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H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TQnMPqAsbxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/JOqO83qcICg/s72-c/IMG_0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-817049972154512884</id><published>2010-12-14T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:26:00.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O som do vidro</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.music.indiana.edu/music_resources/childmus.html"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; Certa vez ministrando uma oficina de música numa escola no Rio de Janeiro, pedi que todos trouxessem de casa alguma sucata. Todos trouxeram, alguns mais de uma. Lá pelas tantas depois de um breve aquecimento vocal, pedi que todos pegassem suas sucatas. É importante frisar que eram oficinas com adultos, pais de alunos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Como de costume pedi que todos começassem a explorar os sons de seus objetos, enquanto isso me organizava para uma futura gravação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt; Notei que havia um burburinho na sala, mas não dei importância, pois um burburinho a mais ou a menos em meio a sons tão diversos provenientes&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de latas, vidros, metais e plásticos, não fazia nenhuma importância. Segui a oficina pedindo que cada um tocasse seu objeto e mostrasse as possibilidades sonoras encontradas. Um a um foram mostrando até que uma das pessoas não tocou. Perguntei o que havia de errado. Observei que ela estava um pouco nervosa, tensa e perguntei novamente o havia acontecido. Ela começou a chorar, dizendo que não conseguia tocar em sua sucata, que era um vidro, uma garrafa de vidro. Perguntei se ela poderia explicar o motivo. Ela respondeu que não sabia, apenas estava tensa por ter que retirar o som de seu objeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Acalmei-a e perguntei se não gostaria de trocar de objeto, na expectativa que houvesse algum relação com o som do vidro. E deu certo! Ela trocou&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;por uma garrafa de água mineral e a oficina transcorreu normalmente até o final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-817049972154512884?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/817049972154512884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=817049972154512884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/817049972154512884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/817049972154512884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-som-do-vidro.html' title='O som do vidro'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1500314250096657491</id><published>2010-12-10T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:38:01.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação Rio Carioca 2010</title><content type='html'>Aléms dessas fotos alguns vídeos estão no youTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCJpMNyOIQY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TQsuV0nshAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/vgG69rCJb9U/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TQsvXNO2ecI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nSDfJ7KznkU/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TQsvXNO2ecI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nSDfJ7KznkU/s72-c/IMG_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1259305232859098391</id><published>2010-08-01T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:26:47.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos em Cabo  Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TFWQC7HcaPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b7D_VrGQbmc/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TFWQC7HcaPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b7D_VrGQbmc/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500460899805980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TFWP3Y4tifI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Axvh6Tz2Oms/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TFWP3Y4tifI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Axvh6Tz2Oms/s400/DSC_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500460701638822386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-1259305232859098391?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/1259305232859098391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=1259305232859098391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1259305232859098391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1259305232859098391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Fotos em Cabo  Frio'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/TFWQC7HcaPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/b7D_VrGQbmc/s72-c/DSC_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1089682557099795598</id><published>2010-07-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T05:01:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha paciente ganhou um pouco de vitalidade nestes últimos meses. Houve uma diminuição nos seus remédios, possivelmente isto trouxe um pouco mais de disposição a ela. Sua postura e atenção ficaram menos comprometidas e com isso pude exigir um pouco mais em nossas atividades. Retornou a se dirigir ao teclado e toca-lo sem que eu precisasse levar sua mão até ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando para de tocar, fico repetindo: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toque M., toque, vamos toque. &lt;/span&gt;Ela recomeça a tocar novamente. É bem verdade que por pouco tempo. As melodias que antes eram inteiras e precisas, agora são erradas e inseguras. Continuo a levar a mão dela ao teclado quando percebo que está demorando a atender minha solicitação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante lembrar que quando ela para de tocar, suas mãos ficam juntas em seu colo manuseando a borda da camisa ou do casaco. E não raramente fica com os dedos se agitando no ritmo das melodias que continuo a cantarolar. Essas melodias que canto são as nossas canções que conseguimos arquivar ao longo de nossas atividades. No teclado as melodias vem com notas erradas, porém o ritmo das músicas em seus dedos continua bem preservado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já faz um tempo que introduzi a dança em nossas atividades. Depois de nossas tentativas no teclado a conduzo para uma cadeira em frente a duas caixas de som. Ali ela escuta músicas que fazem parte de sua história: Besame Mucho, Solamente uma vez, La barca, entre outras. As mais animadas passamos a bailar. O ritmo de seus pés continua marcando com precisão os tempos fortes das músicas. Dançar trouxe mais alegria aos nossos encontros.&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/6147687991476192240-1089682557099795598?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/1089682557099795598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=1089682557099795598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1089682557099795598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1089682557099795598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-e-alzheimer-vi.html' title='Música e Alzheimer VI'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8913787883710698376</id><published>2010-04-07T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:40:33.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhares</title><content type='html'>O olhar que procura&lt;br /&gt;Jorra desejos; é seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe, não vê&lt;br /&gt;Ingênuo, apenas olha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.olhares.com/josehn"&gt;http://br.olhares.com/josehn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-8913787883710698376?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://br.olhares.com/josehn' title='Olhares'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8913787883710698376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8913787883710698376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8913787883710698376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8913787883710698376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2010/04/olhares.html' title='Olhares'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1804827222686541300</id><published>2009-12-29T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:12:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer V</title><content type='html'>A situação está se complicando. Embora ainda permaneça suas lembranças musicais, tocar o teclado tem sido muito difícil para ela.&lt;br /&gt;A todo momento preciso colocar suas mão, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especificamente&lt;/span&gt; seu dedo indicador sobre as teclas e, segurando seu dedo começo as canções que costumamos tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para se ter uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ideia&lt;/span&gt;, ela chega acompanhada de sua assistente. Eu a recebo na porta, estendo as mãos para ela que as segura e entramos. Aponto para ela na cadeira que fica em frente ao teclado. Imediatamente ela senta e começa a tocar. Aproveito esse início e toco com ela. Em seguida passo a colocar suas mão como relatei anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dado tempo para ela tocando suas canções preferidas: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dia em que mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Solamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; una vez, e alguns solos clássicos de violão como: Romance de amor; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bourré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de Bach. Ela escuta aparentando certo prazer. É comum estarmos assim e subitamente começa a tocar suas canções no teclado fazendo com que eu passe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acompanhá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-la novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dificuldade&lt;/span&gt; de deglutição começa a aparecer com frequência, assim como sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dificuldade&lt;/span&gt; de locomoção. Tenho pensado em algum momento trabalhar algumas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;canções&lt;/span&gt; de seu gosto usando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso. A música continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JH&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/6147687991476192240-1804827222686541300?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/1804827222686541300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=1804827222686541300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1804827222686541300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1804827222686541300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/12/musica-e-alzheimer-v.html' title='Música e Alzheimer V'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5884820241847850488</id><published>2009-11-28T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:09:14.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer IV</title><content type='html'>Há muito não escrevo sobre este caso, onde, a lembrar, atendo uma pessoa na faixa dos 70 anos com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer&lt;/span&gt;. De uns tempos para cá as melodias que ela costuma tocar ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Besame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;El dia&lt;/span&gt; que me que mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quieras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Solamente&lt;/span&gt; una vez, entre outras) para serem executadas, precisam que eu pegue a mão dela e inicie as músicas. Rapidamente volto para meu violão e a acompanho. Deixo de lado as pausas entre uma frase musical e outra (as antecipo) para não dar tempo para ela esquecer a frase seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade ela não esquece a frase. A frase musical ela consegue cantarolar. Ela tem esquecido a digitação das notas no teclado. Quando acaba de tocar ou percebo que está se perdendo, tenho tentado antecipar nossa pequena melodia (temos um mote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;melódico&lt;/span&gt; simples binário que nos serve como referência de nossa relação) e tocamos como finalização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ultimamente&lt;/span&gt; tenho tentado uma outra "estratégia". Espero mais um pouco, ou seja, ficamos sentados, ela de frente para o teclado eu com o violão ao seu lado. E peço que ela toque: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;_ M. toque! Toque M. &lt;/span&gt;Aponto para o teclado. E ela tem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conseguido&lt;/span&gt; iniciar a tocar. Porém toca sempre o nosso mote melódico. Quando peço uma música &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;específica&lt;/span&gt; do nosso repertório ela não consegue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vamos indo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-5884820241847850488?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5884820241847850488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5884820241847850488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5884820241847850488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5884820241847850488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/11/musica-e-alzeheimer-iv.html' title='Música e Alzheimer IV'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2081609625222426743</id><published>2009-10-18T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:03:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educação Musical - Palestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Stt0I112MLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dgajLwv2cLo/s1600-h/CBMconvite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Stt0I112MLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dgajLwv2cLo/s320/CBMconvite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394032673947005106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2081609625222426743?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2081609625222426743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2081609625222426743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2081609625222426743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2081609625222426743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/10/educacao-musical-palestra.html' title='Educação Musical - Palestra'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Stt0I112MLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/dgajLwv2cLo/s72-c/CBMconvite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-7665373388585208720</id><published>2009-08-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:13:43.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Petróleo tem que ser nosso. A última fronteira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbb_IRRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/kMZwS5-NNzs/s1600-h/lancamento_oden_frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbb_IRRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/kMZwS5-NNzs/s320/lancamento_oden_frente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365699678287971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fiquei muito feliz com convite para musicar e fazer a direção musical do documentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;O Petróleo tem que ser nosso - A última fronteira&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dirigido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Peter Cordenonsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele conseguiu fazer com que uma hora de relatos, argumentos, críticas, ideias e sugestões sobre o mesmo assunto se transformasse em algo bom de assistir, num documentário emocionante que ainda ofereceu a possibilidade de informar, elucidar pontos até então bastante obscuros sobre esta questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbsa1_aI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5cMakGO0rsU/s1600-h/lancamento_oden_lotado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbsa1_aI/AAAAAAAAA3o/5cMakGO0rsU/s320/lancamento_oden_lotado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365699682699181474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A música num filme deve soar de forma sutilmente percebida&lt;/span&gt;.  E assim está sendo neste documentário. As músicas participaram junto das imagens sem interferir, sem serem percebidas, mas com certeza participaram da emoção demonstrada pela plateia. Parabéns ao Peter e aos produtores do evento a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sindipetro-RJ, AEPET, FNP (Frente Nacional dos Petroleiros, MST (Movimento dos Trabalhadores Sem Terra) e uma série de outras entidades da sociedade brasileira,que investiram neste projeto. Abaixo segue a música do documentário&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbuz8w2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/CsMWOmN4AWY/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+vaidarcertoJPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 490px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbuz8w2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/CsMWOmN4AWY/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+vaidarcertoJPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365699683341353826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &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/6147687991476192240-7665373388585208720?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/7665373388585208720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=7665373388585208720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7665373388585208720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7665373388585208720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-petroleo-tem-que-ser-nosso.html' title='O Petróleo tem que ser nosso. A última fronteira.'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SnbLbb_IRRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/kMZwS5-NNzs/s72-c/lancamento_oden_frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-6070140090904843631</id><published>2009-07-17T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:22:09.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - a imortalidade do infante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava por aí, assim, como quem não quer nada, distraindo meus pensamentos que teimam em se dirigir para as lembranças do passado e para as utopias futuras. Lembrava Michael Jackson e da época que curtia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson Five&lt;/span&gt; e seus sucessos românticos; Ben, I'll be there, entre outras canções. Percebi, nessa história exposta na prateleira midiática, não a musical, mas principalmente a pessoal (embora ambas estejam mixadas), uma criança imortal tentando sobreviver  atravessando o tempo, o medo (da morte) e a saudade de viver. Não sei (ou sei) onde Michael ainda poderia ir. Não teria a criança alcançado sua máxima possibilidade de existência? Manter a imortalidade do infante é um jogo perigosamente prazeroso. Não sei se o Michael (pareço íntimo) percebia este perigo. O esgarçamento plástico das máscaras de sua face constantemente moldada,  o Peter Pan na "Terra do nunca", a redoma antisséptica de vidro, pareciam, na verdade, a necessidade de perpetuação de sua imagem infantil nos espelhos de sua lembrança,. Michael ainda era o mesmo menino do Jackson Five. A criança suportou o máximo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;possível da sua capacidade de existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-6070140090904843631?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/6070140090904843631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=6070140090904843631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6070140090904843631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6070140090904843631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson - a imortalidade do infante'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-822080837399966998</id><published>2009-07-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:55:30.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer III</title><content type='html'>Passo a entender que não devo ficar lamentando memórias perdidas. Hoje, por exemplo, no início de nossas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atividades&lt;/span&gt; musicais, parecia que as melodias estavam vivas em sua memória. Começamos a tocar nossas introduções com toda desenvoltura "possível". Porém, em menos de cinco minutos as falhas voltavam a surgir. O teclado à sua frente nada significava. Como já mencionei na postagem anterior, peguei o indicador de sua mão direita para iniciar as melodia. Assim, como se um empurrão estivesse sendo dado num carro para o motor voltar a funcionar, voltávamos a tocar até uma nova parada. Me parece que não há esquecimento das melodias, pois ela as cantarola em "boca qui usa". Creio que ela começa a esquecer o objeto, teclado. Ou, talvez, esqueça de que precisa fazer o movimento com as mãos para tocar. Enfim, não sei ainda precisar. Mas uma coisa é certa, as melodias que elegemos estão presentes em seus arquivos pessoais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As técnicas adquiridas por ordem das necessidades, com o tempo, passam a ser utilizadas, inseridas dentro dos nosso processo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;musicoterapeutico&lt;/span&gt;. Outra passagem interessante, é quando percebo que uma certa estagnação (normal em todos nós) se instala, convido-a para uma pequena volta. Pego em suas mãos e passeamos até a sala de espera. Ali, pego o violão, toco algumas músicas e retornamos a sala. Ao chegarmos a sala, olha o teclado e faz o seguinte comentário: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- Que belo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hein&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Nos sentamos novamente e passamos a tocar como se fosse a primeira vez. Ainda há prazer; o trabalho continua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-822080837399966998?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/822080837399966998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=822080837399966998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/822080837399966998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/822080837399966998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/07/passo-entender-que-nao-devo-ficar.html' title='Música e Alzheimer III'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-682621220181954262</id><published>2009-07-08T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:39:26.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer II</title><content type='html'>É o terceiro ano de trabalho. Portanto, tenho assistido a evolução da doença entre os altos e baixos da motivação por parte da paciente. A motivação, de ambas as partes, é muito importante para a continuidade das atividades. No momento, tenho necessitado auxiliar em colocar a mão da minha paciente sobre os teclados, pois ela passou esquecer o que está fazendo ali sentada. Seguro seu dedo indicador e começo a tocar algumas melodias, depois de iniciadas ela segue tocando até uma próxima parada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente peço que ela me olhe nos olhos, percebo que de certa forma esse procedimento a deixa situada em nosso espaço. Quando, depois de 20 minutos tocando, percebo um certo cansaço, faço uma pausa, dou uma pequena volta com ela, sento-a num outro lugar da sala, toco um pouco de violão. Depois retornamos o trabalho no teclado como se fosse a primeira vez. E assim seguimos nossas sessões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH Nogueira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-682621220181954262?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/682621220181954262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=682621220181954262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/682621220181954262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/682621220181954262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/07/musica-e-alzheimer-ii.html' title='Música e Alzheimer II'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8243829742864607977</id><published>2009-06-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:18:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Alzheimer</title><content type='html'>Tenho trabalhado música  com uma senhora portadora de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer&lt;/span&gt;. Seu histórico musical vem sendo determinante para nosso sucesso. Já se vão três anos de trabalho. Nestes tantos dias venho acompanhando a perda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gradativa&lt;/span&gt; de suas lembranças. A melodia, ainda presente, resiste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bravamente&lt;/span&gt; e de forma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instigante&lt;/span&gt; em seus "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;". É justamente com ela que nossos encontros se fazem eficientes. Trabalho o que há de sanidade musical, busco, reforço as melodias que já não possuem mais as palavras, ou seja, as letras se foram, ficaram as melodias das canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se faz preciso muita atenção, e muita determinação, pois não há melhora, só perdas. A melodia resiste, não as recentes e sim as primeiras, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;infantis&lt;/span&gt; e aquelas que marcaram de alguma forma sua vida. Mas elas ainda  estão presente,  afloram em seus dedos nervosos no teclado que coloco para ela tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve escrevo um pouco mais sobre este caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; Nogueira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-8243829742864607977?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8243829742864607977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8243829742864607977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8243829742864607977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8243829742864607977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/06/musica-e-alzheimer.html' title='Música e Alzheimer'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2028616495122118137</id><published>2009-04-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:42:56.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz no passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma luz apagada no portão&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças que eu não vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SfRa67fXewI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DSjxMv2MKrc/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SfRa67fXewI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DSjxMv2MKrc/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328984227534306050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Foto:&lt;/span&gt; Nikon D70S Lente: Nikon ED 80-200mm 1:28 D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2028616495122118137?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2028616495122118137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2028616495122118137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2028616495122118137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2028616495122118137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Luz no passado'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SfRa67fXewI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DSjxMv2MKrc/s72-c/DSC_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5543789683111929893</id><published>2009-04-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:01:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bebê e a Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJOS%C3%89%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText2, li.MsoBodyText2, div.MsoBodyText2 	{margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:justify; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:14.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	font-style:italic; 	mso-bidi-font-style:normal;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Destinado a pais, educadores e músicos, este livro mostra de maneira breve e estimulante, a importância da utilização da música na formação do bebê. Além de abordar temas como a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;musicalização&lt;/span&gt; pré-natal, a voz da mãe e a percepção do bebê, traz partituras, letras e um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cd&lt;/span&gt; com a gravação de nove belas canções do cancioneiro popular brasileiro e uma do próprio autor, para serem apreciadas na escola e em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;A venda: http://www.tocadovinicius.com.br/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca do Vinícius: Rua Vinicius de Moraes, 129 Loja C&lt;br /&gt;                            Ipanema / Rio de Janeiro  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tel. (21) 2247.5227&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Sdgh3Ae-uXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YICdqAtsL1Q/s1600-h/bebe_e_musica04_fechado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Sdgh3Ae-uXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YICdqAtsL1Q/s320/bebe_e_musica04_fechado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321040188644702578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-5543789683111929893?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5543789683111929893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5543789683111929893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5543789683111929893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5543789683111929893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-bebe-e-musica.html' title='O Bebê e a Música'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/Sdgh3Ae-uXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YICdqAtsL1Q/s72-c/bebe_e_musica04_fechado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5368010242663167981</id><published>2009-03-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:00:25.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças de um Festival de Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em algum dia, nos anos 80, eu e mais dois amigos nos aventuramos num festival de música em Friburgo. Uma música de minha autoria havia sido escolhida para participar. Na época, inspirado no pessoal do Ceará; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fagner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ednardo&lt;/span&gt;, entre outros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nosrdestinos&lt;/span&gt; que chegaram aqui no Rio de Janeiro, compus uma canção: Costa Brava. Uma história de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nordestino&lt;/span&gt; que vendeu o seu cavalo para vir para o sul. Mas depois do desencanto, ao voltar, seu cavalo havia morrido, etc, etc. O fato é que ao subirmos no palco não imaginávamos que ganharíamos o tal festival, que tinha como característica o voto popular. Além da música e da lembrança da vitória com o auditório cantando a música comigo, restaram  essas fotos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;escaneadas&lt;/span&gt; e enviadas para mim por um amigo, Luciano Macieira 25 anos depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J. Henrique e Fernando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAHuhfcgI/AAAAAAAAA08/TO1QaT4UG7g/s1600-h/cantando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAHuhfcgI/AAAAAAAAA08/TO1QaT4UG7g/s320/cantando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288386625925634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Evandro&lt;/span&gt;, meu pai, e a turma no dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAI_cA94I/AAAAAAAAA1c/89LHBdf7BD8/s1600-h/PAi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAI_cA94I/AAAAAAAAA1c/89LHBdf7BD8/s320/PAi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288408346228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os músicos: Sacha, Fernando e eu ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIWH-A8I/AAAAAAAAA1U/iYoS1g2NWN8/s1600-h/Os+m%C3%BAsicos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIWH-A8I/AAAAAAAAA1U/iYoS1g2NWN8/s320/Os+m%C3%BAsicos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288397256295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma amiga, Gilvane, de Friburgo foi nos visitar no camarim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIPlx8BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/gMDdH3_uEy8/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIPlx8BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/gMDdH3_uEy8/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288395502284818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIOpgpcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LT9ID42mYxk/s1600-h/eu+e+fernando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAIOpgpcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LT9ID42mYxk/s320/eu+e+fernando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288395249493442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costa Brava (J. Henrique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu cavalo se chamava Costa Brava&lt;br /&gt;Que todos lá no sertão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabiam lhe montar&lt;br /&gt;Tinha um pelo todo branco, cor das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos azuis, azuis da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;Corria mais do que uma flecha atirada&lt;br /&gt;Que nem mesmo o vento sul podia lhe parar&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia eu vendi o meu cavalo&lt;br /&gt;Para ter um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dinheirinho&lt;/span&gt; e no sul poder chegar&lt;br /&gt;Então eu disse adeus Venâncio adeus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cotinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pro sul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tentar&lt;/span&gt; enriquecer&lt;br /&gt;Levei melado, no bolso a rapadura&lt;br /&gt;E também minha saudade que a distância faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá quase morri e um dia eu voltei&lt;br /&gt;Voltei pro meu cantinho onde um dia já fui rei&lt;br /&gt;Meu cavalo já morreu ando a pé em procissão&lt;br /&gt;Rezo peço ao meu Deus que molhe este meu chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sertanejo&lt;/span&gt; cara-larga tem sempre os olhos vazio&lt;br /&gt;Pois viver em terra seca  é o maior dos desafio&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/6147687991476192240-5368010242663167981?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5368010242663167981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5368010242663167981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5368010242663167981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5368010242663167981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/03/lembrancas-de-um-festival-de-musica.html' title='Lembranças de um Festival de Música'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/ScdAHuhfcgI/AAAAAAAAA08/TO1QaT4UG7g/s72-c/cantando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1966561485774349025</id><published>2009-03-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:40:48.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando meu olho é atravessado&lt;br /&gt;Pelas imagens que invadem as lentes&lt;br /&gt;Sou fascinado por detalhes e horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco em vão registrar o momento&lt;br /&gt;Tentando levar comigo&lt;br /&gt;A imagem que já estava em mim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que quando revelo&lt;br /&gt;(Na verdade apenas desvelo)&lt;br /&gt;Faço conhecer, esclareço meu desejo de olhar&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Neste opaco momento&lt;br /&gt;Outro reflexo volto a desejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(José Henrique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SbHBRnymlWI/AAAAAAAAA00/1MLrWKOw3OM/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SbHBRnymlWI/AAAAAAAAA00/1MLrWKOw3OM/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SbHBRnymlWI/AAAAAAAAA00/1MLrWKOw3OM/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237944129688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-1966561485774349025?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/1966561485774349025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=1966561485774349025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1966561485774349025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1966561485774349025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-olhar.html' title='O olhar'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SbHBRnymlWI/AAAAAAAAA00/1MLrWKOw3OM/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2290973903776504450</id><published>2009-02-25T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:51:31.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que chita bacana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que chita bacana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compositores: &lt;/strong&gt;Osmar, Antonio da Conceição, Magu, Marcelo Buda, Neneu, Hugo Bruno e Lucio Moraes&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Intérprete:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style6"&gt;Sou a Chita Bacana a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;No batuque da Estácio de Sá&lt;br /&gt;Sou o samba raiz felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Na força da Comunidade&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style4"&gt;Sou bonita e faceira nasci na Índia&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Deserto atravessei&lt;br /&gt;Cruzei as ondas da mar&lt;br /&gt;Na epopéia uma viagem fascinante&lt;br /&gt;Na Europa deslumbrante então cheguei&lt;br /&gt;No Chá das cinco porcelanas decorei&lt;br /&gt;Através dos portugueses&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil desembarquei&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style6"&gt;Desbravando esta terra na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Me pintei com o colorido deste chão&lt;br /&gt;Com a fauna e a flora ergui sua bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Sou a Chita Brasileira&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style4"&gt;Com fé cultivei a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Num sorriso de criança&lt;br /&gt;O palhaço colori&lt;br /&gt;Vesti cortejo do Maracatu&lt;br /&gt;Dancei em quadrilhas de São João&lt;br /&gt;Na Festa do Divino minha devoção&lt;br /&gt;O movimento Hippie representei&lt;br /&gt;Com o Velho Guerreiro buzinei&lt;br /&gt;Na Tropicália fui a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Conquistei de vez esta nação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="style4"&gt;Foi um espetáculo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="style4"&gt;Desde o ensaio técnico até o dia da apresentação no Sambódromo, nossa ala "Sem compromisso" coordenada pelo Julião e pela Sueli foi só alegria.&lt;/p&gt; Foi um grande prazer participar, um momento inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SaXcm3KEtKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/erzEqM5qNzA/s1600-h/S5004967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SaXcm3KEtKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/erzEqM5qNzA/s320/S5004967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306890296125338786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SaXcm29JSUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UA1Xrvok60o/s1600-h/S5004948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SaXcm29JSUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UA1Xrvok60o/s320/S5004948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306890296071113026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="style4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2290973903776504450?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2290973903776504450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2290973903776504450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2290973903776504450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2290973903776504450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-chita-bacana.html' title='Que chita bacana'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SaXcm3KEtKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/erzEqM5qNzA/s72-c/S5004967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-1927502344797414361</id><published>2008-12-23T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:44:00.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação Musical  /  Espaço Rio Carioca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWBAL5Y4I/AAAAAAAAAzI/-RfhE5RPS8c/s1600-h/DSC03560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando é possível faço uma apresentação com meus alunos. Este ano foi no Espaço Rio Carioca. A proposta do trabalho é tentar seguir de forma organizada e atenta a demanda dos alunos. Ou seja, ficar ligado aos possíveis caminhos que os alunos pretendem tomar com a música. Por isso, neste dia se apresentaram cantores, compositores, violonistas, violeiros, baixistas, enfim...Todos podem encontrar uma trilha para permanecerem ligados a música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWBCapkYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ZFU8MHxLMsI/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWA_SvIJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Lsn_xN7toOA/s1600-h/S5004578copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283239150360666258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWA_SvIJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Lsn_xN7toOA/s320/S5004578copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWA3Rw8LI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LCJGyYO_yeY/s1600-h/S5004573copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283239148209107122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWA3Rw8LI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LCJGyYO_yeY/s320/S5004573copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSts_yII/AAAAAAAAAyo/r1yRjEMYZsM/s1600-h/S5004561copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237255853361282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSts_yII/AAAAAAAAAyo/r1yRjEMYZsM/s320/S5004561copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSc2mc9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/FvxWhTLQnpE/s1600-h/S5004560copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237251330241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSc2mc9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/FvxWhTLQnpE/s320/S5004560copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSHk815I/AAAAAAAAAyY/lRLfYN_2BaM/s1600-h/S5004556copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237245619066770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUSHk815I/AAAAAAAAAyY/lRLfYN_2BaM/s320/S5004556copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUR4N5f2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/nXP5J2ejgoM/s1600-h/S5004553copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237241495846754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHUR4N5f2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/nXP5J2ejgoM/s320/S5004553copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHURok7FEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/N-NoHFG7j4E/s1600-h/S5004549copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237237297452098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHURok7FEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/N-NoHFG7j4E/s320/S5004549copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fotos: Renata Tardelli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sansung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-1927502344797414361?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/1927502344797414361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=1927502344797414361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1927502344797414361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/1927502344797414361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/12/apresentao-musical-espao-rio-carioca.html' title='Apresentação Musical  /  Espaço Rio Carioca'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SVHWA_SvIJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Lsn_xN7toOA/s72-c/S5004578copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-3601393960819885065</id><published>2008-12-18T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:44:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de Música    /     L. C. Csekö</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O professor Luis Carlos Csekö é um amigo, e fico muito feliz em deixar minha filha sob seus cuidados musicais. Em meio a pratos, tambores, queixadas, berra-bois, caxixis, ganzás, entre outros...As crianças vão adquirindo contato de forma organizada e direcionada com aquilo que elas gostam muito de fazer: Som.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer som, é oferecer as crianças a oportunidade de realizar seus desejos sonoros e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;consequentemente inspiração para lidar com a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281405842106326322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 403px; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUtSoZ1rnTI/AAAAAAAAAus/oPTSxj8T4Dc/s400/DSC_0283copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os pais participaram da oficina na Pro-Arte encerrando mais um ano de atividades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre há tempo para descobertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281665295598878946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUw-mlauAOI/AAAAAAAAAws/cQo1KmJJzF0/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energia no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUw9xad1JSI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jDoHh7cQgrU/s1600-h/DSC_0284copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281664382126073122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUw9xad1JSI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jDoHh7cQgrU/s320/DSC_0284copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281664362960512258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUw9wTEZ5QI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Z8GF-bOtYKQ/s320/DSC_0125copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Máquina: Nikon 70 S / Lente Nikon ED 80-200mm 1:28 D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6147687991476192240-3601393960819885065?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/3601393960819885065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=3601393960819885065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3601393960819885065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3601393960819885065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/12/aula-de-msica-l-c-csek.html' title='Aula de Música    /     L. C. Csekö'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SUtSoZ1rnTI/AAAAAAAAAus/oPTSxj8T4Dc/s72-c/DSC_0283copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2463879386162954399</id><published>2008-12-03T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:56:34.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "visão" é "apalpação" do olhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbf1C9YunI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vza-AstkekU/s1600-h/S5004414.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275650115931519602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbf1C9YunI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vza-AstkekU/s400/S5004414.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbe_o6gSjI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oBVRG5puXEc/s1600-h/S5004413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275649198407043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbe_o6gSjI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oBVRG5puXEc/s400/S5004413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbdUw8O6gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5ktthvj1yDY/s1600-h/Peru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275647362315774466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbdUw8O6gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/5ktthvj1yDY/s400/Peru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2463879386162954399?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2463879386162954399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2463879386162954399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2463879386162954399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2463879386162954399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/12/viso-apalpao-do-olhar.html' title='A &quot;visão&quot; é &quot;apalpação&quot; do olhar.'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STbf1C9YunI/AAAAAAAAAuY/vza-AstkekU/s72-c/S5004414.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-6619926829871783249</id><published>2008-12-02T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:57:58.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Olhar segue procurando imagens para satisfazer seu desejo que na verdade é meu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo este que não vejo e esqueço que entendo que ele existe.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim apresento imagens que retiro da vida e apresento à alguns interessados em olhá-las.  Puro narcisimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STY4IPzcRzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/i5Bov5SEOQc/s1600-h/lampi%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275465727843518258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STY4IPzcRzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/i5Bov5SEOQc/s400/lampi%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Quarteirão Ingelhein / Petrópolis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-6619926829871783249?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/6619926829871783249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=6619926829871783249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6619926829871783249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6619926829871783249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/12/fotos.html' title='Foto'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/STY4IPzcRzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/i5Bov5SEOQc/s72-c/lampi%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-890216309620002044</id><published>2008-11-09T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:28:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeca da Cuíca   e   Guto Goffi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guto Goffi  levou o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeca da Cuíca&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;para  contar sua história e&lt;br /&gt;dar uma aula de música para os meu alunos do Ensino  Médio&lt;br /&gt;do São Vicente de Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi  um espetácul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfbhnMLxxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oPDYH-5QBQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0031web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfbhnMLxxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oPDYH-5QBQ4/s400/DSC_0031web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266919659735336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sambista, Zeca nasceu no morro de São Carlos, no Estácio, no ano passado recebeu do Ministério da Cultura, o  título de Baluarte do Samba, entre 60 bambas cariocas.&lt;br /&gt;A história de Zeca se mistura com a do samba há 50 anos, quando foi  iniciado&lt;br /&gt;no ritmo pelos mestres Marçal e Ministro da Cuíca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfeaOaKQzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/AQqsl_XUtqI/s1600-h/DSC_0040web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfeaOaKQzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/AQqsl_XUtqI/s400/DSC_0040web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266922831358870322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recebeu o Estandarte de Ouro de 1982 na condição de  Destaque Masculino pela Estácio de Sá e a condecoração com a medalha  Pedro Ernesto, em 2001.&lt;br /&gt;Foi personagem de um documentário produzido pelo Canal Futura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRff_ifzYEI/AAAAAAAAAto/-fuadvAZSjs/s1600-h/DSC_0042web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRff_ifzYEI/AAAAAAAAAto/-fuadvAZSjs/s400/DSC_0042web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266924571918032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Zeca sempre foi participação especial junto a Nelson Cavaquinho,  Rosinha de Valença, Dona Ivone Lara, Xangô da Mangueira e gravou  também com Martinho da Vila,&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Moura, João Bosco, Zeca Pagodinho,  entre muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfg01CwLNI/AAAAAAAAAtw/POp4v7MyzHc/s1600-h/DSC_00388web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfg01CwLNI/AAAAAAAAAtw/POp4v7MyzHc/s400/DSC_00388web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266925487429528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-890216309620002044?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/890216309620002044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=890216309620002044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/890216309620002044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/890216309620002044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/11/zeca-da-cuca-e-guto-goffi.html' title='Zeca da Cuíca   e   Guto Goffi'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SRfbhnMLxxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oPDYH-5QBQ4/s72-c/DSC_0031web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2156602393385545150</id><published>2008-08-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:46:30.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvorecer na Lagoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seis horas da manhã. Alvorecer na Lagoa de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Araruama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ponta do Ambrósio.&lt;br /&gt;Divisa entre Cabo Frio e São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt; D'Aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgsvc9CmDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/wi4Vq8L38Ic/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgsvc9CmDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/wi4Vq8L38Ic/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483760555890738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgsvo0kAOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/O_ITzlTghLw/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgsvo0kAOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/O_ITzlTghLw/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483763741556962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barco do pescador espera o pôr-do-sol para sair a captura do camarão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswGZZhgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8facRtbcPXU/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswGZZhgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8facRtbcPXU/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483771680687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colhereiros passaram a comparecer no cenário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswUURGFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kcSyE4Geqqw/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswUURGFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kcSyE4Geqqw/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483775417260114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros dão rasantes generosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswvyxJ5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/055ZDIauat0/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgswvyxJ5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/055ZDIauat0/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235483782792947602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Asas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;longilíneas&lt;/span&gt; se esticam no limite de suas possibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgwXHfe7KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jWeUyqhX69Y/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgwXHfe7KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/jWeUyqhX69Y/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235487740524424354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Fotos:&lt;/span&gt; Nikon D70S Lente: Nikon ED 80-200mm 1:28 D&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/6147687991476192240-2156602393385545150?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2156602393385545150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2156602393385545150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2156602393385545150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2156602393385545150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/08/seis-horas-da-manh.html' title='Alvorecer na Lagoa'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SKgsvc9CmDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/wi4Vq8L38Ic/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5166895491664082744</id><published>2008-07-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:42:49.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boca da Barra / Cabo Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eguei&lt;/span&gt; minha filha e fomos para para Cabo Frio. Eram 15:00 horas quando chegamos na Praia do Forte. A luz, como na maioria das vezes nesse local, enchia os olhos de vontade de levar aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;espetáculo&lt;/span&gt; para casa. O vento, suave, não trazia o frio que nessa época do ano é habitual. Pinguins nadavam por perto - sete pinguins - revelando a baixa temperatura da água intensamente cristalina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abaixo o local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exato &lt;/span&gt;da maioria das fotos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220808119446604706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQJUtgXC6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-K7K_WV37CQ/s400/fort1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;onge&lt;/span&gt;, aproveitando o vento, velas se aproximavam do canal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQIv8KDDpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/u3fexJYUK-s/s1600-h/velas-ao-longe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220807487724392082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQIv8KDDpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/u3fexJYUK-s/s400/velas-ao-longe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220811496728010050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQMZS2_nUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NtA3g6c2XJ8/s400/barcos+e+gaivota+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Passavam pela "Pedra do Bufador", por cima do naufragado "Carolina" e seguiam em direção ao Itajuru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804228428444658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFyOVVs_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/tffvRw3SZYE/s400/tres-velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Ao entrarem no canal do Itajurú, ganhavam velocidade e se misturavam com outros barcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804214192390930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFxZTMwxI/AAAAAAAAAho/7XDC6dkk-iw/s400/lancha-e-velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;as pedras, jovens se jogavam como sempre se jogaram. O vai e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vem&lt;/span&gt; da maré e dos homens em sintonia. Tudo parecia correto. Minha lente pegou um instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFxCu0TKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OskB9FNue_0/s1600-h/mergulho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804208134212770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFxCu0TKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OskB9FNue_0/s400/mergulho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Pescadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;chegavam de longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804200246229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFwlWLOYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5QaaicFTxf0/s400/popa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;inha&lt;/span&gt; assistente, como um lagarto, aproveitava o calor do sol e das pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220804193353873906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQFwLq6OfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/q6FYctbnSPw/s400/ana-clara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;braço merecido. Hora de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQEZuwEUMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5ZSqv_Xd2sU/s1600-h/n%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220802708122128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQEZuwEUMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5ZSqv_Xd2sU/s400/n%C3%B3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fotos: Nikon D70S Lente: Nikon ED 80-200mm 1:28 D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6147687991476192240-5166895491664082744?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5166895491664082744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5166895491664082744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5166895491664082744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5166895491664082744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/07/boca-da-barra-cabo-frio.html' title='Boca da Barra / Cabo Frio'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SHQJUtgXC6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-K7K_WV37CQ/s72-c/fort1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-3871471711061746418</id><published>2008-06-29T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:02:18.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; lagoa é linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ela primeira vêz saí com intenção de fotografá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; foto descobre recantos que ainda resistem ao desgaste da civilização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGgw8H3sGlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/El04oBXKw6c/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Origem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O João de Barro e sua casa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGl_802D3yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/P2EMQR9tI-w/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217842326239698722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGl_802D3yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/P2EMQR9tI-w/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;e águas salgadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, acredita-se que esta ampla massa aquática teve a sua origem a partir de um braço de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; que, em função das correntes marítimas e dos ventos no litoral, teve o seu contato com o oceano Atlântico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;interrompido. Atualmente ele é mantido artificialmente, pela manutenção do canal do Jardim de Alá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, visando a renovação das águas do sistema lagunar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;História&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( A garça sempre atenta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGguuoCsm_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/cQAGSqQI2os/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471546866310130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGguuoCsm_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/cQAGSqQI2os/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nicialmente habitada pelos &lt;strong&gt;índios tamoios&lt;/strong&gt;, que a denominavam como &lt;strong&gt;Piraguá (água parada&lt;/strong&gt;) ou &lt;strong&gt;Sacopenapan (caminho dos socós),&lt;/strong&gt; com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a fixação do colonizador houve o estabelecimento da lavoura de cana-de-açúcar na região, passou a ser conhecida como Lagoa de Amorim Soares, proprietário de terras às suas margens no início do século XVII. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                                                                                       (Os socós ao sol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGguvzM92-I/AAAAAAAAAek/dl3VJUX844g/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471567042042850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGguvzM92-I/AAAAAAAAAek/dl3VJUX844g/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;m 1609, sendo essas terras vendidas para o seu genro, Sebastião Fagundes Varela, passou a se denominar &lt;strong&gt;Lagoa do Fagundes&lt;/strong&gt;. Este latifundiário, ampliou as suas propriedades na região, de maneira que, em torno de 1620, já era proprietário de toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s as terras que se estendem dos atuais bairros de Humaitá até o Leblon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(O índio sem o arco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGgyUwLSzNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SGxqMdDGRts/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217475500419763410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGgyUwLSzNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/SGxqMdDGRts/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em 1702, a sua bisneta, Petronilha Fagundes, então com 35 anos de idade, casou-se com o jovem oficial de Cavalaria Português, &lt;strong&gt;Rodrigo de Freitas de Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;, então com apenas 18 anos de idade, que deu o seu nome à lagoa. Viúvo, Rodrigo de Freitas retornou a Portugal em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1717, onde veio a falecer em 1748.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Os pescadores ainda estão lá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGg3EWcCc2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/bef46Q61Eq4/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGmBB8Le-eI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sq_PdkUTjRw/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217843513619577314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGmBB8Le-eI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sq_PdkUTjRw/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A região permaneceu em mãos de arrendatários, sem grande expressão até ao início do século XIX, quando, com a chegada da Família Real Portuguesa em 1808, o Príncipe-Regente desapropriou o Engenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da Lagoa para construir no local uma fábrica de pólvora e instalar o Real Horto Botânico (atual Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGgw7kyeUEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aRDKEPB-ucI/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473968354512962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGgw7kyeUEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aRDKEPB-ucI/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Texto&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagoa_Rodrigo_de_Freitas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagoa_Rodrigo_de_Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Fotos:&lt;/span&gt; Nikon D70S Lente: Nikon ED 80-200mm 1:28 D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-3871471711061746418?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/3871471711061746418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=3871471711061746418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3871471711061746418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3871471711061746418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/06/lagoa-rodrigo-de-freitas.html' title='Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGl_802D3yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/P2EMQR9tI-w/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-7160270139369126458</id><published>2008-06-29T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:25:06.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicóptero</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esde criança nos fascinamos por helicópteros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; som nos faz olhar para o céu querendo conferir o que se passa. Lá no alto, algo como um besouro sobrevoa a cidade como se estivesse nos espionando. Algumas vezes até dá vontade acenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stava na minha janela quando ouvi um som rouco e maquínico. Corri em pegar minha câmera, porém por poucos instantes pensei: &lt;em&gt;que coisa mais infantil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o entanto, num impulso a criança pegou a máquina e passou a registrar o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; céu azul outono/invervo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdplas4duI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Nj2fcpTI19U/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217254784875656930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdplas4duI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Nj2fcpTI19U/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdpkturAqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wvPRlxqgiyM/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217254772803568290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdpkturAqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wvPRlxqgiyM/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdpkz1JY7I/AAAAAAAAAds/XLAghQbjBCc/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217254774441337778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdpkz1JY7I/AAAAAAAAAds/XLAghQbjBCc/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdplMVnQuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jeCDVt-ROng/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217254781019964130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdplMVnQuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jeCDVt-ROng/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-7160270139369126458?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/7160270139369126458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=7160270139369126458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7160270139369126458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7160270139369126458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/06/helicptero.html' title='Helicóptero'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SGdplas4duI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Nj2fcpTI19U/s72-c/DSC_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-3007751663754320140</id><published>2008-05-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:23:42.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Passeio da Garça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Quando acordei as seis da matina, a garça estava ali. Parada no barco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Quando me viu, pensei que fosse levantar vôo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Que nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Me proporcionou essas fotos aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5vKKvYnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eqPnZDMq-UQ/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201580314470605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5vKKvYnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eqPnZDMq-UQ/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5c6KvYmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Fd2hiy1y6W8/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201580000937992802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5c6KvYmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Fd2hiy1y6W8/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5JKKvYlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6Umex0HVS_U/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579661635576402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5JKKvYlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6Umex0HVS_U/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-4vqKvYkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GMOJioOHZBE/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579223548912194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-4vqKvYkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GMOJioOHZBE/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-4WqKvYjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2NnMWVC-ahM/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578794052182578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-4WqKvYjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2NnMWVC-ahM/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-3_6KvYiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WLVd9Bz20NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201578403210158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-3_6KvYiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WLVd9Bz20NQ/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-3k6KvYhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V1D2gi7kGCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201577939353690642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-3k6KvYhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V1D2gi7kGCQ/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Local: Ponta do Ambrósio - Divisa Cabo Frio / São Pedro D'Aldeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Máquina: Nikon 70 s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lente: Nikon 80-200 mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-3007751663754320140?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/3007751663754320140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=3007751663754320140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3007751663754320140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3007751663754320140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-passeio-da-gara.html' title='O Passeio da Garça'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SC-5vKKvYnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eqPnZDMq-UQ/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-7919699015360439114</id><published>2008-04-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:54:11.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mosquitão na Radio Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No Sábado dia 26/05  o Mosquitão Esmagadão levou sua turma para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cantar no palco da Radio Nacional. A Rádio Maluca do Zé Zuca é muito legal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194079058019803586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUTYkSQ4cI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7_FPKtBv-ak/s320/mosquito_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugenio Dale encarnou o Mosquitão e mandou ver. Arrasou!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194080587028160978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUUxkSQ4dI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pfl5Scu0M-M/s320/DSC_0048-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ana Clara (minha filha), Sofia (amiguinha), Eugenio Dale &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o  músico maravilhoso Gastão Vileroy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUZa0SQ4fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/20gFau9ldhs/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194085693744275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUZa0SQ4fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/20gFau9ldhs/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gastão Vileroy e Marisa Rothemberg cantando a Formiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e crianças da Cuuriosa Idade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194083013684683234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUW-0SQ4eI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9NYcTwZUX8I/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coral da Curiosa Idade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194087407436227106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUa-kSQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAWA/X8pHf7ojNvM/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Henrique e Bebel cantando a música Laranjeiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194086385234010626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUaDESQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/36PjZHo-K1M/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zé Zuca e seu fiel escudeiro Mariano comandando a festa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194086866270347794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUafESQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8f9YhzacyIo/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-7919699015360439114?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/7919699015360439114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=7919699015360439114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7919699015360439114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7919699015360439114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-mosquito-na-radio-nacional.html' title='O Mosquitão na Radio Nacional'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/SBUTYkSQ4cI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7_FPKtBv-ak/s72-c/mosquito_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-880464519317559095</id><published>2008-03-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:51:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento "Educação Musical"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Dia 24 de março, o livro "Educação Musical" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;foi lançado na livraria Espaço Rio Carioca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;nas Casas Casadas em Laranjeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2dXkYl0MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a4RtHPNvb2M/s1600-h/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182971774402678978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 301px; height: 257px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2dXkYl0MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a4RtHPNvb2M/s320/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg" width="254" border="0" height="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermelinda Paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Prof. música UFRJ&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH&lt;/strong&gt; o autor&lt;strong&gt; e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luiz Carlos Cseko&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Compositor; prof. da Pro-Arte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2dH0Yl0LI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ydQr5eyHXKc/s1600-h/S5002691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182971503819739314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2dH0Yl0LI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ydQr5eyHXKc/s320/S5002691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermelinda Paz. eu e Bia Bedran num papo sobre Educação Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182968252529496130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2aKkYl0EI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NV4Vcj6If4I/s320/S5002708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2cpkYl0KI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A0ACM7MRMls/s1600-h/S5002696.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renata, José Henrique, Renato e Ivana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2cK0Yl0JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mBkXNLc4bsU/s1600-h/S5002735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970455847719058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2cK0Yl0JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mBkXNLc4bsU/s320/S5002735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ermelinda Paz, o autor, Renata Tardelli, Bia Bedran e Luiz Carlos Csekö&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2b10Yl0II/AAAAAAAAAQA/r1jgHd9b8EM/s1600-h/S5002728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182970095070466178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2b10Yl0II/AAAAAAAAAQA/r1jgHd9b8EM/s320/S5002728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH se divertindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2bd0Yl0HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ob6i-_4Rhs/s1600-h/S5002722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182969682753605746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2bd0Yl0HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ob6i-_4Rhs/s320/S5002722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um pouco de diversão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2bCEYl0GI/AAAAAAAAAPw/P4vIFO5WU4Q/s1600-h/S5002718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182969206012235874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2bCEYl0GI/AAAAAAAAAPw/P4vIFO5WU4Q/s320/S5002718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izabel Sanchez dando uma canja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182967195967541282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2ZNEYl0CI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Bhz2q51tW0I/s320/S5002687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns luxuosos convidados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;em destaque Clara Gomes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(arte da capa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2ao0Yl0FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HEFu4zLHkyg/s1600-h/S5002695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182968772220538962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2ao0Yl0FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/HEFu4zLHkyg/s320/S5002695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Panorâmica da livraria e convidados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183114491870957810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-4fK0Yl0PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/q4-LncYx0EY/s320/S5002729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glauco de Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Editor da Booklink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Rejane França&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Coordenadora da Pro-Arte);&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;David Ganc&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Arranjador Compositor)&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Leila do Flamengo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Vereadora);&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Passos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(Clarinetista)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2Ye0Yl0BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dh2799JlRwo/s1600-h/S5002660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182966401398591506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2Ye0Yl0BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dh2799JlRwo/s320/S5002660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-880464519317559095?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/880464519317559095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=880464519317559095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/880464519317559095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/880464519317559095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/03/lanamento-educao-musical.html' title='Lançamento &quot;Educação Musical&quot;'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2dXkYl0MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a4RtHPNvb2M/s72-c/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-256488333310310317</id><published>2008-03-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:31:55.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fuxico da Serra de Petrópolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma das estradas mais bonitas que tenho a oportunidade de passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a que sobe a Serra de Petrópolis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nela, além do verde exuberante que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;podemos vislumbrar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;junto a água em abundância caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pelas encostas na época das chuvas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nosso olhar ainda é acariciado com as cores dos tapetes coloridos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confeccionados por moradores locais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180650331694288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-VeB0Ylz4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/lpkcmdHi3fo/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180651203572649874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-Ve0kYlz5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/mgrywXmSLzs/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180653677473812402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-VhEkYlz7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IRWoYdjB7LU/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180655142057660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-ViZ0Ylz8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/DYRv7A39yc0/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180656245864255442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-VjaEYlz9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1rOwoJowhEU/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"O visível em torno de nós parece repousar nele mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;ou como se houvesse dele a nós uma familiaridade tão&lt;br /&gt;estreita como a do mar e praia" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Merleau-Ponty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-256488333310310317?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/256488333310310317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=256488333310310317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/256488333310310317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/256488333310310317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-fuxico-da-serra.html' title='O Fuxico da Serra de Petrópolis'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-VeB0Ylz4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/lpkcmdHi3fo/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-4593269099416623825</id><published>2008-02-28T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:59:20.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandes Fotógrafos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALFONSE MUCHA 1860-1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171949930328843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R8Z1DzlbYxI/AAAAAAAAALE/L3jWjfYTuNE/s400/mucha01.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mucha trabalhando em seu estúdio, 1898&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alphonse Marie Mucha é mais conhecido como o artista gráfico da Art Nouveau, de estilo inconfundivel e referência de toda uma "Belle Epoque". Entre 1880 e 1920, utilizou a fotografia como meio de estudo para suas ilustrações e com a sensibilidade visual amealhou um trabalho consistente também na fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171948607478915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R8Zz2zlbYwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lPy30oSA7yM/s400/mucha91.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Viagem à Rússia, 1913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em abril de 1913, Mucha viaja para a Rússia com a intenção de coletar material para sua pintura da proclamação do Tzar Alexander II, que faria parte de sua série de Épicos Eslavos. Mucha se impressionou com o que chamou de Relíquia de Sociedade Medieval co-existindo em "pleno" século XX ! Grande parte das fotografias estragaram-se, restando muito pouco, mas nem por isso, menos consistente, esta notável reportagem social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171947739895522034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R8ZzETlbYvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7DABIVYPGeA/s400/mucha03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estudos de Ballet, 19oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cotianet.com.br/photo/great"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.cotianet.com.br/photo/great&lt;/span&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/6147687991476192240-4593269099416623825?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/4593269099416623825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=4593269099416623825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/4593269099416623825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/4593269099416623825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandes-fotgrafos-alfonse-mucha.html' title='Grandes Fotógrafos'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R8Z1DzlbYxI/AAAAAAAAALE/L3jWjfYTuNE/s72-c/mucha01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-4805235716386378192</id><published>2008-02-08T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:24:33.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premiação Internacional do fotojornalismo:             World Press Photo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"O que pode haver de mais translúcido que o olhar pousado sobre o mundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Há sempre alguém que, por pouco que tenha os olhos abertos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;preenche-os das coisas &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;que aguardam para serem vistas". (Assoun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: Tim Hetherington &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagem de soldado americano no Afeganistão foi a vencedora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R6xelNoGyKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jj0Rm2bFCmU/s1600-h/697233-9840-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606866093164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R6xelNoGyKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jj0Rm2bFCmU/s400/697233-9840-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto: Paul Nickle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caça pelo marfim ártico em Narwal. Segundo lugar na categoria Histórias Naturais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164607368604338354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R6xfCdoGyLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dUUS0U0Z0I8/s400/697217-9473-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Foto: Brent Sirton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Primeiro lugar na categoria: Assuntos Contemporâneos do World Press Photo 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Retirada de gorilas da montanha mortos do Virunga National Park, no Congo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164608038619236546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R6xfpdoGyMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/44Eid80Iies/s400/697215-3101-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-4805235716386378192?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/4805235716386378192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=4805235716386378192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/4805235716386378192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/4805235716386378192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/02/premiao-internacional-do-fotojornalismo.html' title='Premiação Internacional do fotojornalismo:             World Press Photo.'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R6xelNoGyKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jj0Rm2bFCmU/s72-c/697233-9840-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-6445455382511320816</id><published>2008-01-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:20:10.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos: Ponta do Ambrósio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando o olho cai sob a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;objeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - efeito erótico -, quando é "mirado" pelo corpo do outro, por estas "propriedades de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;objetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" que ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erotiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pelo olhar, eis o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charivari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (balburdia) visual! Impossível, então, continuar a separar do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;objeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, o olhar " se nubla", o invisível se mistura ao visível. Vendo de "perto demais", ele cessa de ver o que quer que seja." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paul-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assoun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nikon 70S&lt;br /&gt;Lente: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nikon AF-S28-70mm 1:2.8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5IpQfmRGWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G9E8XMtlnlU/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157229886629288290" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5IpQfmRGWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G9E8XMtlnlU/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5IoPPmRGVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Omhjk-qDVro/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157228765642824018" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5IoPPmRGVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Omhjk-qDVro/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5InWvmRGUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l_y7HjI8j_g/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157227794980215106" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5InWvmRGUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l_y7HjI8j_g/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5ImnfmRGTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cpTlc1Kvcdw/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5Il6_mRGSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f30JZNVCKno/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-6445455382511320816?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/6445455382511320816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=6445455382511320816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6445455382511320816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6445455382511320816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/01/fotos-ponta-do-ambrsio.html' title='Fotos: Ponta do Ambrósio'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R5IpQfmRGWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G9E8XMtlnlU/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-206437589879390407</id><published>2008-01-15T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:25:12.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litoral de Natal:  O Jegue</title><content type='html'>A dúvida na hora de viajar. Levo a minha &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nikon F2&lt;/span&gt; (analógica) ou a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;F70s&lt;/span&gt; (digital)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu tinha 5 rolos de filme ASA 200/36 guardados, optei por levar a F2, com lentes 50 mm, 80 mm e 120 mm. Enfim, ainda fico mais a vontade com a minha analógica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém de bolso levo a Sansung S500, e enquanto não revelo as fotos na Nikon, vou apresentar algumas da Sansung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O litoral de Natal é lindo, lindo, lindo...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Moto e o Jegue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;DAVICORDEL - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O homem criou a moto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O jegue, o nosso senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A moto é feita de ferro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O jegue feito de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E Deus quando fez o jegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi para o agricultor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yb1PmRGNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-viflF-jjw/s1600-h/S5002140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155667012454783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yb1PmRGNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-viflF-jjw/s320/S5002140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O matuto tá sabendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jegue anda sem gasolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem pneu e sem motor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem farol e sem buzina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É isento de imposto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem precisa de oficina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yWwPmRGLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gjRwVsjyTs0/s1600-h/S5002274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155661428997298354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yWwPmRGLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gjRwVsjyTs0/s320/S5002274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certo dia com meu jegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passando pela estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi um matuto arretado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com uma moto quebrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu jegue olhou pra ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ficou dando risada&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yXkfmRGMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dG4PyoZ4g4U/s1600-h/S5002072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155662326645463234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yXkfmRGMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dG4PyoZ4g4U/s320/S5002072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yXkfmRGMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dG4PyoZ4g4U/s1600-h/S5002072.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-206437589879390407?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/206437589879390407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=206437589879390407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/206437589879390407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/206437589879390407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/01/litioral-de-natal-o-jegue.html' title='Litoral de Natal:  O Jegue'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R4yb1PmRGNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G-viflF-jjw/s72-c/S5002140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8749190530599845063</id><published>2008-01-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T04:05:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr-do-Sol em Itaipú</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rJb_mRGHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6VRSv9fX7NI/s1600-h/S5001396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150650606617172082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rJb_mRGHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6VRSv9fX7NI/s200/S5001396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uando&lt;/span&gt; garoto eu me fascinava com o pôr-do-sol. Certamente havia mais tempo para me deixar ser fascinado por esses "reflexos" da natureza. Porém, uma vez sensibilizado, quero crer que para sempre sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Certamente o leitor, com um pouco de esforço, irá se lembrar de momentos marcantes dessa natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rPHfmRGII/AAAAAAAAAEo/BVqf-XDYlBc/s1600-h/S5001398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150656851499620482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rPHfmRGII/AAAAAAAAAEo/BVqf-XDYlBc/s200/S5001398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Posso citar alguns pontos geográficos que marcaram meus&lt;br /&gt;encontros com o pôr-d0-sol, são eles: Arpoador (Rio de Janeiro); Praia do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Siqueira&lt;/span&gt; (Cabo Frio); Ponte Rio-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Niterói&lt;/span&gt;; entre outros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Há pouco tempo atrás...Um sábado, se não me engano. Resolvi ir a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Niterói&lt;/span&gt; tomar uma cerveja e comer pastel com minha mulher, num daqueles bares que ficam na praia de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Itaipú&lt;/span&gt;. Como já se passava das 16:00 h., saímos de casa, no Flamengo, com aquela sensação de que estava um pouco tarde para se ir tão longe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rIXPmRGGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AmP4NFObP24/s1600-h/S5001401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rIXPmRGGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AmP4NFObP24/s1600-h/S5001401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rIXPmRGGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AmP4NFObP24/s1600-h/S5001401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150649425501165666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 164px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rIXPmRGGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AmP4NFObP24/s200/S5001401.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No entanto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;estáva&lt;/span&gt;mos decididos. Pegamos nosso documentos, algum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dinheiro e de saída colocamos nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;câmera&lt;/span&gt; digital de bolso "na bolsa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essas pequenas máquinas registram grandes momentos. No caso, uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sansung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Digimax&lt;/span&gt; S500, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;zoom&lt;/span&gt; 5.9 e 17.4mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a cerveja estava gelada, o pastel feito na hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; e mais um pôr-do-sol inesquecível. Aí estão as fotos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rIXPmRGGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AmP4NFObP24/s1600-h/S5001401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&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/6147687991476192240-8749190530599845063?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8749190530599845063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8749190530599845063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8749190530599845063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8749190530599845063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2008/01/pr-do-sol-em-itaip.html' title='Pôr-do-Sol em Itaipú'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3rJb_mRGHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6VRSv9fX7NI/s72-c/S5001396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-3602449497042458374</id><published>2007-12-29T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:02:51.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabo Frio: fotos antigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;os anos 80, uma das minhas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atividades&lt;/span&gt; era, ir para Cabo Frio pegar onda e tirar fotografia. Eu tinha uma máquina fotográfica cuja a marca era: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fujika&lt;/span&gt;. Com ela tirei várias fotos. As ondas ficaram na lembrança, porém algumas fotos eu as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;escaneei&lt;/span&gt; e aí estão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dJbvmRGDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/85wijB7iucQ/s1600-h/laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149665439903717426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dJbvmRGDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/85wijB7iucQ/s200/laura.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; Laura: carro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;folclórico&lt;/span&gt; que por muito anos vivia na mediações do Lido, na Praia do Forte São Mateus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dIE_mRGCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JXm4Kbv5oCE/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dIE_mRGCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JXm4Kbv5oCE/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149663949550065698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dIE_mRGCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JXm4Kbv5oCE/s200/caminho.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dMZvmRGEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rh5pvu6C2ZA/s1600-h/nautico.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Passagem para a Praia Brava. Ilha do Japonês ao fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dNt_mRGFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bNRIMlg_UfA/s1600-h/casagrande2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149670151482841170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dNt_mRGFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bNRIMlg_UfA/s200/casagrande2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dispensa de mantimentos da antiga casa (demolida) da família de Joaquim Nogueira, centro, Cabo Frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dIE_mRGCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JXm4Kbv5oCE/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-3602449497042458374?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/3602449497042458374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=3602449497042458374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3602449497042458374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3602449497042458374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/cabo-frio-fotos-antigas.html' title='Cabo Frio: fotos antigas'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3dJbvmRGDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/85wijB7iucQ/s72-c/laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5520938805420020470</id><published>2007-12-25T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:13:06.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos: Aula aberta de L. C. Csekö na Uni-Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H1jPmRF-I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uq-eaZkRoBk/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148165834892449762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 192px; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H1jPmRF-I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uq-eaZkRoBk/s200/foto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; trabalho de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;musicalização&lt;/span&gt; coordenado pelo professor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; Carlos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Csekö&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;na Pro-Arte no Rio de Janeiro é uma excelente oportunidade para as crianças ingressarem no mundo da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt; do dia 9/12, havia comentado que durante a apresentação de encerramento das aulas de música, eu estava com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt; F2 para registrar, porém tive problemas com meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flash.&lt;/span&gt; A espera trouxe agradáveis surpresas. Aí estão algumas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H4BfmRF_I/AAAAAAAAADc/cL9OPuln7sE/s1600-h/foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148168553606748146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 202px; height: 167px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H4BfmRF_I/AAAAAAAAADc/cL9OPuln7sE/s200/foto3.jpg" border="0" height="167" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; dinâmica consiste em oferecer as crianças além do senso de organização necessário para se fazer música, um espaço para pesquisas sonoras e sensoriais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os&lt;/strong&gt; momentos registrados pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jurássica&lt;/span&gt; com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt; F2; velocidade 30; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abertura&lt;/span&gt; 2.8; lente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zeiss&lt;/span&gt; (com adaptador) 80 mm/f:2.8 revelaram a alegria das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;atividades&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H5kfmRGAI/AAAAAAAAADk/issuZANvANQ/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148170254413797378" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 203px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H5kfmRGAI/AAAAAAAAADk/issuZANvANQ/s200/foto2.jpg" border="0" height="162" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; instante que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;permanece&lt;/span&gt; no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que se instala no imaginário de quem vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registrei ou fui registrado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-5520938805420020470?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5520938805420020470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5520938805420020470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5520938805420020470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5520938805420020470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fotos-aula-aberta-de-l-c-csek-na-uni.html' title='Fotos: Aula aberta de L. C. Csekö na Uni-Rio'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3H1jPmRF-I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uq-eaZkRoBk/s72-c/foto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8983548270296394406</id><published>2007-12-22T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T05:11:04.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amendoeira: Bebeto Castilho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2zx3_mRF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/FSC0Sr4PTGs/s1600-h/bf639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 153px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2zx3_mRF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/FSC0Sr4PTGs/s320/bf639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146754418444670930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta quarta-feira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estáva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-mos na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Modern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Eu e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Renata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (minha mulher) fomos lá assistir nosso amigo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ganc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que faria uma participação no dia. Claro que já conhecia o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Trio, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;e Bebeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Castilho não seria novidade nenhuma não fosse o fato de ter tido  o prazer de compartilhar a mesa com ele nos intervalos da apresentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novidade para ele, o fato de que eu havia feito mestrado com seu filho no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Conservatório&lt;/span&gt; Brasileiro de Música (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Este foi o motivo inicial para uma sequência de assuntos agradáveis e engraçados que só os músicos, com seu peculiar senso de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt;, conseguem proporcionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversa teve a música com tema central, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eventualmente&lt;/span&gt; ia em outra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  mulheres, filhos, educação, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;projetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pessoais entre outros, como se variações retornassem ao tema principal, e dessa vez, o CD que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bebeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lançou: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amendoeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depois de escutar  sobre a concepção do CD a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;partir&lt;/span&gt; do próprio autor, saí e fui ali do lado comprá-lo, aproveitando o momento para uma dedicatória. Quando voltei, ,ele havia saído para mais uma "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Foi o &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tempo para eu ler o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;encarte&lt;/span&gt; e perceber que o repertório foi muito bem escolhido. Uma menção especial da minha parte para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabelos cor de prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois, quando retornou, nossa mesa abrigava mais uma pessoa: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thomson, webmaster do site Maria-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Daí o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bebeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inspiradíssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  passou a explicar como chegou ao repertório do seu CD. Suas lembranças de juventude e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;infância&lt;/span&gt; os motivaram. Caetano &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Veloso&lt;/span&gt; diz: " É necessário ouvi-lo repetidas vezes. Para aprender e purificar a alma." É isso que estamos fazendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6147687991476192240-8983548270296394406?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8983548270296394406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8983548270296394406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8983548270296394406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8983548270296394406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/amendoira-bebeto-castilho.html' title='Amendoeira: Bebeto Castilho'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2zx3_mRF9I/AAAAAAAAADM/FSC0Sr4PTGs/s72-c/bf639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8832499320160440927</id><published>2007-12-19T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:21:35.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosa Idade Musical II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nQ8vmRF4I/AAAAAAAAACk/oVyNt6MlfaQ/s1600-h/capa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 244px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nQ8vmRF4I/AAAAAAAAACk/oVyNt6MlfaQ/s320/capa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145873791235200898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nfim o CD ficou pronto. Com os arrranjos de Gastão Villeroy, as lustrações Ivan Zig e patrocínio da Creche Escola  Curiosa Idade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tem ao todo 10 canções, todas elas de minha autoria. Muitas participações aconteceram neste CD, tais como: Marcos Lobo na percussão; Zé A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mérico na acordeão; Eugnio Dale é o Mosquito; A cantora M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ize é a Formiga. Também neste CD podemos ouvir a Isabel Schimiti cantando Laranjeiras, composição que fiz em homenagem ao bairro. Abaixo algumas fotos que tirei da Bebel  usando a Nikon70s com lentes 50mm, no Estúdio Pactocombaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nWCvmRF8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Q2r1JJtfOnU/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nWCvmRF8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Q2r1JJtfOnU/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145879391872554946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nSe_mRF6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/beLk1GvUvu4/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nSe_mRF6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/beLk1GvUvu4/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145875479157348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-8832499320160440927?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8832499320160440927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8832499320160440927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8832499320160440927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8832499320160440927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/curiosa-idade-musical-ii.html' title='Curiosa Idade Musical II'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2nQ8vmRF4I/AAAAAAAAACk/oVyNt6MlfaQ/s72-c/capa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-6094874816991511272</id><published>2007-12-15T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:33:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa da Sá Pereira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos poucos vou tirando minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt;70s&lt;/span&gt; da caixa. Embora o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; fosse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terminar&lt;/span&gt; com as 20 fotos restantes no filme de 36 poses que ainda restavam na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt; F2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;utilizando&lt;/span&gt; as l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entes 120mm e 80 mm&lt;/span&gt; para me facilitar o alcance da minha filha no palco, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt; com problemas com o adaptador e a pressa devido ao atraso que já se instalava, fizeram com que eu usasse a minha digital pela primeira vez. Não era a lente que eu gostaria de usar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50mm,&lt;/span&gt; portanto fui para o teatro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Powell&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Copacabana&lt;/span&gt; sabendo que para tirar fotos da Ana Clara, teria que ir lá na frente, burlar o pedido de que os pais se afastassem do palco. Enfim, teria ficar na frente de alguns. Não teve jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A festa muito bem tramada, com músicas infantis muito bem arranjadas em diversos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gêneros&lt;/span&gt; musicais. Atirei o pau no gato em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;, Sabiá em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;forró&lt;/span&gt; entre outras. Lá de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; antes da apresentação da minha filha arrisquei algumas fotos. Uma delas aí em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SHdvmRFzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/87VydoSYpL4/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SHdvmRFzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/87VydoSYpL4/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144385619426875186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já ia começar a dança  da turma da minha filha. Salsa seria o ritmo. Na confusão entre o final de uma música e o início de outra, me posicionei lá na frente. No famoso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gargarejo&lt;/span&gt;. Ainda tenho a impressão que alguém estava me xingando, acho que era o super ego.&lt;br /&gt;O importante é que  tirei algumas fotos. Aí estão duas delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SKSvmRF1I/AAAAAAAAACM/agPN7XM1Efw/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SKSvmRF1I/AAAAAAAAACM/agPN7XM1Efw/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144388728983197522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SKSPmRF0I/AAAAAAAAACE/J6Jt3moEqrk/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 195px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SKSPmRF0I/AAAAAAAAACE/J6Jt3moEqrk/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144388720393262914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-6094874816991511272?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/6094874816991511272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=6094874816991511272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6094874816991511272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/6094874816991511272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/festa-da-s-pereira.html' title='Festa da Sá Pereira'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2SHdvmRFzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/87VydoSYpL4/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8741251448912004212</id><published>2007-12-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:47:43.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luis Carlos Csekö: aula  aberta  na  Uni-Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;stava na Uni-Rio assistindo a apresentação musical regida pelo professor &amp;amp; compositor Luis Carlos Csekö. Me prepare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i para tirar algumas fotos com a F2 e Flash. Quando ia colocar as pilhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; no Flash percebi que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; embora novas, elas estavam meladas, portanto... eu estava sem flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tal fato e a pouca luz me trouxeram certo abatimento, porém o desejo de obter imagens daquele evento, não só pelo fato da minha filha estar participando, me fez acreditar que resolveria a questão com uma boa combinação entre a velocidade e abertura, embora o filme de 200 asas não favorecesse tanto entusiasmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E foi assim: câmera &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikon F2&lt;/span&gt;; velocidade 30; aberura 2.8; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lente Zeiss &lt;/span&gt;(com adaptador) 80 mm/f:2.8. Os clicks de sonoridade grave dava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m a dimensão do esforço na captação de luz, que era pouca. Se optasse por uma velocidade menor poderia comprometer na estabilidade da câmera. O filme de 36 poses acabou e encerrei o trabalho, me restava esperar a revelação. Só o analógico mantém esta expectativa. A espera que possibilita uma relaçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2RX2_mRFyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PxIsCcMHRxY/s1600-h/DSC_2090+F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2RX2_mRFyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PxIsCcMHRxY/s320/DSC_2090+F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144333276660438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o única com o tempo (cada dia se torna mais rara) nos faz exercitar a paciência e viver a asnsiedade da possibilidade das coisas (fotos) sairem erradas ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Revelei, fiz um contato (index) e para minha alegria as fotos ficaram muito legais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Em breve depois de revelá-las e digitalizá-las as coloco aqui no ArteReflexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aguardem!!! Enquanto isso apresento um momento de descontração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;num envento em Petrópolis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a foto é de Renato Velaso&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/6147687991476192240-8741251448912004212?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8741251448912004212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8741251448912004212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8741251448912004212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8741251448912004212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/luis-carlos-csek-aula-aberta-na-uni-rio.html' title='Luis Carlos Csekö: aula  aberta  na  Uni-Rio'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R2RX2_mRFyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PxIsCcMHRxY/s72-c/DSC_2090+F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-185912799966547660</id><published>2007-12-06T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T08:04:06.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro: Educação Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3J7YvmRGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJvd6mpTcLY/s1600-h/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148312989061945362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3J7YvmRGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJvd6mpTcLY/s200/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de longos anos de molho, tempo necessário para que eu pudesse ler, reler, alterar e cortar algumas passagens da minha dissertação de mestrado, enfim esta pequena produção ganhou uma forma de livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devidamente apresentado pela professora &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ermelinda Paz Zanini&lt;/span&gt; e prefaciado pelo compositor e professor &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Luis Carlos Csekö&lt;/span&gt;, tal obra, com o selo da &lt;strong&gt;Booklink, &lt;/strong&gt;se destina a todos aqueles que desejam conhecer um pouco da História da Educação Musical no Rio de Janeiro, e também professores, músicos e especialistas que gostam de exercitar a reflexão sobre a prática da educação musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a capa da &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Clara Gomes&lt;/span&gt;, e fotos no seu miolo (Villa Lobos, Sá Pereira, Lidy Mignone) que remontam a história do ensino da música nos anos 40 e 50 aos dias de hoje, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Educação Musical, &lt;/span&gt;em breve terá seu lançamento devidamente anunciado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-185912799966547660?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/185912799966547660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=185912799966547660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/185912799966547660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/185912799966547660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/livro-educao-musical.html' title='Livro: Educação Musical'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R3J7YvmRGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJvd6mpTcLY/s72-c/livro_fechado_layout01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2452675232554998465</id><published>2007-12-02T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:50:07.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosa Idade Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há muito componho para as crianças. São canções que surgiram no dia a dia da educação, outras que fizeram parte de peças infantis, e há ainda aquelas que surgiram do por combustão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;espontânea&lt;/span&gt;, ou seja pelo simples prazer de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1LhZSVYCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ln31Ong_vwg/s1600-R/mosquito_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1LhZSVYCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/NnlERLVYtlo/s320/mosquito_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139417949317630050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mpor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma das características destas canções, é o fato de conseguirem permear diversas faixas etárias. Crianças, jovens e adultos as cantam com prazer. Conheço esta "estatística" pelo fato de tocá-las há pelo menos 20 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantos anos e de tantas canções não gravadas, finalmente conseguimos organizar 10 destas canções num CD. Este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cd&lt;/span&gt; está sendo possível graças a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curiosa Idade, &lt;/span&gt;escola de Laranjeiras (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RJ&lt;/span&gt;) que utiliza minhas canções em seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cotidiano&lt;/span&gt; escolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Mosquito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Cigarra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A formiga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laranjeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São algumas das dez canções. Os arranjos estão sendo elaborados pelo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gaston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Villeroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. E a arte do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cd&lt;/span&gt; é do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zigg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Em breve coloco uma faixa, enquanto isso fiquem com uma ilustração do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zigg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2452675232554998465?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2452675232554998465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2452675232554998465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2452675232554998465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2452675232554998465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/12/curiosa-idade-musical.html' title='Curiosa Idade Musical'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1LhZSVYCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/NnlERLVYtlo/s72-c/mosquito_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-3740724873557404683</id><published>2007-11-30T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:03:03.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos de Parati IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1BPYWmOdkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/frPyqVzPqes/s1600-R/proa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1BPYWmOdkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X-V1UGpUYA8/s320/proa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138694454631102018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto fotografava, o vento fresco da manhã sensibilizava meu rosto. O corpo metálico da máquina parecia sentir que havia uma bela luz.  Trabalhadores passavam pela calçada do canal ou de bicicletas pela rua. Acostumados com a paisagem, já que dela fazem parte, deviam se perguntar: - O que será que esse cara está vendo?  Gostaria de ter respondido  que estava encantado com o reflexo das cores e das silhuetas dos barcos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-3740724873557404683?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/3740724873557404683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=3740724873557404683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3740724873557404683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/3740724873557404683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexos-de-parati-iv.html' title='Reflexos de Parati IV'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R1BPYWmOdkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X-V1UGpUYA8/s72-c/proa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-7233167946086228022</id><published>2007-11-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:29:38.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos de Parati III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s imagens fornecem inspirações para outras imagens. O olhar prende-se sem querer em detalhes que pedem para serem revelados e ampliados num movimento sem fim. Assim como pequenos fragmentos melódicos levam ao compositor inúmeras outras idéias musicais, também as imagens assim agem com o olhar. Mas é preciso &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0t5NmmOdiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/401f-0ckjfQ/s1600-h/popa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0t5NmmOdiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/401f-0ckjfQ/s320/popa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137333074552321570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dizer um basta, para então seguir em outra direção. Aqui a última "mixagem" sugerida pelo olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-7233167946086228022?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/7233167946086228022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=7233167946086228022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7233167946086228022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/7233167946086228022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexos-de-parati-iii.html' title='Reflexos de Parati III'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0t5NmmOdiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/401f-0ckjfQ/s72-c/popa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-2142743995879658135</id><published>2007-11-24T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:39:40.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moinhos de vento</title><content type='html'>Há muito, nas idas e vindas de Cabo Frio, observo a decadência visual de sua estrada. Porém ainda restam alguns moinhos que giram imponentes bombeando água salgada para os tanques das salinas. Entre estas sobreviventes, uma delas está localizada em São Pedro D'aldeia. Parei o carro na estrada, e fui de encontro aos moinhos. Minha lente 180 os trouxeram para bem perto de mim. O vento forte os movimentavam com força. Ruídos saíam deles enquanto eu os guardava em minha F2. Alguém me sugeriu ir a na direção de Massambaba.  Em breve estarei indo para aquelas bandas atrás dos moinhos de vento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-2142743995879658135?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/2142743995879658135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=2142743995879658135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2142743995879658135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/2142743995879658135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/11/moinhos-de-vento.html' title='Moinhos de vento'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-8628445248781027905</id><published>2007-11-23T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:46:25.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parati'/><title type='text'>Reflexos de Parati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0dy_2mOdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LOE4nfUdGD0/s1600-h/canoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0dy_2mOdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LOE4nfUdGD0/s320/canoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136200341352510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há aproximadamente 2 anos tenho me aventurado na fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi encaminhar esse meu interesse pelos meios analógicos.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei com uma Nikon F3. Posteriormente resolvi experimentar a Nikon F2. Embora já possua uma Nikon D70S (digital) pretendo apresentar meus ensaios analógicos.&lt;br /&gt;As lentes C. Zeiss 80, 120 e 180 de puro cristal capturam maravilhosamente as imagens. Sim eu tenho o adaptador para a Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;Sair de um campo para outro sempre tras muita insegurança. Ou seja, meu território sempre musical nunca me satisfez plenamente. As luzes sempre me fascinaram. Segue mais uma foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-8628445248781027905?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/8628445248781027905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=8628445248781027905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8628445248781027905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/8628445248781027905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexos-de-parati_23.html' title='Reflexos de Parati'/><author><name>J. H. Nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849016783539272326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R-2jrEYl0OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nn840BzqRMY/S220/S5002722.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0dy_2mOdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LOE4nfUdGD0/s72-c/canoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147687991476192240.post-5063801898556176869</id><published>2007-11-21T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:32:12.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parati'/><title type='text'>Reflexos de Parati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflexos de Parati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve apresentarei algumas fotos tiradas por em Parati,  com a velha e conhecida Nikon F3, com lentes de 50mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0cbpmmOdfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H634o4w3O4I/s1600-h/popa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Kgf-MMDVHQ/R0cbpmmOdfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H634o4w3O4I/s320/popa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136104301588805106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eram 7 horas da manhã quando saí de casa para a captura de imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Foram escolhidas três fotos. Todas de barcos. Depois de escolhidas as digitalizei. Saturei um pouco suas cores. Um brilho aqui, uma sombra ali, tudo no photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;A exposição será no Espaço Labore em Laranjeiras, Rio de Janeiro. Em breve comunico a data certa da apresentação das fotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147687991476192240-5063801898556176869?l=artereflexo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/feeds/5063801898556176869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147687991476192240&amp;postID=5063801898556176869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5063801898556176869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147687991476192240/posts/default/5063801898556176869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artereflexo.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexos-de-parati.html' title='Reflexos de Parati'/><author><name>J. 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