJS-8/s400/pessegueiro.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Florada de um Pessegueiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: "Fábula e Lendas" de Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-2362810546577060096?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/2362810546577060096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=2362810546577060096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2362810546577060096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2362810546577060096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-pessegueiro-e-castanheira.html' title='O  Pessegueiro e a Castanheira'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXYcUyqw8aM/TtOx_JDVN8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/yGQRoQdJS-8/s72-c/pessegueiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8411194915252475397</id><published>2011-11-24T18:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:04:31.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMAVERA DOS LIVROS 2011 nos Jardins do Museu da República de  24 a 27 de novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alignment="" alt="" border="" hspace="" src="file:///C:/%5CDocuments%20and%20Settings%5CUsuario%5Cmeusdocumentos%5Cprimavera2011convite" style="background-color: white; 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VAI E VEM!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoqjyYeZbeo/TrO4cL5P0-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/kkcz11qR7xE/s1600/primeiradacapavaievem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoqjyYeZbeo/TrO4cL5P0-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/kkcz11qR7xE/s400/primeiradacapavaievem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nos vemos na Caki Books! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O livro é encontrado no formato impresso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pelo site&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Passa lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-1962644793639587519?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cakibooks.com.br/' title='VAI E VEM'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1962644793639587519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1962644793639587519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1962644793639587519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1962644793639587519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/11/vai-e-vem.html' title='VAI E VEM'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoqjyYeZbeo/TrO4cL5P0-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/kkcz11qR7xE/s72-c/primeiradacapavaievem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-9019991531168439262</id><published>2011-11-02T21:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:05:16.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PÉ DE LATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E foi assim...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No PLAC, PLOC... PLAC, PLOC... PLAC, PLOC ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que Aninha veio animadíssima de uma de suas mais divertidas investidas nas últimas férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quer saber mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vem comigo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Venha e descubra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAmP28TcZWU/TrHTRd95X6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bAgv0OWEqls/s1600/primeiradacapapedelata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAmP28TcZWU/TrHTRd95X6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bAgv0OWEqls/s320/primeiradacapapedelata.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nos vemos na Caki Books! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O livro é encontrado no formato impresso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pelo site&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Passa lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-9019991531168439262?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cakibooks.com.br/' title='PÉ DE LATA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/9019991531168439262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=9019991531168439262' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9019991531168439262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9019991531168439262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/11/pe-de-lata.html' title='PÉ DE LATA'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAmP28TcZWU/TrHTRd95X6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bAgv0OWEqls/s72-c/primeiradacapapedelata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5201521110408053163</id><published>2011-11-02T21:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:17:35.305-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda cultural para sábado?  Aqui vai uma dica para pais e baixinhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KUVKPnoiY/TrHPBVYZcbI/AAAAAAAAANc/1_2C85QsUi4/s1600/UNKNOWN_PARAMETER_VALUE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KUVKPnoiY/TrHPBVYZcbI/AAAAAAAAANc/1_2C85QsUi4/s400/UNKNOWN_PARAMETER_VALUE.jpg" width="400" /&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/5168493014918411615-5201521110408053163?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/5201521110408053163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=5201521110408053163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5201521110408053163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5201521110408053163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/11/agenda-cultural-para-sabado-aqui-vai.html' title='Agenda cultural para sábado?  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Feira do Livro de Porto Alegre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUvNIoGR4zA/TrAhA5Dx1tI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sZLoRx_sOOo/s1600/AEILIJ.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUvNIoGR4zA/TrAhA5Dx1tI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sZLoRx_sOOo/s640/AEILIJ.png" width="411" /&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/5168493014918411615-1987430054719912566?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1987430054719912566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1987430054719912566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1987430054719912566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1987430054719912566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/11/iii-seminario-aeilij-57a-feira-do-livro.html' title='III Seminário AEILIJ - 57a. Feira do Livro de Porto Alegre'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUvNIoGR4zA/TrAhA5Dx1tI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sZLoRx_sOOo/s72-c/AEILIJ.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-9189027671931438836</id><published>2011-10-19T09:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:32:09.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como quer a vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Quero  sim. Tudo de muito e mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Mas, tudo de muito é mais. Tudo de mais é  menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Tudo mais ou menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Tudo junto. Tudo misturado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Sempre tudo  junto, misturado, mais e menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Fica melhor assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHx4XPYl9gI/Tp60cqcibbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-X9EFYDAeMg/s1600/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHx4XPYl9gI/Tp60cqcibbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-X9EFYDAeMg/s320/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Por Naná Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-9189027671931438836?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/9189027671931438836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=9189027671931438836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9189027671931438836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9189027671931438836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/10/como-quer-vida.html' title='Como quer a vida?'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHx4XPYl9gI/Tp60cqcibbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-X9EFYDAeMg/s72-c/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3782578868265306362</id><published>2011-10-06T11:18:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:14:15.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AEILIJ SOLIDÁRIA - SOLAR MENINOS DE LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0; 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Cheia de luz!&lt;br /&gt;Contação de história do livro Vai e Vem (Ed. Cakibooks) com oficina de brinquedo, e&amp;nbsp; instrumentos musicais confeccionados por Flávio Monteiro da Casa do Tambor Percussão.&lt;br /&gt;Teve pirulito com flor. Pipoca com paçoca. Guaraná com fruta. História doce como açúcar com criançada linda prá lá de animada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-3782578868265306362?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3782578868265306362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3782578868265306362' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3782578868265306362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3782578868265306362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/10/aeilij-solidario-solar-meninos-de-luz.html' title='AEILIJ SOLIDÁRIA - SOLAR MENINOS DE LUZ'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6217/6216961301_0d64e732a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-2910008384676927755</id><published>2011-09-27T06:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:36:50.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História doce como açúcar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFwe-pUw2-0/ToGU2rQQLWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iLtg7fZCqeA/s1600/AEILIJ+Solid%252B%25C3%25ADria+estudo+de+logo+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFwe-pUw2-0/ToGU2rQQLWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iLtg7fZCqeA/s200/AEILIJ+Solid%252B%25C3%25ADria+estudo+de+logo+02.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pirulito com flor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pipoca com paçoca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guaraná com fruta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;História doce como açúcar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje tem contação no Solar Meninos de Luz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma parceria AEILIJ Solidária gostosa de participar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E... 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Pode parecer engraçado, e até é, mas é a pura verdade. E o resultado até aqui? Aninha adora histórias e ama ler. Toda noite, eu disse TODA noite,&amp;nbsp; ela pede para ler um livro. Eu posso estar morta de cansada. Mas, não recuso nenhum pedido. Desperto na hora. E não pensem que a baixinha dorme antes de terminar a história. Na nani na não. A sapeca fica ali ouvindo tudo. E depois ainda conversa um pouquinho a respeito do assunto, de um personagem, ilustração, o que for. E quando viajamos, ai de mim que não carregue uns livros. Tenho que contar de cor algumas, sejam as minhas ou as mais clássicas, ou inventar(o que é legal abessa). Por isso, tenho a mochila dos livros. Que está sempre ali pronta para cair no mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, a leitura foi a do "O CARTEIRO CHEGOU" de Janet &amp;amp; Allan Ahlberg, da Companhia das Letrinhas. Quer livro mais gracioso que esse? Claro, tem aos montes! Contudo, por esse peguei simplesmente um carinho especial. Pois... Tem cartinha de verdade! E rimos muito lendo cada uma. Já tinhamos lido antes. E toda vez parece que é a primeira. Outra confissão por gostar muito desse livro: adoro cartas! Pena, que quase não usamos mais. O mundo é das mensagens eletrônicas. Igualmente gostosas.&amp;nbsp; Porém, uma carta é uma carta, certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois bem, para quem gosta de cartas e de personagens clássicos trocando em miúdos, aqui segue a sinopse com a dica para pais e baixinhos se divertirem como faço com a minha pequena Ana. Boa leitura! Beijocas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-rC3UF-YLC0s/Tkp4JpvsksI/AAAAAAAAALw/QlMPb0jR_kA/s1600/livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC3UF-YLC0s/Tkp4JpvsksI/AAAAAAAAALw/QlMPb0jR_kA/s400/livro.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como todo mundo, os contos de fadas gostam de mandar e receber  cartas. João, por exemplo, mal tem tempo de agradecer o gigante pelas  ótimas férias que sua galinha de ovos de ouro lhe proporcionou.  Cachinhos Dourados aproveita para se desculpar com a família Urso por  ter causado confusão na casa. E o que seria da bruxa sem o catálogo de  ofertas do Empório da Bruxaria, que esse mês oferece uma promoção  especial de mistura para torta Menino Fofo? Por isso, quando o carteiro  chega é sempre uma festa, e todo mundo o convida para entrar. Mas às  vezes - especialmente em caso de Lobo Mau - ele prefere recusar o  chazinho e dar no pé o mais rápido possível. O livro, que é todo contado  em rimas, vem cheio de cartas de verdade, postais, livrinhos e  convites, com envelope e tudo.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-1177283969344976729?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.companhiadasletras.com.br/detalhe.php?codigo=40443' title='O CARTEIRO CHEGOU !'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1177283969344976729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1177283969344976729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1177283969344976729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1177283969344976729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-carteiro-chegou.html' title='O CARTEIRO CHEGOU !'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC3UF-YLC0s/Tkp4JpvsksI/AAAAAAAAALw/QlMPb0jR_kA/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-4142429694950613472</id><published>2011-08-15T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:38:13.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecendo mais o que acontece por ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://negroatividade.blogspot.com/#.TkmtT4wIoIk.blogger"&gt;BLACK NEWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem ainda não conhece, aqui vai uma dica:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trabalhos fantásticos de Maurício Negro - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escritor, Ilustrador e Design Gráfico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passa lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5168493014918411615-4142429694950613472?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://negroatividade.blogspot.com/#.TkmtT4wIoIk.blogger' title='Conhecendo mais o que acontece por ai'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4142429694950613472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4142429694950613472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4142429694950613472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4142429694950613472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/08/conhecendo-mais-o-que-acontece-por-ai.html' title='Conhecendo mais o que acontece por ai'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5010776095871583682</id><published>2011-07-31T22:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:00:46.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de contos - Os Mistérios de Itacueretaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;"Há muitos anos atrás, quando o próprio tempo nem poderia dar conta de quanto tempo tinha, um grupo de guerreiros recolhidos morava no alto de uma colina onde o vento cantava com força e em forma de prece. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Havia vida em abundância e prosperidade em todos os cantos do belo vale verde, que mais tarde viria a ser conhecido como &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Itacueretaba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;, a cidade extinta de pedras." &amp;nbsp;Por Naná Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; 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Na noite anterior ao ler meus e-mails vi que no sábado à tarde o Gregória Filho estará no Museu do Folclore dividindo histórias. Já marquei na agenda. Estarei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com o coração cheio de alegria percebi que não era só isso.&amp;nbsp;Levantei e vi que o dia estava completamente diferente. Fui buscar as cores do céu. O cheiro da terra. Uma leveza entrou em minha alma. Fiz um chá de erva cidreira. Sentei e fui ajeitando o computador para iniciar o dia de trabalho. E as palavras chegavam com a maior tranquilidade. Inspiração, pensei. Coisa boa. O dia vai ser bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei o calendário. 26. Julho. Vinte e seis de julho... &amp;nbsp;Vinte e seis de julho! Claro!&lt;br /&gt;SALUBA!! SALUBA NANÃ! SALUBA NANÃ BURUKU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me ocorreu uma felicidade imensa o despertar dessas sensações todas! Adoro mitos e lendas de raiz.&lt;br /&gt;Já no perfil de uma amiga tinha postado uma singela homenagem e aqui não pude ser diferente:&amp;nbsp;Mãe das Mães é seu dia. Vinte e seis de julho, dia de Nanã!&lt;br /&gt;Uns dizem Mães dos Orixás. E aqui vamos, com ou sem religiosidade, porém com enorme respeito aos mitos e lendas desse Orixá feminino, Deusa da Vida e da Morte. Da transformação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música eternizada nas vozes dos melhores intérpretes da MPB como João Gilberto, Maria Bethânia, Gal Costa, Caetano Veloso e outros diz assim - Cordeiro de Nanã : &amp;nbsp;" Fui chamado de cordeiro/mas não sou codeiro não/preferi ficar calado/que falar em légua, não/o meu silêncio é uma singela oração/minha santa fé/meu cantar/me deu as forças que sustentam meu viver/meu cantar/é um apelo que eu faço à Nanã/Sou de NANÃ Ê UÁ Ê UÁ Ê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem é Nanã? Sem aprofundar muito, &amp;nbsp;aqui vão algumas considerações do que andei lendo a respeito: É um Orixá feminino muito antigo que em diversos mitos aparece como uma das divindades criadoras do mundo. A ela são atribuídos a fecundidade, a riqueza, o ciclo da morte e renascimento. Seu elemento terreno de representação natural é a lama; mistura de água e terra. O barro é vida. Nanã é criação, vida e história. Também associada aos pântanos e águas paradas em algumas regiões como os lodos dos rios e mares. Sua árvore símbolo é o Baobá. Dia da Semana: Terça-feira. Cores: Azul, Violeta e Branco rajado. Severa e determinada em tudo que se propõe a fazer. &amp;nbsp;Na Igreja Católica é representada por Sant'Ana, Mãe de Maria. É cultuada em todo país nas religiões Afro-brasileiras.&lt;br /&gt;O que viria a ser um Orixá? São os guardiões dos elementos da natureza, segundo a mitologia Yoruba - Língua/povo africano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentre as mais diversas lendas que trata dessa belíssima Mãe, Nanã, uma chama mais a atenção e nos remete ao seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dizem que quando Olorum, o ser Supremo, encarregou Oxalá de fazer o mundo e modelar o ser humano, Oxalá tentou vários caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentou fazer o Homem de ar, como ele. Não deu certo, pois o Homem logo se desvaneceu. Tentou fazer de pau, mas a criatura ficou dura. De pedra, mas ainda a tentativa foi pior. Fez de fogo e o Homem se consumiu. Tentou azeite, água e até vinho de palma, e nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi então que Nanã veio em seu socorro e deu a Oxalá a lama, o barro do fundo da lagoa onde morava ela, a lama sob as águas, que é Nanã. Oxalá criou o Homem, o modelou no barro. Com o sopro de Olorum ele caminhou. Com a ajuda dos Orixás povoou a terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, ficou consagrado que um dia, depois de viver suas experiências, &amp;nbsp;o homem tem que morrer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seu corpo voltará a terra, voltará a natureza de Nanã. Nanã deu a matéria no começo, mas quer de volta no final tudo o que é seu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa lenda descreve a natureza de Nanã como a Grande Mãe de onde tudo nasce e tudo retorna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; (fonte:sagrado-feminino.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas energias a todos e que a Mãe das Mães nos banhe com paz, amor, harmonia e prosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;Saluba, Nanã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechamos com música e um pouco de brasilidade:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyIsfdwhQRE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyIsfdwhQRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-1255359183901795006?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sagrado-feminino.blogspot.com/2009/12/nana-buruku-matriarca-africana-e-suma.html' title='Mitos e Lendas Nanã Buruku'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1255359183901795006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1255359183901795006' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1255359183901795006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1255359183901795006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/07/mitos-e-lendas-nana-buruku.html' title='Mitos e Lendas Nanã Buruku'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5083894970997454021</id><published>2011-06-12T12:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:47:22.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TREM DE HISTÓRIAS - O EMBARQUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis que chegamos para o embarque na estação do &lt;i&gt;Trem de Histórias&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O trabalho ficou muito lindo! E conta com muitas histórias fantásticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá você vai achar o meu conto &lt;i&gt;O Cavaleiro de Ferro&lt;/i&gt; ilustrado pela Carla Pilla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se posso falar um pouquinho dele? Posso sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma história, dentro de uma outra história, &amp;nbsp;dentro de outra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou seja, é um embarque dentro de outro, dentro de um outro e outro. Como nos chama assim a vivenciar nosso &lt;i&gt;Trem de Histórias&lt;/i&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 personagem principal é o menino Felipe. Um jovem que vive em um outro tempo, lá na frente, &amp;nbsp;no século XXII, no ano de 2102. O mundo parece ter evoluído. A divisão política do universo toma outra forma. &amp;nbsp;E como os restaurantes de hoje, que existe um em casa esquina, naquele século existem estações literárias interplanetárias. Uma em cada canto do espaço, se podemos dizer assim. Cada estação literária dedica-se por um tema e um período no tempo. São leituras em telas grandes em ambiente virtual. A meninada dessa época é plugada na literatura literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dessa vez, Felipe embarca para a estação literária do século XX. E nessa leitura vai achar a história de um outro menino, o Guto, que mora com sua tia e seu avó, e mais dois bichanos: Gezebel, uma gata siamesa e Tonton, um hamster branco. Uma pitadinha de família, uma de sentimento, com mais outras pitadinhas divertidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os animais de estimação fazem algumas travessuras que acabam numa aventura de gato e rato. E é nessa hora que a história entra em outra. Os traquineiros, Gezebel e Tonton, &amp;nbsp;acabam por cair numa trapalhada no &amp;nbsp;Cavaleiro de Ferro, um trem de brinquedo &amp;nbsp;de 1938 vindo da Alemanha, paixão de Guto que herdou de seu &amp;nbsp;avô Luciano. Ambos amam ferromodelismo. Amor esse que passa de geração em geração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo isso chama a atenção de Felipe que está degustando a história lá da estação literária!&lt;br /&gt;E espero que tenha chamado a sua também! Pois, esperamos você na estação de embarque do &lt;i&gt;Trem de Histórias&lt;/i&gt;, no nosso século, o XXI, pela narrativa da autora que vos escreve nessas linhas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trem de Histórias&lt;/i&gt; - 20 escritos e ilustrações encantadores que aguardam a sua preciosa visita.&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/-jhYcUnPDSrI/TfTRwbvXL5I/AAAAAAAAALc/n4Fv1Z146kQ/s1600/SAM_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhYcUnPDSrI/TfTRwbvXL5I/AAAAAAAAALc/n4Fv1Z146kQ/s400/SAM_3659.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Naná, Aninha e Raquel no Salão FNLIJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Algumas curiosidades do texto O Cavaleiro de Ferro&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wu&lt;/b&gt;: significa o número cinco em chinês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distrito Centúria&lt;/b&gt;: na ficção do conto, é uma região entre os planetas Terra e Marte onde estão as estações literárias. Sendo uma alusão ao tipo de formação da infantaria do antigo exército Romano, que no conto toma a disposição da formação das estações literárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Região Federada&lt;/b&gt;: na ficção do conto, o Universo está dividido em regiões federadas ou seja um grupo de planetas habitados comandado, nesse caso, &amp;nbsp;pelo planeta Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cavaleiro de Ferro&lt;/b&gt;: Antes da criação das comboios à vapor, as máquinas de ferro (carruagens e semelhantes) eram puxadas em trilhos por animais. Vem do inglês&lt;i&gt; iron horse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferromodelismo:&lt;/b&gt; É um&lt;i&gt; hobby&lt;/i&gt;, passa tempo, que consiste em construir miniaturas de trem e seus acessórios a partir de modelos do tamanho normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marklin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: &amp;nbsp;É uma empresa tradicional alemã que fabrica miniaturas de trem. A fábrica foi criada em 1859 por Theodor Friedrich Wilhelm Marklin e existe até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para ter o Trem de Histórias em mãos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai: &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;O livro nos formatos impresso (capa dura) ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e-book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;poderá ser adquirido pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;site&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;da Editora Caki Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/" style="color: #cc3300; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Y9t8O6aIQ/Te6zV8UghNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sF2oXTy9yg4/s1600/salao_FNLIJ_2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Y9t8O6aIQ/Te6zV8UghNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sF2oXTy9yg4/s1600/salao_FNLIJ_2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-3044610517920734767?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3044610517920734767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3044610517920734767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3044610517920734767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3044610517920734767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/06/13o-salao-fnlij.html' title='13o Salão FNLIJ'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Y9t8O6aIQ/Te6zV8UghNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sF2oXTy9yg4/s72-c/salao_FNLIJ_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-817344569899547214</id><published>2011-05-28T15:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:54:13.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TREM DE HISTÓRIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A primeira antologia da AEILIJ (&lt;a href="http://www.aeilij.org.br/" style="color: #cc3300; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.aeilij.org.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;conta com a participação entusiasmada e voluntária de escritores e ilustradores de alto nível e apaixonados pelo que fazem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O TREM DE HISTÓRIAS chegará em junho e a estação inaugural &amp;nbsp;será o stand da Associação no 13o. Salão FNLIJ &amp;nbsp;que este ano acontecerá no Centro de Convenções da Sul América nos dias 06 a 17/06/2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estamos bem pertinho do embarque! &amp;nbsp;Esperamos você por lá!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--z3Jv2umQa4/TeE18LVheKI/AAAAAAAAALM/IHNpm0lqPBU/s1600/capa_tremdehistorias_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--z3Jv2umQa4/TeE18LVheKI/AAAAAAAAALM/IHNpm0lqPBU/s400/capa_tremdehistorias_blog.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Capa - &amp;nbsp;Xilogravura de Nireuda Longobardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O livro nos formatos impresso (capa dura) ou &lt;i&gt;e-book&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;poderá ser adquirido pelo &lt;i&gt;site&lt;/i&gt; da Editora Caki Books&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;. 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padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O &lt;b&gt;CENTRO DE CONVENÇÕES DA SUL AMÉRICA &lt;/b&gt;fica na&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Av: Paulo de Frontin, 1 - Cidade Nova - Centro - Rio de Janeiro - RJ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: inherit; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: text-top;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tel.: (+ 55 21) 3293-6700 Fax: (+ 55 21) 3292-6721&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dica:&lt;/b&gt; a estação do Metrô do Estácio fica em frente ao centro de convenções. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-817344569899547214?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/817344569899547214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=817344569899547214' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/817344569899547214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/817344569899547214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/05/trem-de-historias.html' title='TREM DE HISTÓRIAS'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--z3Jv2umQa4/TeE18LVheKI/AAAAAAAAALM/IHNpm0lqPBU/s72-c/capa_tremdehistorias_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1522797045699314678</id><published>2011-05-21T21:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:28:51.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha que tem coisa boa vindo aí, Gente!  Antologia AEILIJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um TREM DE HISTÓRIAS vem vindo por aí... Piuiiiiii! ... Piuiiiiii! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagina o que acontece quando 37 artistas estão juntos: são 74 mãos na massa!&lt;br /&gt;Turma linda, dedicada e caprichosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O resultado? Bem ... Uma festa literária!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira antologia da AEILIJ (&lt;a href="http://www.aeilij.org.br/"&gt;http://www.aeilij.org.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;conta com a participação entusiasmada e voluntária de escritores e ilustradores de alto nível e apaixonados pelo que fazem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Organizada pelo escritor Alexandre de Castro Gomes (&lt;a href="http://alexandredecastrogomes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alexandredecastrogomes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), com apresentação de Anna Claudia Ramos (&lt;a href="http://www.annaclaudiaramos.com.br/"&gt;http://www.annaclaudiaramos.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;), escritora e presidente da Associação, e com edição pela Cakibooks (&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;a obra é um presente aos leitores que viajarão em cada conto, crônica e poesia que foram ricamente ilustrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Participo da Antologia com o conto CAVALEIRO DE FERRO ilustrado graciosamente por Carla Pilla (&lt;a href="http://www.carlapilla.com.br/"&gt;http://www.carlapilla.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzC0vQ7_uBk/TdhY1_jUl9I/AAAAAAAAALI/v_AlJUA7-58/s1600/cavaleirodeferro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzC0vQ7_uBk/TdhY1_jUl9I/AAAAAAAAALI/v_AlJUA7-58/s400/cavaleirodeferro.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ilustração - Carla Pilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para conhecer mais, fiquem atentos ao chamado da plataforma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Embarque em 15 segundos ... Embarque em 10 segundos ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, então... Vamos viajar? &amp;nbsp;Embarque nessa! &amp;nbsp;Nos vemos na próxima estação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O livro estará disponível nos formatos impresso e e-book. Basta acessar o site&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cakibooks.com.br/"&gt;http://www.cakibooks.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e encomendar o seu a partir de junho/2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a turma bonita que embarcou no TREM DE HISTÓRIAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Adriano Messias &lt;a href="http://adrianomessiasescritor.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #810081; line-height: normal;"&gt;http://adrianomessiasescritor.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Alessandra Roscoe &lt;a href="http://contoscantoseencantos.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;http://contoscantoseencantos.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alexandre de Castro Gomes &lt;span style="color: #810081; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogao.com.br/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;www.blogao.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; 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cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #810081; line-height: normal;"&gt;http://www.caleidoscopio.art.br/angelaleite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Anielizabeth &lt;a href="http://anielizabeth.blogspot.com/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 17px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #810081; line-height: normal;"&gt;http://anielizabeth.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Anna Claudia Ramos &lt;a href="http://www.annaclaudiaramos.com.br/" style="color: blue; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; 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Semana de Museus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na semana que vem começa a &lt;b&gt;9a. Semana de Museus&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Serão diversos eventos que acontecerão entre os dias &lt;b&gt;16 a 22 de maio de 2011&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;em comemoração ao &lt;b&gt;Dia Internacional de Museus&lt;/b&gt; celebrado no dia 18 de maio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiquem atentos! As atividades são: passeios, visitas guiadas, oficinas, &lt;i&gt;shows&lt;/i&gt;, concertos, recitais, palestras, seminários e várias outras atrações para todas as idades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De acordo com o IBRAM - Instituto Brasileiro de Museus serão mais de 3.000 eventos em 994 Museus e Instituições Culturais de 502 cidades de todos os estados do Brasil com programação especial ao público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VEJA A PROGRAMAÇÃO COMPLETA COM UM CLIQUE NO TÍTULO ACIMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma grande festa de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;história e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cultura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você não pode ficar fora dessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-wMyCbzHeIBI/TcvXnm7mPGI/AAAAAAAAALA/sVFi6yrOz7M/s1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzMuseu_nacionalzz.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMyCbzHeIBI/TcvXnm7mPGI/AAAAAAAAALA/sVFi6yrOz7M/s400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzMuseu_nacionalzz.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Museu Nacional na Quinta da Boa Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: IBRAM - Ministério da Cultura&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/5168493014918411615-6256452896497507687?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.museus.gov.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Guia-9-Semana-de-Museus-final.pdf' title='9a. 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Com o dobro de docilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Livro da Avó&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; é uma obra do escritor português Luís Silva publicado por Edições Afrontamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma belíssima dica de leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UFb4KeB5sM?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5168493014918411615-3651413705336009729?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3651413705336009729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3651413705336009729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3651413705336009729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3651413705336009729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/05/booktrailler-o-livro-da-avo.html' title='Booktrailler - O livro da Avó'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UFb4KeB5sM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-4772285057379134914</id><published>2011-05-01T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:31:28.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORDEL, a palavra encantada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;E a filha direto pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mamãe, diga,  o que é Cordel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Na embalada a genitora diz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;não sei tirando resposta de onde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dizem que muito se vai nessa estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;num varal penduravam palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;palavras de gente falante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;de gente apressada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;De gente que lutava,  de gente que viajava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;De gente empolgante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;com muito ou sem nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gente que falava palavra encantada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os versos acima surgiram quando estava estudando com minha filha neste domingo e nos deparamos com a encantadora literatura de cordel. Foi um momento rico e lúdico, cheio de históricos e história. Passamos por livros, textos soltos, cordelinhos,vídeo, sites e etc. E que universo riquíssimo esse. E as respostas foram aparecendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"O cordel veio da Europa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no fim do século passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no Nordeste do Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;ele foi bem implantado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;e os poetas conseguiram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;com ele bom resultado"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como nos conta com os versos acima o poeta José Francisco Borges, o Cordel, esse gênero tão brasileiro e popular não é uma invenção nossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa literatura leva o nome de Cordel porque os folhetos ficavam pendurados em cordões nos locais de venda. E veio trazida de Portugal. Aqui, chegou junto com os colonos e encontrou um solo fértil. Tanto que até hoje é uma tradição forte e viva, principalmente no Nordeste do país.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, na verdade, o cordel existe há muito tempo e acompanhava os povos greco-romanos, fenícios, cartagineses, saxões e etc. E conta-se que foi levado à Penísula Ibérica pelos Espanhóis e Portugueses lá pelo século XVI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os temas do Cordel estavam ligados à divulgação de histórias muito antigas, que vinham encantando os povos há séculos e eram transmitidas oralmente de uma geração a outra. Uma delas é a história de "&lt;i&gt;Carlos Magno e os Doze Pares de França&lt;/i&gt;". Já no Brasil, o cordel passou também a retratar os acontecimentos recentes. Quando não haviam meios de comunicação como jornais, rádio ou televisão, a poesia popular ocupou esse espaço na divulgação de fatos que despertavam o interesse do povo. Hoje é pura cultura: crença popular, poesia, política, romance, cantigas e entretenimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe o que descobrimos? Que de tão importante que é a contribuição cultural da literatura de cordel,  em 07 de setembro de 1988 foi fundada a Academia Brasileira de Literatura de Cordel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Da inspiração mais pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no mais luminoso dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;porque Cordel é cultura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;nasceu nossa Academia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;o céu da literatura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;a casa da poesia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;- Trecho do hino da ABLC -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quer aprender mais sobre a Literatura de Cordel? Acesse o título deste &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; e faça uma visita à Academia. Lá clique na bela antiga máquina de escrever e veja as mais variadas modalidades de como elaborar um cordel. Inspire-se e faço o seu! Tenho certeza que vai ser gostoso e divertido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo vocês com o Cordel em vídeo - A Árvore do Dinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2p7gMAPwcaU?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte de algumas informações pontuais: ABLC,  textos educativos e vídeo do Youtube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-4772285057379134914?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ablc.com.br/index.htm' title='CORDEL, a palavra encantada'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4772285057379134914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4772285057379134914' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4772285057379134914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4772285057379134914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/05/cordel-palavra-encantada.html' title='CORDEL, a palavra encantada'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2p7gMAPwcaU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3049485221641602115</id><published>2011-04-29T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:49:42.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição de Orquídeas no Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Uma bela dica para o final de semana: &lt;br /&gt;ABERTA a ORQUIDARIO no Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias &lt;b&gt;29 de abril a 1º de maio&lt;/b&gt; estará aberta a Exposição de Orquídeas do Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro. A mostra Orquídeas no Jardim é promovida em parceria pelo designer de joias Antonio Bernardo, patrocinador do Orquidário do JBRJ desde 1997, e a OrquidaRio, uma das mais importantes associações orquidófilas da América Latina, que este ano completa 25 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além dos stands de vendas de orquídeas, a programação contará com teatro infantil, cursos de iniciação ao cultivo, palestras com especialistas e a inédita visitação monitorada ao Orquidário, que será realizada nos três dias logo pela manhã. As atividades começarão às 8h e serão encerradas às 17h.&amp;nbsp;(fonte: www.jbrj.gov.br)&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/-ZCDT4SGa_cI/TbrPqqez2ZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HGrFMYWET-c/s1600/Nova+imagem.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCDT4SGa_cI/TbrPqqez2ZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HGrFMYWET-c/s400/Nova+imagem.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto by Naná Martins no Orquidário do JBRJ&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/5168493014918411615-3049485221641602115?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jbrj.gov.br/' title='Exposição de Orquídeas no Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3049485221641602115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3049485221641602115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3049485221641602115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3049485221641602115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/exposicao-de-orquideas-no-jardim.html' title='Exposição de Orquídeas no Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCDT4SGa_cI/TbrPqqez2ZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HGrFMYWET-c/s72-c/Nova+imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-371022682830842136</id><published>2011-04-29T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:49:45.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição AEILIJ  -  CORES E FORMAS QUE CONTAM HISTÓRIAS</title><content type='html'>Alô, Alô!! AEILIJ está colorindo em Sampa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição "Cores e Formas que Contam Histórias" está em exposição&lt;br /&gt;no SESI Gastão Vidigal, Vila Leopoldina, em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As visitas podem ser realizadas de segunda a sexta das 8h às 20h&lt;br /&gt;Aos sábados das 10h às 17h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exposição fica até o dia 06 de maio de 2011 - Aproveitem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para acessar mais: SESI&amp;nbsp; http://www.sesisp.org.br/home/2006/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-371022682830842136?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aeilij.org.br/' title='Exposição AEILIJ  -  CORES E FORMAS QUE CONTAM HISTÓRIAS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/371022682830842136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=371022682830842136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/371022682830842136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/371022682830842136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/exposicao-aeilij-cores-e-formas-que.html' title='Exposição AEILIJ  -  CORES E FORMAS QUE CONTAM HISTÓRIAS'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1243979538482019501</id><published>2011-04-24T18:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:14:36.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Coelhinho que não era de Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quer uma dica de leitura para a Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vivinho é um coelho normal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tem muitos irmãos e uma família legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o que ele vai ser quando crescer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coelho de Páscoa, só pode ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas Vivinho quer outra profissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que os pais vão aceitar sua decisão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isso é o que vamos descobrir em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;O Coelhinho que não era de Páscoa&lt;/b&gt;" de Ruth Rocha,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ilustrado por Elisabeth Teixeira, da Editora Salamandra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vale conferir! 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Em representação à vitória de San Jordi sobre o mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;Já o dia internacional do livro é assim comemorado em função da data de morte de dois grandes escritores de todos os tempos: Miguel de Cervantes e William Shakespeare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Clique no título acima e saiba mais a respeito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;Só dá para saber mesmo que ambos, o livro e a flor, nos encantam de todas as formas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bem, assim é o LIVRO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;E assim são os autores e os leitores - verdadeiros ENCANTADORES do tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;Um livro aproxima culturas, derrama lágrimas, amplia conhecimento, traz amigos, nos preenche de alegria ... É pura magia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;Em homenagem ao dia especial, segue um trecho de uma das obras mais conhecidas de Miguel de Cervantes, &amp;nbsp;que data de mais de 400 anos de existência, Don Quixote de La Mancha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A batalha dos moinhos de vento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Dom Quixote e Sancho Pança chegaram a um local onde havia trinta ou quarenta moinhos de vento. Dom Quixote disse a Sancho Pança que havia dezenas de míseros gigantes que ele ia combater. Sancho pediu para Dom Quixote observar melhor, pois não eram gigantes e sim moinhos (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STo77FAC8hs/TbN4ktN7IjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/U4u2RDuanAo/s1600/don-quixote-windmill.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STo77FAC8hs/TbN4ktN7IjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/U4u2RDuanAo/s320/don-quixote-windmill.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smcvFxMdHt4/TbBC6IJsDbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xoqc8UIlVzs/s1600/207825_183011498413951_100001153061851_422451_6639098_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smcvFxMdHt4/TbBC6IJsDbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xoqc8UIlVzs/s400/207825_183011498413951_100001153061851_422451_6639098_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desenho por Aninha Calmon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momento Mágico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8240552097025618281?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8240552097025618281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8240552097025618281' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8240552097025618281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8240552097025618281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-pascoa.html' title='É PÁSCOA!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smcvFxMdHt4/TbBC6IJsDbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xoqc8UIlVzs/s72-c/207825_183011498413951_100001153061851_422451_6639098_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-6337155790228606933</id><published>2011-04-19T14:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:50:27.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem aí, Tainá 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As divertidas aventuras em matas brasileiras estarão de volta em breve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TAINÁ 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para navegar pelo site interativo e educativo do filme&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dê um clique no título acima.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Encontre fotos, jogos e muito mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Plante uma árvore, regue-a e deixe seu recado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY4EcPncibQ/Ta3E2xnHYII/AAAAAAAAAKk/bG61HX0JDVs/s1600/mata_atlantica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY4EcPncibQ/Ta3E2xnHYII/AAAAAAAAAKk/bG61HX0JDVs/s320/mata_atlantica.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-6337155790228606933?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.taina3.com.br/' title='Vem aí, Tainá 3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6337155790228606933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6337155790228606933' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6337155790228606933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6337155790228606933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/vem-ai-taina-3.html' title='Vem aí, Tainá 3'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TY4EcPncibQ/Ta3E2xnHYII/AAAAAAAAAKk/bG61HX0JDVs/s72-c/mata_atlantica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-6332898828843057296</id><published>2011-04-18T11:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:09:31.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje a Literatura Infanto Juvenil está em Festa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dia 18 de abril foi instituído como o &lt;b&gt;Dia Nacional da Literatura Infantil,&lt;/b&gt; em homenagem a &lt;b&gt;Monteiro Lobato.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;José Bento Monteiro Lobato nasceu em Taubaté, interior de São Paulo, em 18 de abril de 1882. E em 2002, foi criada uma Lei 10.402/02 que registrou o seu nascimento como &lt;b&gt;Dia Oficial da Literatura Infanto-juvenil&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Um país se faz com homens e com livros”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa frase demonstra a importância que o escritor deu à leitura. Monteiro Lobato foi um dos maiores autores da literatura infanto-juvenil brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Valorizar sempre o folclore e a cultura brasileira era o seu forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dentre suas diversas obras destaca-se &lt;b&gt;O Sítio do Picapau Amarelo&lt;/b&gt;, que se transformou na maior obra da literatura infanto-juvenil. Quem não lembra da boneca de pano Emília., falante e espevitada, do&amp;nbsp; Visconde de Sabugosa,&amp;nbsp; o sabugo de milho sabido, da Cuca, a bruxa encantada, do Saci Pererê, da Dona Benta e da Tia Anastácia, da Narizinho e de Pedrinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um VIVA ao dia de hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Parabéns a todos aqueles que se dedicam à Literatura Infanto-Juvenil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parabéns aos jovens e crianças que nos inspiram neste verdadeiro universo mágico e encantador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JE-xtcMZ44E/TaxJmAF6TrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/29Eobric3Zc/s1600/SitioPicaPau-333-globo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JE-xtcMZ44E/TaxJmAF6TrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/29Eobric3Zc/s320/SitioPicaPau-333-globo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê um clique no título e acesse o site &lt;b&gt;ABC Kids,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Revista Eletrônica editada por Chris Angelotti&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;para saber mais um pouco sobre Monteiro Lobato,&amp;nbsp; e tantas outras coisas mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-6332898828843057296?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.abckids.com.br/vercuriosidade.php?codigo=15' title='Hoje a Literatura Infanto Juvenil está em Festa!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6332898828843057296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6332898828843057296' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6332898828843057296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6332898828843057296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-literatura-infanto-juvenil-esta-em.html' title='Hoje a Literatura Infanto Juvenil está em Festa!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JE-xtcMZ44E/TaxJmAF6TrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/29Eobric3Zc/s72-c/SitioPicaPau-333-globo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-965849035211157394</id><published>2011-04-16T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:01:23.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOMINGO NA CASA RUI BARBOSA</title><content type='html'>Domingo é na Casa de Rui!&lt;br /&gt;Passeio e contação de história com oficinas.&lt;br /&gt;Veja a programação:&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/-4zJbwtReu6U/Tamu7ih4sAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3vDqXCmVapc/s1600/filivirtualabril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zJbwtReu6U/Tamu7ih4sAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3vDqXCmVapc/s400/filivirtualabril.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecimento pela divulgação: Simone Bibian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-965849035211157394?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.casaruibarbosa.gov.br' title='DOMINGO NA CASA RUI BARBOSA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/965849035211157394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=965849035211157394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/965849035211157394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/965849035211157394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/domingo-na-casa-rui-barbosa.html' title='DOMINGO NA CASA RUI BARBOSA'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zJbwtReu6U/Tamu7ih4sAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3vDqXCmVapc/s72-c/filivirtualabril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-4598056598243163180</id><published>2011-04-15T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:46:46.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Geneva,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;Há dias em que um anjo me  acorda&lt;br /&gt;com gestos doces e  suaves.&lt;br /&gt;Desde criança é  assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar uma palavra... No pensamento diz: - Vem! Levanta e vem ver uma  coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O dia ainda é  noite.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite em despedida púrpura no  horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Um horizonte, que vagarosamente, segundo a segundo, se descortina alaranjado  deixando o céu antes  escuro,&lt;br /&gt;claro e com a cor do novo. E que agora seguirá  pintado.&lt;br /&gt;Os voos noturnos daqueles que madrugam são  recolhidos.&lt;br /&gt;Desperta o planar dos que alvorecem com beijinho do Beija  Flor.&lt;br /&gt;E do Sabiá que sabe que a claridade vai chegar. Somente ele sabe  ...&lt;br /&gt;O anjo já não fala mais em meu pensamento, pois de certo já mostrou o que  devia. Deixou sua  mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;Não raro nesses momentos me pego  transbordando.&lt;br /&gt;Penso: Águas dos rios... Dos rios internos que seguem seu curso.  Carregam alegria e gratidão. Desaguam nas águas, de todas as águas que elas  são.&lt;br /&gt;Digo baixinho: - Acho que ele me  ouviu...&lt;br /&gt;E começo o dia com um  sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por Naná Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-4598056598243163180?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4598056598243163180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4598056598243163180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4598056598243163180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4598056598243163180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-702944819815706685</id><published>2011-04-13T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:21:35.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangulinha – um espetáculo diferente sobre a diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nessa época em que muito se discute sobre  bullying nas escolas e até mesmo na internet, o tema da rejeição é assunto  recorrente.&amp;nbsp;Nada melhor do que tratar de forma lúdica algo tão áspero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim é o espetáculo&lt;strong&gt;  Triangulinha&lt;/strong&gt; que está em cartaz até 08 de maio no Teatro dos Quatro, no  Shopping da Gávea. Mesclando dança, animação, circo, teatro gestual, teatro mudo  e cenografia virtual conta a história da protagonista, um ser na forma de um  triângulo que vive num mundo onde os seres são redondos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com texto e direção de Mônica Alvarenga, a trilha  original do espetáculo ficou a cargo do artista Mu Carvalho. No elenco,  componentes da Intrépida Trupe e a atriz e bailarina acrobata recém-chegada dos  EUA, Kayo Muller. (Fonte: 1001 Roteirinhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-2Z5oo_IDCIU/TaWVCFwETeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/po9tBHDqMxY/s1600/Triangulinha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z5oo_IDCIU/TaWVCFwETeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/po9tBHDqMxY/s320/Triangulinha.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triangulinha&lt;/strong&gt;Teatro dos Quatro – Estrada da Gávea  52/lj.265 – Shopping da Gávea – Gávea -&amp;nbsp;RJ&lt;br /&gt;Sábados e domingos, às 17h&lt;br /&gt;Até  08 de maio&lt;br /&gt;Classificação Livre&lt;br /&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/5168493014918411615-702944819815706685?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://1001roteirinhos.com.br/2011/03/triangulinha/' title='Triangulinha – um espetáculo diferente sobre a diferença'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/702944819815706685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=702944819815706685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/702944819815706685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/702944819815706685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/triangulinha-um-espetaculo-diferente.html' title='Triangulinha – um espetáculo diferente sobre a diferença'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z5oo_IDCIU/TaWVCFwETeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/po9tBHDqMxY/s72-c/Triangulinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5695851100994862518</id><published>2011-04-10T07:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:19:39.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O DIÁRIO DE KAXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;O diário de Kaxi, &amp;nbsp;um curumim descobre o Brasil &lt;/i&gt;é ilustrado pelas crianças Munduruku da aldeia Katõ.&lt;br /&gt;Um livro belíssimo de Daniel Munduruku, Ed. Salesiana.&lt;br /&gt;Nele há uma jornada.&amp;nbsp;Ela é vivida, relatada e vista pelos olhos de um indígena que sai da sua aldeia para conhecer a diversidade de seu país.&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro encontro de culturas.&lt;br /&gt;"A cidade grande é uma coisa meio assustadora pra todo mundo. Até pra quem vive nela.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine agora uma criança da floresta pela primeira vez no meio de um monte de prédios, elevadores, automóveis, ônibus, gente que não acaba mais...&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno curumim se espanta. E, cumprindo o que prometeu aos amiguinhos da aldeia, Kaxi escreve neste diário as aventuras de sua viagem ao mundo dos "povos das caixas"&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo!&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/-iAnkHulrcz8/TaGG30xBTNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lnHw-JuUCTc/s1600/img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAnkHulrcz8/TaGG30xBTNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lnHw-JuUCTc/s320/img.jpg" width="320" /&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/5168493014918411615-5695851100994862518?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://danielmunduruku.blogspot.com/' title='O DIÁRIO DE KAXI'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/5695851100994862518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=5695851100994862518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5695851100994862518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5695851100994862518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-diario-de-kaxi.html' title='O DIÁRIO DE KAXI'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAnkHulrcz8/TaGG30xBTNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lnHw-JuUCTc/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3838439941167155147</id><published>2011-04-09T21:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:39:41.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatos! 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Tocante e narrativa emocionante. Apreciem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijocas a todos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5168493014918411615-6912363538590255654?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6912363538590255654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6912363538590255654' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6912363538590255654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6912363538590255654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/lenda-do-espantalho-en-espanol.html' title='A LENDA DO ESPANTALHO  (en español)'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BOz-2mg_pEo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3867544091150891997</id><published>2011-03-24T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:10:45.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adivinha ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem cabeça, mas não pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não tem boca, mas tem dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem barba, mas não tem queixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seu cheiro fica na gente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sq552vB9BHs/TYvrd6ZYCOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cC8Yf7oSwCE/s1600/Alho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sq552vB9BHs/TYvrd6ZYCOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cC8Yf7oSwCE/s320/Alho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-3867544091150891997?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3867544091150891997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3867544091150891997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3867544091150891997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3867544091150891997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/adivinha_24.html' title='Adivinha ...'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sq552vB9BHs/TYvrd6ZYCOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cC8Yf7oSwCE/s72-c/Alho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-865642547088432620</id><published>2011-03-16T09:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:13:06.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA RIR UM POUCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em família ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sujeito vai ao psiquiatra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Doutor, meu irmão é louco. Ele pensa que é uma galinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- E vocês já disseram para ele parar com isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Nós até que gostaríamos, mas é que precisamos de ovos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VdYFaaawp3E/TYCnNdkb1II/AAAAAAAAAJs/T0mpuZqCkk0/s1600/galinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VdYFaaawp3E/TYCnNdkb1II/AAAAAAAAAJs/T0mpuZqCkk0/s320/galinha.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Autoria desconhecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte: Almanaque de cultura popular. Andreato Comunicação e Cultura, SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-865642547088432620?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/865642547088432620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=865642547088432620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/865642547088432620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/865642547088432620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-rir-um-pouco.html' title='PARA RIR UM POUCO'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VdYFaaawp3E/TYCnNdkb1II/AAAAAAAAAJs/T0mpuZqCkk0/s72-c/galinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-7547520360243846510</id><published>2011-03-12T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:23:20.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O SEGREDO DA PLATAFORMA 13</title><content type='html'>Uma dica para a semana:&lt;br /&gt;O segredo da Plataforma 13 de Eva Ibbotson&lt;br /&gt;Aventura e magia. Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7VuAzxnm8ek/TXu5xIC0uxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/919p_E71hAI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7VuAzxnm8ek/TXu5xIC0uxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/919p_E71hAI/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocco.com.br/shopping/ExibirLivro.asp?Livro_ID=85-325-1421-9"&gt;http://www.rocco.com.br/shopping/ExibirLivro.asp?Livro_ID=85-325-1421-9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-7547520360243846510?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/7547520360243846510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=7547520360243846510' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7547520360243846510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7547520360243846510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-segredo-da-plataforma-13.html' title='O SEGREDO DA PLATAFORMA 13'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7VuAzxnm8ek/TXu5xIC0uxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/919p_E71hAI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-2872894931608990977</id><published>2011-03-12T08:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:45:36.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Condomínio dos Monstros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Quer uma indicação de leitura para o final de semana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Então, aqui vai: &amp;nbsp; Condomínio dos Monstros! &amp;nbsp; Dos talentosos amigos Alexandre de Castro Gomes e Cris Alhadeff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Tenho certeza que você vai achar um de seus vizinhos (parecidos) por lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5Ed1hR-974/TXtdOS2TP-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/7ch--bWCs28/s1600/capa_condominiodosmonstros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5Ed1hR-974/TXtdOS2TP-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/7ch--bWCs28/s200/capa_condominiodosmonstros.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;O texto é divertido, sim. Mas, também trata do respeito ao próximo e o quanto devemos observar os nossos limites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Recomendo! Divirta-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Acesse também:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexandredecastrogomes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alexandredecastrogomes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&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/5168493014918411615-2872894931608990977?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/2872894931608990977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=2872894931608990977' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2872894931608990977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2872894931608990977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/condominio-dos-monstros.html' title='Condomínio dos Monstros'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5Ed1hR-974/TXtdOS2TP-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/7ch--bWCs28/s72-c/capa_condominiodosmonstros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1518124061748905349</id><published>2011-03-11T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:58:09.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma citação em palavras vindas da língua Iorubá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Um contador de histórias contou para outro, que contou para outro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;que por sua vez acabou me contando para que fosse contado a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;todos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;vocês:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Que a água seja refrescante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Que o caminho seja suave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Que a casa seja hospitaleira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Que o mensageiro conduza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;em paz nossa palavra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; 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Ana de Hollanda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilma. Ministra,&lt;br /&gt;A Associação de Escritores e Ilustradores de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil (AEILIJ) vem manifestar total apoio às declarações de V. Exa. sobre as mudanças na Lei de Direitos Autorais.&lt;br /&gt;A posição adotada por esta Administração traz grande alento aos autores que, finalmente, veem o MinC preocupar-se em respeitar os direitos dos autores de obras artísticas e intelectuais. A orientação política delineada por V. Exa. vem ao encontro das demandas que apresentamos ao v. antecessor, e divulgadas em nossas publicações e cartas há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;A AEILIJ tem participado da Câmara Setorial do Livro, Leitura e Literatura por alguns anos e em diversas ações do MinC. Em 2010 publicamos na edição nº 14 de nosso boletim uma entrevista com Marcos Alves de Souza, da Diretoria de Direitos Intelectuais do MinC, que nos garantiu que nenhuma cláusula lesiva aos direitos dos autores passaria no anteprojeto de Lei. Como pudemos constatar, não foi bem isso o que aconteceu. O parágrafo único do artigo 46 da minuta proposta pela antiga gestão do MinC, por exemplo, fere todos os nossos direitos ao permitir o uso quase ilimitado do nosso trabalho sem autorização e remuneração.&lt;br /&gt;Tornamos público nosso apoio e colaboração à corajosa iniciativa de V. Exa., na certeza de que defendemos a sobrevivência artística e profissional dos autores que representamos, assim como à democratização da Literatura no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenciosamente,&lt;br /&gt;Anna Claudia Ramos&lt;br /&gt;Presidente da Associação de Escritores e Ilustradores de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil&lt;br /&gt;www.aeilij.org.br&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-4191071195127594301?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4191071195127594301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4191071195127594301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4191071195127594301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4191071195127594301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/carta-de-apoio-ministra-ana-holanda.html' title='CARTA DE APOIO À MINISTRA ANA DE  HOLLANDA - AEILIJ'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5426533943225951387</id><published>2011-03-09T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:28:35.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lune et l'autre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A lua e seu mundo de encanto ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_oxtrTFPh48?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-5426533943225951387?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/5426533943225951387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=5426533943225951387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5426533943225951387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5426533943225951387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/lune-et-lautre.html' title='Lune et l&apos;autre'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_oxtrTFPh48/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1371651079134181315</id><published>2011-03-08T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:49:19.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Centenário do nascimento de Maria Bonita -- Rainha do Cangaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yog7XuKruIo?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em certo 08 de março de 1911 nascia Maria Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher valente, firme e primeira a fazer parte do grupo de Cangaceiros do sertão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diferente do que se prega ao longo da história, que ainda denomina,  exclusivamente,  os Cangaceiros como foras da lei da época, na verdade eles representaram uma briga pela igualdade e divisão de riquezas ao povo sofrido e faminto do nordeste brasileiro.  Em nada faziam interesse ao governo, pois criavam frente às forças policiais e ameaçavam os grandes fazendeiros. E assim, foram apontados de violentos e arruaceiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria Gomes de Oliveira deixou sua vida pacata no Sítio Malhada da Caiçara no município de Paulo Afonso, na Bahia, por amor à Virgulino Ferreira, O Lampião, enfrentando adversidades naturais, físicas e políticas daquele período para se tornar Maria Bonita, e entrar para a história brasileira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;Em comemoração ao Dia Internacional da Mulher (08-03-2011) e o&lt;br /&gt;Centenário de nascimento de Maria Bonita (08-03-1911-2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-1371651079134181315?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1371651079134181315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1371651079134181315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1371651079134181315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1371651079134181315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/centenario-do-nascimento-de-maria.html' title='Centenário do nascimento de Maria Bonita -- Rainha do Cangaço'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Yog7XuKruIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5729467283874711195</id><published>2011-03-07T13:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:16:12.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana de Hollanda diz a revista que direitos autorais são 'quase como direitos trabalhistas' - O Globo Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lucidez. 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EU APOIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jEhezAjFvQw/TXUEURIiVGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u295RvzPm2Q/s1600/livros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jEhezAjFvQw/TXUEURIiVGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u295RvzPm2Q/s320/livros.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="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/5168493014918411615-5729467283874711195?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oglobo.globo.com/cultura/mat/2011/03/03/ana-de-hollanda-diz-revista-que-direitos-autorais-sao-quase-como-direitos-trabalhistas-923928817.asp' title='Ana de Hollanda diz a revista que direitos autorais são &apos;quase como direitos trabalhistas&apos; 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font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Diga se for capaz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quem é aquele&amp;nbsp;que num instante se quebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;se alguém diz o nome dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5CWmogUpWs/TW1ubPbax8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RB6cFNdaWUo/s1600/ponto-interrogacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5CWmogUpWs/TW1ubPbax8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RB6cFNdaWUo/s1600/ponto-interrogacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta: O Silêncio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-917784620672230073?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/917784620672230073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=917784620672230073' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/917784620672230073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/917784620672230073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/03/adivinha.html' title='Adivinha!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U5CWmogUpWs/TW1ubPbax8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RB6cFNdaWUo/s72-c/ponto-interrogacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8088555821096937396</id><published>2011-02-25T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:52:50.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travalíngua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Vamos de travalíngua?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Então ... Num sopro só: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;O tempo perguntou para o tempo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Qual é o tempo que o tempo tem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;O tempo respondeu pro tempo que não tem tempo de dizer pro tempo que o tempo do tempo é o tempo que o tempo tem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/-ZWD5UIj1_a4/TWf470jAAMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o5zKSZQKoRM/s1600/tempo%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWD5UIj1_a4/TWf470jAAMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o5zKSZQKoRM/s320/tempo%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Deixo aqui um carinho especial para vocês e para a Chris Angelloti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até a próxima! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8088555821096937396?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8088555821096937396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8088555821096937396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8088555821096937396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8088555821096937396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/02/travalingua.html' title='Travalíngua!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWD5UIj1_a4/TWf470jAAMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o5zKSZQKoRM/s72-c/tempo%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-4163556470970860838</id><published>2011-02-23T08:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:57:37.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto de todas as Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu já escrevi um conto azul, vários até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas este agora é um conto de todas as cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sim, porque era ma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; uma menina verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um menino azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um negrinho dourado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e um cachorro com todos os tons e entretons do arco íris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; devidamente nomeada pelo Senhor Prefeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;veio ao seu encontro uma Comissão de Doutores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- todos eles de preto, todos eles de barbas, todos eles de óculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;por mais que cheirassem e esfregassem os nossos quatro amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;viram que não adiantava nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e puseram-se gravemente a discutir se aquilo poderia ser mesmo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de nascença ou ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Mas nós não nascemos - interrompeu o cachorro -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nos fomos inventados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&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/-ZiPFC9uT9n0/TWT0y50sF_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TZ6QwJZRW9s/s1600/arcoiris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiPFC9uT9n0/TWT0y50sF_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TZ6QwJZRW9s/s400/arcoiris.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(autoria desconhecida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;Lili Inventa o Mundo, Porto Alegre, Mercado Aberto, 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-4163556470970860838?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4163556470970860838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4163556470970860838' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4163556470970860838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4163556470970860838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/02/conto-de-todas-as-cores.html' title='Conto de todas as Cores'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiPFC9uT9n0/TWT0y50sF_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/TZ6QwJZRW9s/s72-c/arcoiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1224089771136627368</id><published>2011-02-20T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:34:12.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O HOMEM QUE AMAVA CAIXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlAJj7fyJUA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa como. O importante é demonstrar que se ama. E o quanto se ama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O HOMEM QUE AMAVA CAIXAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na peça, que está em cartaz no Oi Futuro Ipanema no Rio de Janeiro, um pai introvertido cria um mundo de fantasia com caixas de papelão para demonstrar seu amor pelo filho. Um verdadeiro despertar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomendo. Vale conferir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em cartaz até 29 de maio de 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5168493014918411615-1224089771136627368?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1224089771136627368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1224089771136627368' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1224089771136627368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1224089771136627368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-homem-que-amava-caixas.html' title='O HOMEM QUE AMAVA CAIXAS'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wlAJj7fyJUA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-132539436686858562</id><published>2011-02-13T14:00:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:09:38.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra à vista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ai que saudades estava de vocês e de escrever por aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem, disse que estaria de volta nas bandas de cá em fevereiro e aqui estou para honrar com muitas novidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em férias, levei comigo dois verbos: apreciar e desfrutar. Foi o que fizemos em família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dos passeios nem foi tão longe de casa assim. Uma certa manhã de quinta-feira, acordei com vontade de dar um mergulho na história. E além dos verbos acima, acrescentei &amp;nbsp;"aprender".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Terra à vista!" Frase interessante e que jamais me cansarei de imaginá-la. &amp;nbsp;E não é para menos, pois quem as disse, vindo do outro lado do atlântico, deve ter ficado estonteado ao ver uma&amp;nbsp;terra maravilhosa, com formações rochosas e vegetação exuberantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensando assim em apreciar, desfrutar e aprender é que nossa viagem no tempo começou. Quatro horas da tarde. O dia ardia o corpo. Calor de 39o. graus &amp;nbsp;Não muito diferente de quando visitantes europeus, portugueses, os primeiros, aportaram por aqui.&amp;nbsp;Brisa fresca mesmo, só sentiríamos em águas oceânicas quando navegássemos. O que não víamos a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nosso porto, o Espaço Cultural da Marinha. A embarcação, um rebocador chamado Laurindo Pitta, construído em 1910 na Inglaterra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/-mtwLbJGSz8I/TVfcLFwfD2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVteAfNjOxk/s1600/IMG_2580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtwLbJGSz8I/TVfcLFwfD2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVteAfNjOxk/s320/IMG_2580.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Rebocador Laurindo Pitta - foto autoria desconhecida (click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O local para visitação, a Baía de Guanabara ou como me encanta chamá-la em tupi-guarani&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Iguaá-Mbara&lt;/i&gt; (enseada do rio-&lt;i&gt;Iguaá&lt;/i&gt; e mar - &lt;i&gt;Mbara&lt;/i&gt;). Primeiro de tudo, antes dos visitantes europeus, "o seio de onde brota o mar", dita assim pelos tamoios, era habitada e cuidada por vários povos indígenas, que aqui receberam surpresos &amp;nbsp;os "perós" (portugueses).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRnRN0Qy2z4/TVfhgXv49xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eFhdnsb7_QI/s1600/Baia+de+Guanabara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRnRN0Qy2z4/TVfhgXv49xI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eFhdnsb7_QI/s320/Baia+de+Guanabara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Baía de Guanabara - foto autoria desconhecida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A embarcação ampla e confortável nos acolhe. Após as instruções de segurança, e a apresentação da guia e historiadora, seguimos rumo as boas correntes e aos bons ventos marítimos ouvindo as histórias de cada recanto. Difícil mesmo é conciliar o &amp;nbsp;desfrutar e o apreciar da bela paisagem com o ouvir atentamente as explicações. Por essas e outras é que vale mais de uma vez o passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A bela &lt;i&gt;Iguaá-Mbara &lt;/i&gt;banha as costas do majestoso Pão de Açúcar, de vários bairros cariocas, bem como alguns municípios e 20 ilhas, que foram palco de muitas lutas, perdas e conquistas de povos indígenas e brancos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A ilha da Laje, &amp;nbsp;por exemplo, &amp;nbsp;era conhecida como traiçoeira. Pois, &amp;nbsp;em dias de mar bravio e maré alta, ficava boa parte submersa. Logo foi abandonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-a5KDUbhtMrI/TVfxptO0BSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8vCEawzNn_U/s1600/SAM_2824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5KDUbhtMrI/TVfxptO0BSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8vCEawzNn_U/s320/SAM_2824.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ilha da Laje - Wagner Martins &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A exemplo disso temos também a Ilha de Villegagnon, nome do Almirante francês Nicolas Durand de Villegagnon, que a ocupou em 1555 e nela ergueu o Forte Coligny.&amp;nbsp;Os franceses ficaram por lá durante 10 anos até serem expulsos pelos portugueses. Atualmente abriga Escola Naval.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Algumas ilhas podem ser visitadas - Ilha Fiscal(de 5a. a dom.- de barco que sai do Espaço Cultural da Marinha), Ilha de Paquetá(todos os dias - de barca que sai da Praça XV) e Ilha da Boa viagem (4o. dom de cada mês - tem que ir até Niterói). &amp;nbsp;Nossa visita é certa e deixarei muitas histórias aqui para dividirmos tudo que é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fymGbTxfJCY/TVfu8Ir3a3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/t_XgQYJbahY/s1600/IMG_2604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fymGbTxfJCY/TVfu8Ir3a3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/t_XgQYJbahY/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ilha Fiscal - Naná Martins&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nessa altura do passeio, as palavras da guia já não nos seguiam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mais ... Não com a frequencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que gostaríamos. Mas, pude perceber que dezoito rios desaguam na Baía de Guanabara, como os rios Guapimirim e Macacu, e que dão nomes aos seus municípios. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;Bem, mais duas palavras indígenas que tive que investigar. Significam "afloramento d'água" - Guapimirim (Aguapeí-mirim), localidade habitada por tamoios, tupi-guaranis, tupinambás e timbiras. E Macacu, maior rio que desagua na Baía e é o nome dado a uma espécie de palmeira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;Quem não conhece essas localidades também recomendo. É imperdível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkxeX_NnbzQ/TVf3mVre6bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1l8Z4TaEN08/s1600/Rio_Macacu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkxeX_NnbzQ/TVf3mVre6bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1l8Z4TaEN08/s320/Rio_Macacu.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Rio Macacu - Autoria Desconhecida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiquei com várias itens para pesquisar depois! Adoro isso! E nessas pesquisas, especialmente, quanto à contribuição indígena à nossa cultura, pude perceber, e não foi a primeira vez, que inúmeras palavras do nosso dia a dia são dos nossos primeiros habitantes. Que ver? Peguei as seguintes palavras em tupi-guarani com seus significados. Veja que gostoso saber disso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arapuca - armadilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijú - bolo de mandioca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carioca - casa de branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marimbondo - mosca que flecha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mandioca - aipim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mingau - papa de farinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nhenhenhém - falação, tagarelice (uma político conhecido tinha o hábito de dizê-la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pará - rio (Estado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paraná - mar (Estado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paçóca - bolo esmigalhado à mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pavuna - lagoa preta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernambuco - mar com fendas, recifes (Estado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pereba - cicatriz, ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peró - português (Praia do Peró em Cabo Frio, RJ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Puçá - Armadilha para pegar animais aquáticos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sergipe - rio de siri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tijuca - pântano, lama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiririca - que se alastra, erva daninha que se alastra com rapidez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viu quanta coisa que provavelmente você já ouviu falar e ainda usa, e usará por muito tempo? Contribuição &amp;nbsp;cultural indígena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;Bem, nossa viagem rodou por uma hora e trinta minutos, voou séculos, localidades, imagens, fatos e desejos de conhecimento. A brisa do mar nos acalmou de certo. Porém, deixou gosto de quero mais e de como temos muito a aprender, apreciar e desfrutar, a começar pelo que está bem pertinho de todos nós, nossa própria cidade. Palco riquíssimo da história e de diversas histórias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado. Aventurem-se! &amp;nbsp;Até a próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUC_nHbZWUU/TVfxygR_hAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2d8iR2xAinA/s1600/SAM_2837+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUC_nHbZWUU/TVfxygR_hAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2d8iR2xAinA/s320/SAM_2837+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Entrada da Baía de Guanabara - Naná Martins&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click na &amp;nbsp;foto para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte: pesquisas próprias ao longo do tempo; Espaço Cultural da Marinha, &amp;nbsp;Museu do Índio, Instituto Baía da Guanabara, Prefeitura das cidades de Guapimirm e Cachoeira de Macacu. Dicionário Tupi-GuaranixPortuguês e PortuguêsxTupi-Guarani da Biblioteca Barbosa Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sugestão de site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mar.mil.br/dphdm/pitta/pitta.htm"&gt;http://www.mar.mil.br/dphdm/pitta/pitta.htm&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/5168493014918411615-132539436686858562?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/132539436686858562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=132539436686858562' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/132539436686858562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/132539436686858562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2011/02/terra-vista.html' title='Terra à vista!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtwLbJGSz8I/TVfcLFwfD2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVteAfNjOxk/s72-c/IMG_2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-126537785610753696</id><published>2010-12-28T11:35:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:20:56.011-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trem de Ferro - Um Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estive alguns belos dias neste fim de ano com brilhantes poetas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De mãos dadas estava com Oswald de Andrade e Manuel Bandeira ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanta coisa achei! Muitas, reencontrei ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha alma está repleta de inspiração e sabedoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos continuar de mãos laçadas, entrelaçadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu , Eles e Outros... 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;Meus Queridos Amigos,&amp;nbsp; deixo aqui todo meu carinho!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos primeiros dias do Ano Novo embarco e desembarco em outras estações para descanso e refresco do corpo,&amp;nbsp; e da mente. Para desfrutar os dias em família.&lt;br /&gt;Nas bandas de cá regresso em Fevereiro - 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ter a companhia de vocês nesta jornada até aqui foi gratificante e acolhedor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejo que todos embarquem comigo mais uma vez rumo ao novo, ao sadio, ao que é claro e escuro, ao que é perfeito e ao que é esquisito para ver o diferente, o frio, o morno e o quente com a leveza do que é bom, do que é o bem, ao que está escondido e aparente, ao que é melhor e ao que é passado, é&amp;nbsp; futuro , e é presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que todos tenham crescimento e aprimoramento pessoal com sabedoria,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com amor, paz, luz, saúde, sucesso e prosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui para deleite um cadinho de Manuel Bandeira.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos em 2011!&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/_hslaHLyKT5o/TRng--V27iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5FdITor-iUc/s1600/114503_Papel-de-Parede-Trem-de-ferro_1920x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TRng--V27iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5FdITor-iUc/s400/114503_Papel-de-Parede-Trem-de-ferro_1920x1200.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; TREM DE FERRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Café com pão &lt;br /&gt;Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virge Maria que foi isso maquinista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim&lt;br /&gt;Café com pão&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim&lt;br /&gt;Voa, fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Corre, cerca&lt;br /&gt;Ai seu foguista&lt;br /&gt;Bota fogo&lt;br /&gt;Na fornalha&lt;br /&gt;Que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Muita força&lt;br /&gt;Muita força&lt;br /&gt;Muita força&lt;br /&gt;(trem de ferro, trem de ferro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oô...&lt;br /&gt;Foge, bicho&lt;br /&gt;Foge, povo&lt;br /&gt;Passa ponte&lt;br /&gt;Passa poste&lt;br /&gt;Passa pasto&lt;br /&gt;Passa boi&lt;br /&gt;Passa boiada&lt;br /&gt;Passa galho&lt;br /&gt;Da ingazeira&lt;br /&gt;Debruçada&lt;br /&gt;No riacho&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade&lt;br /&gt;De cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Oô...&lt;br /&gt;(café com pão é muito bom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me prendero&lt;br /&gt;No canaviá&lt;br /&gt;Cada pé de cana&lt;br /&gt;Era um oficiá&lt;br /&gt;Oô...&lt;br /&gt;Menina bonita&lt;br /&gt;Do vestido verde&lt;br /&gt;Me dá tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Pra matar minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Oô...&lt;br /&gt;Vou mimbora vou mimbora&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto daqui&lt;br /&gt;Nasci no sertão&lt;br /&gt;Sou de Ouricuri&lt;br /&gt;Oô...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou depressa&lt;br /&gt;Vou correndo&lt;br /&gt;Vou na toda&lt;br /&gt;Que só levo &lt;br /&gt;Pouca gente&lt;br /&gt;Pouca gente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pouca gente...&lt;br /&gt;(trem de ferro, trem de ferro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-126537785610753696?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/126537785610753696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=126537785610753696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/126537785610753696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/126537785610753696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/trem-de-ferro-um-novo-ano.html' title='Trem de Ferro - Um Novo Ano'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TRng--V27iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5FdITor-iUc/s72-c/114503_Papel-de-Parede-Trem-de-ferro_1920x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-9041677179592736278</id><published>2010-12-26T20:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:29:17.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oswald de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SAxTQTDqD7k?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-9041677179592736278?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/9041677179592736278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=9041677179592736278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9041677179592736278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/9041677179592736278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/oswald-de-andrade.html' title='Oswald de Andrade'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SAxTQTDqD7k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-6474919846301120555</id><published>2010-12-26T20:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:47:37.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erro de Português - Oswald de Andrade, 1925</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Quando o português chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;debaixo duma bruta chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;vestiu o índio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Que pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Fosse uma manhã de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;o índio tinha despido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-6474919846301120555?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6474919846301120555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6474919846301120555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6474919846301120555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6474919846301120555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/erro-de-portugues-oswald-de-andrade.html' title='Erro de Português - Oswald de Andrade, 1925'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3231177577691500082</id><published>2010-12-23T19:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:50:23.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Andre Rieu - Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h2GuP7UF04M?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-3231177577691500082?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3231177577691500082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3231177577691500082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3231177577691500082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3231177577691500082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/andre-rieu-feliz-natal.html' title='Andre Rieu - Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h2GuP7UF04M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-843476090933370424</id><published>2010-12-22T19:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:50:14.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n6sSnszl5cI?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;A palavra NATAL significa NASCER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         O Natal é uma festa cristã popularmente conhecida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         E um dos símbolos mais tradicionais deste evento nos dias de hoje é a Árvore de Natal. Sua origem? Bem, existem algumas explicações, pois sua tradição tem raízes muito mais longínquas do que o próprio Natal. Vejamos: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Os romanos enfeitavam árvores em honra de &lt;b&gt;Saturno,&lt;/b&gt; Deus da agricultura, mais ou menos na mesma época em que hoje preparamos a nossa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Os egípcios traziam galhos verdes de palmeiras para dentro de suas casas no dia mais curto do ano (que é em Dezembro), como símbolo de triunfo da vida sobre a morte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Nas culturas célticas, os druidas tinham o costume de decorar velhos carvalhos com maças douradas para festividades também celebradas na mesma época do ano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Na Alemanha, as famílias decoravam as suas árvores com frutos, doces e flores de papel - as flores vermelhas representavam o conhecimento e as brancas representavam a inocência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Seja qual for sua verdadeira origem, ao que parece, quando a montamos em nossas casas, celebramos a VIDA! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;         Então, compartilhe o amor com todos os seus familiares e amigos, além dos presentes, que se tornaram uma forma carinhosa de felicitarmos aqueles que queremos bem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;        &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOAS FESTAS, FELIZ NATAL e BRILHE O AMOR RENOVADO SEMPRE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;Beijocas, Naná!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Origem Árvore de Natal:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;acesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;www.portalsaofrancisco.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5168493014918411615-843476090933370424?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/843476090933370424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=843476090933370424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/843476090933370424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/843476090933370424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/palavra-natal-significa-nascer.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n6sSnszl5cI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-7287871976431088045</id><published>2010-12-20T11:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:16:47.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não se faz por amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/badHUNl2HXU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pensou nisso? O que não fazemos ou devemos fazer por amor?&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham gostado! Viva o Amor! : )&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas, Naná!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-7287871976431088045?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/7287871976431088045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=7287871976431088045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7287871976431088045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/7287871976431088045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-nao-se-faz-por-amor.html' title='O que não se faz por amor?'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/badHUNl2HXU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-6656641450439050087</id><published>2010-12-19T17:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:12:50.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense rápido e responda se puder!</title><content type='html'>O que é? o que é?&lt;br /&gt;Do tamanho de uma bolota e enche a casa até a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Tem barriga de vidro e tripa de arame.&lt;br /&gt;Tem corrente, não é relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Tem roscas, não é parafuso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou uma ...&lt;br /&gt;Dou duas ...&lt;br /&gt;Dou três!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai? Já Sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Responda na sua vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resposta: Lâmpada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-6656641450439050087?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6656641450439050087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6656641450439050087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6656641450439050087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6656641450439050087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/pense-rapido-e-responda-se-puder.html' title='Pense rápido e responda se puder!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1514280726296419632</id><published>2010-12-18T09:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:49:40.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança e carinho é tudo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tApjZ2G9TM4?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;O que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;carinho? É a demonstração de afeto, amor, amizade. É a consideração, o cuidado com o outro e com você mesmo. Nós humanos, às vezes, temos vergonha ou problemas em demonstrar nossos sentimentos. Mas, os animais ... Não. Porque carinho e confiança é tudo! É a base para o convívio em harmonia. Veja o vídeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Acho que deveríamos praticar mais... Não é mesmo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Beijocas, Naná!&lt;/p&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/5168493014918411615-1514280726296419632?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1514280726296419632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1514280726296419632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1514280726296419632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1514280726296419632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/confianca-e-carinho-e-tudo.html' title='Confiança e carinho é tudo!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tApjZ2G9TM4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-4420709389497666414</id><published>2010-12-16T08:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:29:58.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcão novo no pedaço!</title><content type='html'>Todo dia tenho a sorte e a delícia de acordar com pássaros contando lá fora ou na janela. É inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;Eles sempre aparecem na janela da sala. Bebem água. Pegam comidinha. É uma gostosa convivência matinal. Praticamente tomamos café da manhã juntos. : ) Eu com a xícara de chá e eles no biquinho da flor d'água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, olha só que supresa legal! Foi identificada uma nova ave lá na Floresta Amazônica. É o Falcão Críptico! Acesse o link e ouça o seu canto. Veja que gostosura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://recreionline.abril.com.br/fique_dentro/ciencia/bichos/conteudo_612983.shtml"&gt;http://recreionline.abril.com.br/fique_dentro/ciencia/bichos/conteudo_612983.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://recreionline.abril.com.br/fique_dentro/ciencia/bichos/conteudo_612983.shtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A natureza é ou não é majestosa?&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas, Naná!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte de pesquisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Revista Recreio &lt;i&gt;on line&lt;/i&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/5168493014918411615-4420709389497666414?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/4420709389497666414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=4420709389497666414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4420709389497666414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/4420709389497666414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/falcao-novo-no-pedaco.html' title='Falcão novo no pedaço!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8620388542669442301</id><published>2010-12-15T09:19:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:16:34.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho - Anna Pavlova, bailarina russa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anna Pavlova foi uma bailarina super talentosa. Nasceu em São Petersburgo, na Rússia em 1881. É, &amp;nbsp;faz muito tempo ... Mas, o que traz sua lembrança aqui hoje são os nossos sonhos e desejos de criança. Eles são importantes, sabe? &amp;nbsp; Quer ver? Preste atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia, ainda quando criança, &amp;nbsp;a mãe de Anna Pavlova a presenteou com ingressos para um espetáculo&amp;nbsp;teatral. Era seu aniversário.&amp;nbsp;A peça &amp;nbsp;era &amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Bela Adormecida. &lt;/i&gt;Um de seus contos favoritos.&amp;nbsp;A frase que ouviu naquela noite foi :&lt;i&gt; "Você vai entrar em um mundo mágico"&lt;/i&gt;. Quando a orquestra começou a tocar a música, a voz da beleza, pela primeira vez na vida, tocou seu coração. Quando a cortina se abriu, mostrando o salão de um palácio maravilhoso, não pôde se conter e um grito de espanto e alegria saiu. &amp;nbsp;E quando a bruxa apareceu ela esconde seu rosto de susto.Tudo emocionante. No segundo ato, vários jovens e donzelas apareceram, dançando uma valsa absolutamente deliciosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Você gostaria de dançar assim?"&lt;/i&gt; - perguntou sua mãe. E ela respondeu graciosamente "&lt;i&gt; Eu (...) preferia dançar que nem a moça bonita que faz o papel da Princesa. Um dia eu vou ser a Princesa e dançar no palco aqui deste teatro"&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Ela não sabia, mas havia acabado de ter a ideia que iria guiá-la pelo resto da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No teatro, ela viveu um sonho mágico e durante a volta para casa, só pensava no dia em que faria sua estréia naquele palco, encenando o papel da Bela Adormecida. Naquela mesma noite, sonhou que era uma bailarina, e passava a vida inteira dançando, como uma borboleta, ao som da linda música do compositor Tchaikovsky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna Pavlova tornou-se a &lt;i&gt;prima ballerina&lt;/i&gt; do teatro Mariinsky, realizando seu sonho de infância.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQilC-L2bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQAjrjMtVnY/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQilC-L2bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQAjrjMtVnY/s320/download.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amo o sonho que tive naquela noite".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Viu como os sonhos são importantes? &amp;nbsp;Sonhe sim! Acredite! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Beijocas, Naná!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte: de consulta: Livro de Anna Pavlova: Como me tornei uma bailarina, SP, Cosac&amp;amp;Naif Ed., 2001&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/5168493014918411615-8620388542669442301?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8620388542669442301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8620388542669442301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8620388542669442301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8620388542669442301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-sonho-anna-pavlova-bailarina-russa.html' title='Um sonho - Anna Pavlova, bailarina russa'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQilC-L2bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mQAjrjMtVnY/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-552809114718487848</id><published>2010-12-14T19:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:21:18.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias são o que são... Histórias!</title><content type='html'>Bem, um belo dia, um certo alguém, em uma certa cantiga de roda veio cantar uma história um tanto absurda ... Meio esquisita ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, era apenas o que ela era ... uma história ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um cão foi à cozinha&lt;br /&gt;e um prato ele quebrou ...&lt;br /&gt;O cozinheiro viu e então ...&lt;br /&gt;o cão matou&lt;br /&gt;Vieram as galinhas e enterraram o cão&lt;br /&gt;Na lápide dizia a seguinte inscrição:&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui jaz um cão&lt;br /&gt;que o cozinheiro matou.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe por quê ele fez isso?&lt;br /&gt;Porque o prato o cão quebrou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa canção quando cantada em roda deve ser usada com os gestos representativos de cada frase. Ex: o cão, levantar as mãos e imitar as orelhas; o prato, fazer o gesto de algo redondo; o cozinheiro, mexer uma panela; Galinha, essa é fácil, é só bater as asas e assim por diante. Se quiser pode usar gestos no lugar das frases e ir treinando coordenação motora, memória e etc., é divertido e as crianças adoram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, pode rolar um bate papo sobre o cuidado com os animais. Questionar se o que o cozinheiro fez está correto. E o que na verdade ele deveria ter feito. Use a imaginação e trabalhe a história!&lt;br /&gt;Boa diversão, Naná Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cantiga popular - origem desconhecida)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-552809114718487848?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/552809114718487848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=552809114718487848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/552809114718487848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/552809114718487848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/historias-sao-o-que-sao-historias.html' title='Histórias são o que são... Histórias!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-2458974665686778657</id><published>2010-12-14T13:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:22:52.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Piadinha ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQeKU6BN1dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iaQg5SH7Yvw/s1600/Foto_Cachorro1986681553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQeKU6BN1dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iaQg5SH7Yvw/s200/Foto_Cachorro1986681553.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Um homem foi ao médico e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- Doutor, estou com um problema... Meu cachorro fala com o sofá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O médico espantado com o assunto pergunta: - E como você sabe disso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Roendo as unhas o homem responde: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- O sofá me contou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Você tem uma piadinha, rapidinha e legal? Escreve aqui também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seucachorro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;www.seucachorro.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&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/5168493014918411615-2458974665686778657?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/2458974665686778657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=2458974665686778657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2458974665686778657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/2458974665686778657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/piadinha.html' title='Piadinha ...'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQeKU6BN1dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iaQg5SH7Yvw/s72-c/Foto_Cachorro1986681553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8991684721254875142</id><published>2010-12-14T08:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:07:53.618-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Piado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Pela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQdAKe3u42I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5bA2WYQnee0/s1600/passarinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQdAKe3u42I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5bA2WYQnee0/s320/passarinho.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;um lindo passarinho piava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Piava ... Piava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mas, não sabia o que as pessoas achavam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;No dia seguinte, pela manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;o lindo passarinho piava ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Piava... Piava ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;E, não sabia o que as pessoas achavam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Na manhã seguinte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;o lindo passarinho... Não piou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Não piou! Não piou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;E, sem o piado, todo mundo reclamou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; text-align: right;"&gt;Naná Martins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8991684721254875142?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8991684721254875142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8991684721254875142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8991684721254875142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8991684721254875142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-piado.html' title='O Piado!'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/TQdAKe3u42I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5bA2WYQnee0/s72-c/passarinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8359440208284526597</id><published>2010-12-13T13:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:10:11.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como acordar as histórias? Cantiga do Flin Flai</title><content type='html'>Certa vez,&amp;nbsp;contei em uma noite literária que&amp;nbsp;as histórias dormem. Dormem sim, lá no mundo das histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Ensinei que para acordá-las (ou para fazê-las dormir novamente) existe uma cantiga muito antiga, que não se sabe bem a sua origem, nem quem a fez. É a “cantiga do Flin Flai”.&lt;br /&gt;Começamos cantando baixinho e vamos aumentando a voz. Assim vão acordando os&amp;nbsp;contos, fábulas, poesias e tudo o mais. Para fazê-las dormir novamente&amp;nbsp;é só fazer o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, agora é a sua vez de acordar as suas histórias!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai a cantiga! Divirta-se!&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas, Naná Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flin&lt;br /&gt;Flin Flai&lt;br /&gt;Flin Flai Flu&lt;br /&gt;Flistaaa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumba lalecumba &lt;br /&gt;Lalecumba lalê vista&lt;br /&gt;No no &lt;br /&gt;No no lê vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Mini uasta &lt;br /&gt;Mini mini &lt;br /&gt;Mini uauá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no &lt;br /&gt;No no Chiuauá&lt;br /&gt;Chiuauá Chiuauá Oié&lt;br /&gt;Xiiiiiii …. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Se for em grupo, uma pessoa puxa a cantiga e os outros repetem.&amp;nbsp;Cantar 3 vezes aumentando&amp;nbsp;a voz,&amp;nbsp;indo do chão até ficar de pé.&amp;nbsp;Se for para colocá-las para dormir, começar de pé&amp;nbsp;e ir diminuindo a voz até chegar ao chão.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8359440208284526597?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8359440208284526597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8359440208284526597' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8359440208284526597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8359440208284526597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/como-acordar-as-historias-cantiga-do.html' title='Como acordar as histórias? Cantiga do Flin Flai'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-293257208785550637</id><published>2010-12-13T10:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:41:08.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodas de Leitura - Biblioteca Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Livro é um amigo para todas as horas, é ou não é? Claro que é! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está de volta ao Rio de Janeiro o &lt;em&gt;Projeto Rodas de Leitura&lt;/em&gt; -&amp;nbsp; um encontro mensal que reune&amp;nbsp;personalidades da literatura e seus leitores para um bate-papo de forma gostosa e informal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O convidado deste mês é o escritor&lt;em&gt; Cristóvão Tezza&lt;/em&gt;, que no evento vai lançar seu novo romance: "&lt;em&gt;Um Erro Emocional&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, agende! Pois, começa hoje às 18h no Auditório da Machado de Assis na Fundação Biblioteca Nacional - Rua México, s/no. e a entrada é franca.&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/5168493014918411615-293257208785550637?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/293257208785550637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=293257208785550637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/293257208785550637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/293257208785550637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/rodas-de-leitura-biblioteca-nacional.html' title='Rodas de Leitura - Biblioteca Nacional'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-3173961047128865742</id><published>2010-12-12T20:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:25:09.491-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É SER ESCRITOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Para ser escritor é preciso ter equilíbrio e perdê-lo. É ter a alma livre para viajar nas possibilidades e impossibilidades. É ter todo o universo nas mãos e saber o que fazer, e às vezes não. É encontrar o outro, despertá-lo. É permitir o&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="ecxtext_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 17px;"&gt;novo e mostrá-lo sem medo. É desafiar o invisível do pensar e dominá-lo em símbolos. É preciso achar e perder. Ter é o que virá. É ter certezas nas dúvidas e dúvidas nas certezas. É mergulhar por inteiro no vazio e trazer o cheio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-3173961047128865742?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/3173961047128865742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=3173961047128865742' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3173961047128865742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/3173961047128865742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-e-ser-escritor.html' title='O QUE É SER ESCRITOR?'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8042803991688229693</id><published>2010-12-12T20:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:09:28.825-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fique antenado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Está a fim de participar de concursos literários?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O blog Ficção de Gaveta dá a dica e divulga tudo&amp;nbsp;sobre concursos literários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ficcaodegaveta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ttp://ficcaodegaveta.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8042803991688229693?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8042803991688229693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8042803991688229693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8042803991688229693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8042803991688229693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/fique-antenado-esta-fim-de-participar.html' title=''/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-6538377393569384429</id><published>2010-12-12T17:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:17:45.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'>“Coraline e o Mundo Secreto”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Portas secretas combinam com aventuras nas férias. Coraline Jones! Já viu o filme? Então, leia o livro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um incentivo à leitura e uma boa pedida para a garotada. Eles vão acabar  descobrindo suas próprias portas secretas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Na nova casa de Coraline Jones existem vinte e uma janelas e catorze portas. Treze podem-se abrir livremente e uma está sempre fechada. Certo dia, Coraline decide investigar o que existe para lá desta porta misteriosa e descobre uma passagem secreta para outra casa exactamente igual à sua, contudo muito diferente... Nesta casa encontra uma série de coisas muito, muito estranhas, e, outros pais na aparência exactamente iguais aos seus... Esta brilhante história, referida por muitos como uma versão moderna de Alice no País das Maravilhas deu origem a uma empolgante adaptação cinematográfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outracoisa.com.br/2009/02/15/coraline-e-o-mundo-secreto/"&gt;“Coraline e o Mundo Secreto”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Plano Nacional de Leitura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Livro recomendado no programa de português do 5º ano de escolaridade, destinado a leitura orientada na sala de aula - Grau de Dificuldade III. &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/5168493014918411615-6538377393569384429?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/6538377393569384429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=6538377393569384429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6538377393569384429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/6538377393569384429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2010/12/coraline-e-o-mundo-secreto.html' title='“Coraline e o Mundo Secreto”'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-1568589861473820970</id><published>2009-07-19T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:30:25.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores e Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnR5yeijv0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/E4asbJqRNWg/s1600-h/aninha_bracos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365046964203536194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnR5yeijv0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/E4asbJqRNWg/s320/aninha_bracos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Branco, roxo, verde, vermelho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rosa, azul e amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;Cores e letras.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras dão alma e forma ao sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento em forma de conto.&lt;br /&gt;Conto como forma de despertar, pensar, aprender, criar e sonhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-1568589861473820970?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/1568589861473820970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=1568589861473820970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1568589861473820970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/1568589861473820970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2009/07/conto.html' title='Cores e Letras'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnR5yeijv0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/E4asbJqRNWg/s72-c/aninha_bracos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-8768171024438659428</id><published>2009-06-20T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:46:40.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Literário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYB-nQCGI/AAAAAAAAACI/fwobI37Utvw/s1600-h/meninas_voltam_aninha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364024684697356386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYB-nQCGI/AAAAAAAAACI/fwobI37Utvw/s400/meninas_voltam_aninha2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ilustrador: Renato Reiniger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Coleção Contos de Naná&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt; Cada coisa tem sua história.&lt;br /&gt;Cada história uma maneira de contar.&lt;br /&gt;Cada conto uma forma de criar.&lt;br /&gt;Cada criação um jeito de brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Naná Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5168493014918411615-8768171024438659428?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/8768171024438659428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=8768171024438659428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8768171024438659428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/8768171024438659428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2009/06/projeto-literario.html' title='Projeto Literário'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYB-nQCGI/AAAAAAAAACI/fwobI37Utvw/s72-c/meninas_voltam_aninha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5168493014918411615.post-5488668540112446304</id><published>2008-07-18T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:31:18.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Naná Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYfQiQTPI/AAAAAAAAACg/ncTEvnPxJUE/s1600-h/aninha_pensa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025187724446962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYfQiQTPI/AAAAAAAAACg/ncTEvnPxJUE/s400/aninha_pensa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYZUIM6jI/AAAAAAAAACY/9ZX7gNQc2HE/s1600-h/meninas_pula_corda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025085609699890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYZUIM6jI/AAAAAAAAACY/9ZX7gNQc2HE/s400/meninas_pula_corda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYUxXUo1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dYl9hTb3Bm0/s1600-h/meninos_pipa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025007558402898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYUxXUo1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/dYl9hTb3Bm0/s400/meninos_pipa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt;Pequenina. Bem pequenina. As palavras simplesmente apareciam.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente vinham. Uma a uma.&lt;br /&gt;Papel e lápis! Papel e lápis! -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dizia&lt;/span&gt; a pequenina.&lt;br /&gt;E, uma folha em branco, em poucos minutos era totalmente preenchida.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos suavam e o coração batia forte.&lt;br /&gt;E, ao mesmo tempo, imagens da história apareciam como filme em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Brotava assim, ainda pequenina, Naná Martins.&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindos aos Contos de Naná!&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/5168493014918411615-5488668540112446304?l=contosdenana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/feeds/5488668540112446304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5168493014918411615&amp;postID=5488668540112446304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5488668540112446304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5168493014918411615/posts/default/5488668540112446304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdenana.blogspot.com/2008/07/contos-de-nan-nan-martins.html' title='Naná Martins'/><author><name>Naná Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423625936419753542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uHru4xH1-E/TuDmyPZ3KRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dcejqh5m-QA/s220/Anmily%2BPetropolis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hslaHLyKT5o/SnDYfQiQTPI/AAAAAAAAACg/ncTEvnPxJUE/s72-c/aninha_pensa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
