<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342</id><updated>2012-01-24T12:09:26.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UNS &amp; UNHAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiz 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EuRRpxc2veM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-3323439329277094539</id><published>2011-04-20T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:03:12.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CAM ROCK 2011 - ABBEY ROAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2jI3WOe1b8/Ta6TDSJB_1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BzCP34h_OqI/s1600/CAM+ROCK+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2jI3WOe1b8/Ta6TDSJB_1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BzCP34h_OqI/s320/CAM+ROCK+2011.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foram 13 os albuns (long playing) e 23 os compactos (45 rotaçoes) originalmente lançados pelos Beatles ao longo dos 8 anos de sua fenomenal carreira discografica, num total de 203 cançoes, a maior parte das quais tornadas  celebres  e essencial parte integrante da trilha sonora da historia do mundo contemporaneo. Se por um lado o album “Sgt. Pepper” è considerado pela maior parte dos criticos o album mais importante na historia do Rock, por outro, é com “Abbey Road”, o ultimo disco que eles gravaram, exatamente naquele emblematico  1969, ano em que se realizou o antologico festival de Woodstock (3 dias de paz, amor e musica), que se materializa a sintese mais elaborada de todos os elementos estetico-ideologicos criados e  desenvolvidos pelo quatro rapazes originarios de Liverpool,  com a participaçao fundamental e determinante , vale recordar, daquele que é considerado o quinto beatle, o produtor e arranjador George Martin. E’ exatamente Martin quem diz a proposito de Abbey Road:  “é uma especie de Sgt. Pepper numero dois, e eu entre os dois prefiro Abbey Road. E’ igualmente inovativo, mas de uma maneira mais controlada.”&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, que escutei Abbey Road pela primeira vez aos 14 anos, poucas semanas apos o seu lançamento em 1969, e cuja experiencia de audiçao desde entao exerceu sobre mim  uma especie de efeito radioativo saudavel em meu dna musical, è uma grande satisfaçao realizar com alunos e ex-alunos dos laboratorios rock do CAM este concerto em que  executamos todas as 17 faixas do disco. &lt;br /&gt;Luiz Lima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-3323439329277094539?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3323439329277094539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=3323439329277094539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3323439329277094539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3323439329277094539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2011/04/cam-rock-2011-abbey-road.html' title='CAM ROCK 2011 - 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"Era a coisa mais erotica que eu jamais tinha visto. Encontra-la foi como entrar nos contos das mil e uma noites. Começamos a conversar e a minha cabeça começou a girar". A mulher que ha meio seculo atras fez girar a cabeça de um jovem de vinte anos chamado Bob Dylan morreu depois de uma longa doença nesta New York distante anos luz daquele village de artistas que ela propria ajudou a construir. Nao existe fan de Bob Dylan que nao a conheça: Suzanne Rotolo era a menina que aparece na capa de The Freewheelin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De braço com o seu Bob no coraçao do Village: imagem de um tempo feliz feito de musica e amor. E luta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suze era tres anos mais nova que Robert Zimmerman quando - com apenas dezessete anos - encontrou aquele jovem violonista folk que destrinchava o repertorio de Woody Guthrie em um bar italiano entre Mercer e a West Fourth Street. O encontro que mudou a historia da musica jovem e rebelde. Foi aquela menina quem introduziu Bob recem chegado em New York nos ambientes mais radicais e politizados da metropole. Ela, a pequena ativista "italiana", a filha de pais imigrantes de segunda geraçao ja integrados na contracultura de New York: o pai ilustrador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mae jornalista de Unità, a ediçao americana do jornal comunistra italiano. Ela, a jovem intectual que aplicou o provinciano vindo de Duluth, Minnessota, contando-lhe sobre Picasso e Cezanne, cantando-lhe as poesias malditas de Rimbaud. E contando-lhe sobre a tragedia dos negros resumida na morte de Emmett Till que inspirou em Dylan uma de suas primeiras cançoes de protesto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob e Suze erao os jovens principes do Village. E nao por acaso se chama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/11/books/11roto.html"&gt;"A Freewheelin' Time: A Memoir in Greenwich Village in the Sixties"&lt;/a&gt;, o belo livro de memorias que Suze publicou ha tres anos. "Freewheelin'" significa "à rota livre". "Mas a aliança entre eu e Suze", recordarà Bob, "terminou exatamente por nao ser um passeio no bosque". Dois carateres fortes. Com ela rebelde demais para se acontentar com o papel de musa. E ele rico demais daquele genio grande demais para se recolher ao Village. "Ela tomou uma estrada e eu outra", recordarà Bob em seu livro "Chronicles". Na verdade a estrada de Bob havia jà cruzado com a de Joan Baez. Mas antes de terminar nos braços da rainha do Folk Mister Zimmerman perdeu literalmente a cabeça por aquela "italiana" bonita e cabeça dura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando em 1962 Suze acompanhou sua mae à Italia e viveu "em exilio" na Universidade para estrangeiros de Perugia, a ela Bob dedicou desesperado "Tomorrow is a Long Time": amanha é longe demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tres anos depois suas estradas se separaram realmente. O seu ativismo a fez embarcar para Cuba e a defender até o fim - com muitas polemicas - o regime de Fidel Castro. Casou com um italiano. Continuou a viver no Village. Trabalhou como professora e ilustradora. Somente para o filme documentario de Martin Scorcese &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOUtzHizr9A"&gt;"No Direction Home" &lt;/a&gt;decidiu falar pela primeira vez sobre Bob. Para depois contar tudo no seu livro-confissao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan recordarà: "Quantas noites passei acordado a escrever cançoes para depois lhe mostrar e perguntar "ta legal assim?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta legal. Tava otimo. Foi bom demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-8675689597220797705?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8675689597220797705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=8675689597220797705' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8675689597220797705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8675689597220797705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2011/03/adeus-suzanne-rotolo.html' title='Adeus Suzanne Rotolo'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Br_r86XMhI/TW6uOP-uRSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/69iAyIg7siw/s72-c/2006_04_arts_freewheelin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-6614946654766314740</id><published>2011-01-16T12:01:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:53:24.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista com Alice Ruiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice Ruiz&lt;/b&gt;, a autora que contribuiu enormemente para a popularização do haicai em nosso país, nos deu impressões valiosas sobre poesia nessa conversa exclusiva para o blog do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemasnoonibus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Poemas no Ônibus e no Trem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Além de estarmos contando com uma artista de repercussão nacional, afiada com a poesia contemporânea e com informações arejadas sobre o gênero, vale lembrar que o Haicai, gênero que Alice tornou-se referência, é um dos mais praticados nas inscrições para o Concurso Poemas no Ônibus e no Trem. Toda edição, algum haicai acaba sendo selecionado ao longo da trajatória do concurso. Alice Ruiz nos brindou com suas considerações generosas sobre o gênero e so-bre criação. Alice Ruiz começou a escrever com apenas 9 anos de idade. Com 26 publica em revistas e jornais culturais, mas só lança seu primeiro livro,&lt;b&gt;Navalhanaliga&lt;/b&gt;, em 1980. Seu primeiro Jabuti de Poesia veio em 1989 com o livro &lt;b&gt;Vice versos&lt;/b&gt;. Além de escritora,Alice já compôs teve mais de 50 músicas gravadas por parceiros e intérpretes e gravou o CD Paralelas, em parceria com &lt;b&gt;Alzira Espíndola&lt;/b&gt;, com as participações e especiais de &lt;b&gt;Zélia Duncan&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Arnaldo Antunes&lt;/b&gt;. Autora de 19 livros, seu mais re-cente livro,&lt;b&gt;Dois em um&lt;/b&gt;, venceu o Prêmio Jabuti na categoria poe-sia em 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Existe um tema central na poesia de Alice Ruiz? ou todo tema cabe em sua poesia desde que lhe faça sentido?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando se trata de haikai, o tema é sempre a natureza, para seguir o modelo niponico. Quando acontece um terceto sobre a natureza humana, prefiro chama-lo assim: terceto. Na letra de música, onde tenho também um compromisso de que seja poética, é mais comum que o tema seja a natureza humana, com ênfase nos relacionamentos. Até porque é uma forma de conversar mais de perto com o ouvinte, seduzi-lo de imediato. Já a poesia ela mesma, no sentido ocidental, permite uma gama bem maior de temas e assuntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comente sobre o Poema no Ônibus e no Trem enquanto projeto que leva a poesia para os transportes públicos. Em sua opinão, qual o grande mérito desse projeto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Difícil achar um mérito único. São muitas as qualidades desse projeto. Oferecer um outro olhar para a realidade. Chamar para a reflexão. Tirar do marasmo do cotidiano. Atrair para a poesia aqueles que, por um motivo ou outro, não a usufruem. Apresentar novos autores para os que já tem o hábito dessa leitura. Colocar beleza no dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O haicai, gênero em que você contribiui para qualificar e popularizar no Brasil, e que concentra boa parte da sua produção, é um dos mais produzidos para o Poemas no Ônibus, muito pela sua brevidade e graça. Como você analisa o interesse pelo gênero e seu poder de atração que desperta em leitores e autores?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra, diferente do poema para ser lido, pede métrica mais rígida, rimas mais frequentes, incidência das tônicas e, principalmente, coloquialidade. Creio que essas são as principais diferenças. Quanto às semelhanças, a letra pede tanta verdade, elaboração e criação de linguagem, quanto o poema escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fale sobre a concepção e projeto do belo livro Hai Tropikais, desde o formato (cartão), projeto gráfico, até a parceria da autoria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Não poderia, a concepção e edição foi do Guilherme Mansur, poeta de Ouro Preto. Foi dele a iniciativa de selecionar alguns haikais meus e do Paulo Leminski e publicá-los nesse volume. Inclusive o título é dele. Nós a recebemos como um presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A poesia no mercado editorial é sempre complexa, na sua opinião a poesia deve cada vez mais sair do livro e ganhar outros suportes? você acha que isso pode gerar um número de leitores mais expressivo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia já migrou para vários suportes. Na música, por exemplo, temos no Brasil a melhor canção do mundo, provavelmente porque nossa canção conta com letras altamente poéticas, além é claro, de compositores musicais inspiradíssimos. E a poesia mais sintética já está no out-door, nos muros, nas camisetas, no vídeo texto, na holografia, na internet. Parece mesmo perfeita para as novas tecnologias. E quanto mais suportes tivermos, melhor será. Quem sabe até possa a vir alterar o comportamento do mercado editorial. Ouço desde menina que a poesia está morrendo, e a sinto e vejo cada vez mais viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duas ou três dicas na hora de escrever o poema que Alice Ruiz considera fundamentais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio que isso está respondido na pergunta quatro. Verdade, elaboração de linguagem, formas novas de dizer o já conhecido, mas também de dizer o novo. Familiaridade com a linguagem e para isso ler muita poesia, teorias sobre poesia, e mesmo prosas que acrescentem conhecimento e idéias poéticas. Universalidade, isto é, falar do que é comum a (e sobre) um maior número de pessoas. Só que tudo isso é feito antes. Na hora de escrever o poema, o ideal é já ter assimilado de tal forma esses fatores, para que o poema nasça espontâneo. Para que a intenção de faze-lo não apareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr5bWlTJ7vk/TS3ZWHPJkRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u6jnpJ3i9nM/s400/foto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-6614946654766314740?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gr5bWlTJ7vk/TS3ZWHPJkRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u6jnpJ3i9nM/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-8803011868396321035</id><published>2011-01-08T13:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:58:18.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Eixo do Sol</title><content type='html'>Poema de Haroldo de Campos musicado por Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô ao deus ao demodará&lt;br /&gt;Que deus te guie porque eu não posso guiá&lt;br /&gt;E viva quem já me deu&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô e ainda quem falta me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soando como um shamisen&lt;br /&gt;E feito apenas com um arame tenso&lt;br /&gt;Um cabo e uma lata velha&lt;br /&gt;Num fim de festafeira&lt;br /&gt;No pino do sol a pino&lt;br /&gt;Mas para outros não existia&lt;br /&gt;Aquela música não podia&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podia popular&lt;br /&gt;Aquela música se não canta não é popular&lt;br /&gt;Se não afina não tintina&lt;br /&gt;Não tarantina&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto puxada na tripa da miséria&lt;br /&gt;Na tripa tensa da mais megera miséria física&lt;br /&gt;E doendo doendo como um prego na palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Um ferrugem prego cego&lt;br /&gt;Na palma espalma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Coração exposto como um nervo tenso&lt;br /&gt;Retenso um renegro&lt;br /&gt;Prego cego durando na palma polpa da mão ao sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô ao deus ao demodará&lt;br /&gt;Que deus te guie porque eu não posso guiá&lt;br /&gt;E viva quem já me deu&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô e ainda quem falta me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo é o inventalínguas&lt;br /&gt;Na malícia da maestria&lt;br /&gt;No matreiro da maravilha&lt;br /&gt;No visgo do improviso&lt;br /&gt;Tenteando a travessia&lt;br /&gt;Azeitava o eixo do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô ao deus ao demodará&lt;br /&gt;Que deus te guie porque eu não posso guiá&lt;br /&gt;E viva quem já me deu&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô e ainda quem falta me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não peça que eu te guie&lt;br /&gt;Não peça despeça que eu te guie&lt;br /&gt;Desguie que eu te peça promessa&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te fie&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Me largue&lt;br /&gt;Me desamargue&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim eu acerto&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim eu reverto&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim eu conserto&lt;br /&gt;E para o fim me reservo&lt;br /&gt;E se verá que estou certo&lt;br /&gt;E se verá que tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;E se verá que está feito&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo torto fiz direito&lt;br /&gt;Que quem faz cesto faz cento&lt;br /&gt;Se não guio não lamento&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mestre que me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;Já não dá ensinamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuladô de fulô ao deus ao demodará&lt;br /&gt;Que 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C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mal-aventurados os que se rendem às verdades absolutas sobre Jesus. Se foi reformador ou revolucionario, fariseu dissidente ou profeta iluminado, nada disso nos contam os Evangelhos. Jesus sabia se esconder bem entre as muralhas e as palavras. Indiscutivel apenas é que sua doutrina tomou o poder no Imperio Romano sem levantar uma espada. Entender suas paràbolas é mergulhar num emaranhado de significados  que se multiplicam como os peixes do milagre evangelico. Peixes-simbolo de subversao da ordem vigente.&lt;br /&gt;Ler Jesus é caminhar sobre as aguas incertas que vem com força e quebram em ondas de interpretaçoes. Nas praias, porem, sò existe a certeza de que ele era um superpoeta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O texto acima està na contracapa do fantastico livrinho de &lt;b&gt;Paulo Leminski&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jesus antes de Cristo&lt;/b&gt;, lançado pela Brasiliense, na serie "Encanto Radical" em 1984. Extraordinario! Leminski estudou hebraico e grego antigo, pra ler nos originais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns trechinhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um carpinteiro chamado Yosef e de sua mulher Maria, nasceu Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome era muito comum entre os judeus, sendo uma ligeira alteraçao do nome Josué, o sucessor de Moises e cappo das tribos hebreias que invadiram a Palestina depois da morte do grande patriarca.&lt;br /&gt;Entre as crianças de Nazareth, brinca um menino que, um dia, vai mudar o mundo como ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;Ihoshuha, Joshua, Josué, Jesus: longa viagem vai fazer este nome.&lt;br /&gt;As tradiçoes apostolicas e os relatos evangelicos cercaram seu nascimento e primeiros anos de toda sorte de lendas das mil e uma noites, de que o Oriente gosta.&lt;br /&gt;Desde o nascimento de uma virgem até a visita de tres Magos ao menino recem-nascido, cada um portando presentes, ouro, incenso e mirra.&lt;br /&gt;As contradiçoes entre uma historia verdadeira e lendas e fabulas que se teceram em volta de Joshua aparecem a primeira vista.&lt;br /&gt;O evangelho atribuido a Mateus abre com a enumeraçao da genealogia de Joshua, desde o patriarca Abraao.&lt;br /&gt;Na lista dos antepassados de Joshua, està o rei David, o que o faz herdeiro legitimo do trono de Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Esta genealogia termina na pessoa de Yosef (José), pai de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente apòs, Mateus reporta a lenda da concepçao virginal de Jesus, nascido de Maria, fecundada por força divina, sem concurso de homem.&lt;br /&gt;Ora, a ser assim, para que a genealogia de seu pai?&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus parece ter sido muito livre na escolha de suas companhias. Os evangelhos estao cheios das queixas dos fariseus pelo fato de Jesus frequentar pecadores, estrangeiros, publicanos (coletores de impostos para Roma), meretrizes e até gente pior.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus se saia com coisa do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nao vim para salvar os justos. Justos nao precisam de salvaçao.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus nao falava claro. Nabi, profeta, falava por parabolas. Vale a pena saber que "parabola", em grego, quer dizer "desvio do caminho". O essencial das mensagens de Jesus està longe de ser transmitido por cadeias de raciocinios. Mas através de "estorias paralelas", as parabolas,  unidades poéticas e ficcionais, capazes de irradiar significados espirituais e praticos, abertas a exegese, à explicaçao, à liberdade. Jesus, Joshua Bar-Yosef, pensa concreto.&lt;br /&gt;Dai, a duraçao do seu pensar, constituido pela infinitude de interpretaçoes de suas elementaridades doutrinarias.&lt;br /&gt;Admire-se, por exemplo, a formosura da parabola do semeador, a primeira relatada por Mateus.&lt;br /&gt;"Naquele dia , saindo Jesus de casa, sentou-se à beira do mar. E juntou-se em volta dele uma multidao de gente, de forma que Jesus teve que subir numa barca e sentar-se nela.&lt;br /&gt;A multidao estava na praia.&lt;br /&gt;A ela, falou-lhes muitas coisas por parabolas, dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O semeador saiu a semear.&lt;br /&gt;Parte da semente&lt;br /&gt;caiu ao longo do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;vieram as aves do ceu&lt;br /&gt;e comeram-na.&lt;br /&gt;Parte caiu na pedra,&lt;br /&gt;nao tinha terra,&lt;br /&gt;nasceu, veio sol e secou.&lt;br /&gt;Parte caiu entre os espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;os espinhos a sufocaram.&lt;br /&gt;Parte, enfim, caiu entre terra boa&lt;br /&gt;e deu frutos,&lt;br /&gt;cem por um, outros sessenta por trinta.&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem ouvidos pra ouvir, ouça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao se sabe o que admirar mais aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Mas merece destaque o contraste entre um Jesus falando, de uma barca no mar, sobre alguem que semeia na terra.&lt;br /&gt;Na circunstancia desta parabola, um misterio nos hipnotiza.&lt;br /&gt;Concretamente, nela , Jesus flutua sobre as aguas, falando da terra.&lt;br /&gt;Agua. Terra. Pescar. Semear. Jesus fala por elementaridades: numa palavra, fala coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Na parabola do semeador, Jesus fala, na realidade, dos efeitos e consequencias da pregaçao de sua palavra.&lt;br /&gt;A semente, ai, é metafora e imagem da palavra.&lt;br /&gt;O mais estranho vem a seguir: "e chegando-se a ele, os discipulos disseram: por que lhes fala em parabolas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voces é concedido&lt;br /&gt;conhecer os misterios do reino dos ceus,&lt;br /&gt;a eles, nao.&lt;br /&gt;Pois a quem tem, vai ser dado,&lt;br /&gt;e abundarà.&lt;br /&gt;De quem nao tem,&lt;br /&gt;até o que tem&lt;br /&gt;vai ser tirado.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, falo a eles por parabolas.&lt;br /&gt;Para que, vendo, nao vejam.&lt;br /&gt;E, ouvindo, nao ouçam&lt;br /&gt;nem compreendam.&lt;br /&gt;Assim se cumpra neles a profecia de Isaias:&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo de ouvir, nao vao entender,&lt;br /&gt;e, videntes, vendo, nao vao ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parabola é um genero oriental, encontradiço entre todos os povos da Asia, a revelaçao de verdades abstratas atraves da materialidade de uma anedota, uma unidade ficcional minima. Aquilo que Joyce chamava de "epifania".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ai vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-3928732573968411714?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3928732573968411714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=3928732573968411714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3928732573968411714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3928732573968411714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-a.html' title='Jesus a. 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type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflexoes sobre literatura marginal e cultura contemporanea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14262398" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14262398"&gt;Heloisa Buarque de Hollanda&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/flimultimidia"&gt;FLi Multimídia&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14300593" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14300593"&gt;Chacal&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/garapa"&gt;Coletivo Garapa&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Os guitarristas John Scofield e Pat Metheny, incontestaveis genios na arte da musica de improvisaçao, com o suporte ritmico dos igualmente geniais Steve Swallow no baixo e Bill Stewart na bateria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GcZ-gujCM4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GcZ-gujCM4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-8875142267035582982?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8875142267035582982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=8875142267035582982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8875142267035582982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8875142267035582982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/08/red-one.html' title='THE RED ONE'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-1937666269700257668</id><published>2010-08-14T21:57:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:14:56.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE IT IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luciana Souza vem se afirmando como a mais importante cantora brasileira num ambito internacional, la onde a musica brasileira e a musica americana caminham de maos dadas ha pelo menos meio século, desde quando o ritmo do Samba assimilou as harmonias dissonantes do Jazz/Blues e vice-versa. A cançao "Here It Is" de Leonard Cohen, faz parte do CD "The New Bossa Nova", lançado em 2007.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385" style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu5mzoSGCFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mu5mzoSGCFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385" style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May everyone live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And my love, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is your wine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And your drunken fall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your love for it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is your sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your bed and your pan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For the woman, the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May everyone live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And, my love, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The night has begun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the heart of your son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is the dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(until death do us part);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In your daughter’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May everyone live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And, my love, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here you are hurried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here you are gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That it’s all built upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is your cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your nails and your hill;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here is your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That lists where it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May everyone live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And may everyone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And my love, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-1937666269700257668?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1937666269700257668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=1937666269700257668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1937666269700257668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1937666269700257668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-it-is.html' title='HERE IT IS'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-5913688840167130354</id><published>2010-05-30T03:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:15:49.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/TAHC02yfb5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yG4Oc0dT8GU/s1600/defaultCAQA1MFG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476872835175509906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/TAHC02yfb5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yG4Oc0dT8GU/s400/defaultCAQA1MFG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hW-J5Gyvt8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hW-J5Gyvt8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DARK EYES&lt;br /&gt;words and music Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the gentlemen are talking&lt;br /&gt;and the midnight moon is on the riverside,&lt;br /&gt;They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide.&lt;br /&gt;I live in another world where life and death are memorized,&lt;br /&gt;Where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls&lt;br /&gt;and all I see are dark eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise,&lt;br /&gt;Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,&lt;br /&gt;They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man&lt;br /&gt;is at the wheel,&lt;br /&gt;Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules&lt;br /&gt;the arrow that flies,&lt;br /&gt;A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 1985 Special Rider Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-5913688840167130354?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5913688840167130354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=5913688840167130354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/5913688840167130354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/5913688840167130354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/05/dark-eyes.html' title='DARK EYES'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/TAHC02yfb5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yG4Oc0dT8GU/s72-c/defaultCAQA1MFG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-786185950988795068</id><published>2010-02-27T11:40:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:16:52.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hà um momento na educaçao de cada pessoa em que ela chega a conclusao que a inveja é ignorancia, que a imitaçao é suicidio; que ela deve se assumir por bem ou por mal como a sua porçao; que embora o vasto universo seja pleno de coisas maravilhosas, nenhum grao de nutritivo milho pode lhe chegar senao através de sua labuta naquele pedaço de terra que lhe é dado pra cultivar. O poder que reside nela é novo na natureza, e ninguem mas somente ela sabe o que é que deve fazer, nem ela mesmo sabe até que tenha tentado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trecho de "Self-Reliance" (Auto-Confiança) de Ralph Waldo Emerson, traduzido por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4j785oZyiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gZaTsKxA2TY/s1600-h/39037236_39eb54b657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442877173358250530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4j785oZyiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gZaTsKxA2TY/s320/39037236_39eb54b657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-786185950988795068?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/786185950988795068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=786185950988795068' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/786185950988795068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/786185950988795068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/03/emerson.html' title='Emerson'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4j785oZyiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gZaTsKxA2TY/s72-c/39037236_39eb54b657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-7138827918417195981</id><published>2010-02-26T10:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:18:38.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrosamba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Paulo Bellinati e Monica Salmaso se unem na realizaçao de um projeto dedicado aos Afrosambas de Baden Powell e Vinicius de Moraes: beleza ao quadrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vwNDZrEQs8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/7138827918417195981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_26.html' title='Afrosamba'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-33949521618095062</id><published>2010-02-25T08:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:19:29.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto Agua de Coco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;O Jardim seja Aqui Agora.&lt;br /&gt;A Beleza seja pura, seja plena,&lt;br /&gt;seja natural, seja artistica,&lt;br /&gt;seja a expressao da liberdade de Ser,&lt;br /&gt;de existir, de exprimir o que se è&lt;br /&gt;na mais justa igualdade de direitos e deveres,&lt;br /&gt;democracia fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;A Paz seja o principio, o meio e o fim&lt;br /&gt;de todos os conflitos, de todos os atritos,&lt;br /&gt;de todos os bem ou mal ditos.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo desarmamento de todas as forças,&lt;br /&gt;de todos os exercitos e instituiçoes.&lt;br /&gt;Militarismo, Nao!&lt;br /&gt;Violencia, Nao!&lt;br /&gt;Cooperaçao, Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Luiz Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-33949521618095062?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-6781825595896926849</id><published>2010-02-24T12:48:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:21:29.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Grande Sertao: Veredas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4UfpxhRtEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JY293njDt2g/s1600-h/Sertao_paraibano_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441790527275119682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4UfpxhRtEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JY293njDt2g/s200/Sertao_paraibano_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4Ue3yTO4wI/AAAAAAAAATs/KJ1xqS4Uecs/s1600-h/Sertao_paraibano_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enviado por Catharina Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;" Todos estão loucos, neste mundo? Porque a cabeça da gente é uma só, e as coisas que há e que estão para haver são demais de muitas, muito maiores diferentes, e a gente tem de necessitar de aumentar a cabeça para o total. Todos os sucedidos acontecendo, o sentir forte da gente - o que produz os ventos. Só se pode viver perto do outro, e conhecer outra pessoa, sem perigo de ódio, se a gente tem amor. Qualquer amor já é um pouquinho de saúde, um descanso na loucura."&lt;br /&gt;" Viver é muito perigoso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Como não ter Deus?! Com Deus existindo, tudo dá esperança: sempre um milagre é possível, o mundo se resolve. Mas, se não tem Deus, há-de a gente perdidos no vai-vem, e a vida é burra. É o aberto perigo das grandes e pequenas horas, não se podendo facilitar - é todos contra os acasos. Tendo Deus, é menos grave se descuidar um pouquinho, pois no fim dá certo. Mas, se não tem Deus, então a gente não tem licença de coisa nenhuma!" (Riobaldo e Diadorim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O correr da vida embrulha tudo, a vida é assim: esquenta e esfria, aperta e daí afrouxa, sossega e depois desinquieta. O que ela quer da gente é coragem. O que Deus quer é ver a gente aprendendo a ser capaz de ficar alegre a mais, no meio da alegria, e inda mais alegre ainda no meio da tristeza! Só assim de repente, na horinha em que se quer, de propósito - por coragem."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;João Guimarães Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Grande Sertão Veredas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que em 2010, as bençãos dos Céus chovam em todas as hortas,&lt;br /&gt;Catharina Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-6781825595896926849?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6781825595896926849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=6781825595896926849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/6781825595896926849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/6781825595896926849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/02/grande-grande-sertao-veredas.html' title='Grande Grande Sertao: Veredas!'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4UfpxhRtEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JY293njDt2g/s72-c/Sertao_paraibano_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-1271398786856446164</id><published>2010-02-13T03:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:22:49.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrando Fon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S3YIrQ_WqRI/AAAAAAAAARw/3g2jWdyg4oM/s1600-h/Fon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437543139484543250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S3YIrQ_WqRI/AAAAAAAAARw/3g2jWdyg4oM/s400/Fon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chico Lira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Conheci Fon numa festa na casa de Meira Pires. O ano exato eu não lembro. Lembro daquele rapaz (não tínhamos 18 anos ainda) de voz calma, clara e com um sotaque diferente, como se não fosse nordestino. Fon era magro, parecia mais alto (nem um e oitenta) e usava cabelos compridos (uma juba ondulada), óculos com aros redondos, lentes grossas e esverdeadas. A barba era rala e o bigode quase não tinha. O que ele tinha era um jeito amigável, fazendo perguntas pra ser atencioso com quem conversava: “Você nasceu em Natal?”. Ele puxava o papo. Dias depois passou na minha calçada. Chamou-me atenção como caminhava: passos largos, ligeiros (nem 30 anos depois eu conseguia acompanhá-lo: “Vamos lá, Matéria”). Seu andar era firme e determinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apresentaram Fon (acho que Sara Mires Pires) eu já conhecia seu irmão mais novo, Lola, das corridas noturnas de carros de cocão (rolimãs) no calçadão da AABB (minha amizade com Eustachio veio depois). Fon me conheceu como “Neném”, mas sempre me chamou de Lira por influência dos nossos amigos (Fankiko? Zezito? Gurgel, talvez). Sinto não ter andado naqueles tempos com os irmãos do descoladíssimo conjunto de rock “Vândalos”, mas não era difícil encontrá-los em Natal. Obrigatoriamente estávamos em todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida era tão boa que o tempo voou. Tudo foi mudando. Crescemos e logo depois dos 20 anos casando... e se separando. Menos Fon com Cathy. Em 1978, eu ainda casado no primeiro, encontrei Fon (abastecendo no Posto da Pitombeira) e surgiu um convite para irmos à sua casa da Candelária. Fomos mais de uma vez. Recordo Afonsinho, com dois anos, brincando com Fernanda, minha filha, com um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos meses depois e eles se mudaram pro Tirol. Lembro que nessa época Fon passou uma temporada de trabalho no Rio de Janeiro. E quando retornou, os nossos contatos foram tão freqüentes que resultou na produção de “Revolta dos Peixes”, três shows de Lola e banda (era uma de Mossoró, com Kadna Cordeiro, irmã de Cathy na flauta), no Teatro Alberto Maranhão, em fevereiro de 1980. Tudo correu bem com a produção e os shows, mas a “nossa” Mar Grande Produções Artísticas nem chegou a abrir firma. Eu me mudei pro Rio e Fon foi morar na badalada casa da Praia dos Artistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rio, me encontrava com Lola, que também se mudara pra lá, mas perdi o contato com Fon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1984, encontrei-o morando em São Paulo. Tomamos umas e outras na noite do Bixiga e dali em diante foram anos de intercâmbio Sampa-Praia Grande. Nossas “reuniões de cúpula” (como ele chamava) serviam para matarmos saudades de Natal e dos amigos: “Sabe quem ficou rico?” “Sabe quem pirou?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fon era caseiro. O evento precisava ser muito bom para tirá-lo da toca. Tinha uma vida familiar feliz, e sabia como poucos deixar os seus convidados à vontade. Ele amava o próximo ao se modo: sem grandes demonstrações. E quem conviveu com Fon, principalmente seus familiares, conheceu sua enorme generosidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1994, eu pedi a Fon que ele viesse ao litoral para entrevistar o cantor Tim Maia, juntamente comigo e o jornalista Edgar Dall’Acqua. Veio e sofreu com sua calça de veludo em pleno verão. Mas foi ele quem nos salvou quando o irreverente entrevistado resolveu só falar em inglês. Tim Maia podia até vir em outras línguas, porque Fon, além de uma vasta cultura, era poliglota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando, em 2007, ele foi baleado num assalto em seu escritório da Unicef, só soube meses depois. Foi quando trocamos alguns e-mails, mas logo ele adoeceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui vê-lo uma semana antes de nos deixar na saudade. Estava com sua dedicada e incansável Cathy ao lado. Abracei Afonsinho e Gabriel (seu querido caçula “Gabilunga”). Abracei Eustachio e Lola. Cantamos pra Fon no quarto transformado em UTI. Ali, senti que só um milagre. Mas também senti que Fon já era imortal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-1271398786856446164?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1271398786856446164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=1271398786856446164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1271398786856446164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1271398786856446164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/02/chico-lira-conheci-fon-numa-festa-na.html' title='Lembrando Fon'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S3YIrQ_WqRI/AAAAAAAAARw/3g2jWdyg4oM/s72-c/Fon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-5399119818350847152</id><published>2010-02-01T09:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:23:49.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginar, jà é contribuir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem sabe, a gente chega la daqui a uns 500 anos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3T8xr274q8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3T8xr274q8&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-5399119818350847152?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5399119818350847152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=5399119818350847152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/5399119818350847152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/5399119818350847152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2010/02/imaginar-ja-e-contribuir.html' title='Imaginar, jà é contribuir.'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-6431042625352749718</id><published>2009-12-25T13:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:24:41.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Rir muito e com frequencia,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar o respeito de pessoas inteligentes e o afeto das crianças,&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar a estima de criticos honestos e resistir a traiçao de falsos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Apreciar a beleza, encontrar o melhor nos outros, deixar o mundo um pouco melhor, seja por uma criança sadia, um canteiro de flores...&lt;br /&gt;Saber que mesmo uma unica vida respirou melhor porque voce viveu, isto é ter sido bem sucedido!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-6431042625352749718?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/6431042625352749718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=6431042625352749718' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/6431042625352749718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/6431042625352749718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/12/emerson.html' title='Emerson'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-8753027293114024048</id><published>2009-11-24T00:58:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:26:02.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O decrescimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzUN9V1Eb-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/02ZQV9CgDgU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419253074093174754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzUN9V1Eb-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/02ZQV9CgDgU/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;decrescimento é elogio do ocio, do lento e da duraçao; respeito ao passado; conciencia que nao existe progresso sem conservaçao; indiferença as modas a ao efemero; atingir a sabedoria da tradiçao; nao identificar o novo com o melhor, o velho com o ultrapassado, o progresso com uma sequencia de fragmentos, a conservaçao com o fechamento mental; nao chamar consumidores os que adquirem, porque o objetivo da aquisiçao nao é o consumo mas o uso; distinguir a qualidade da quantidade; desejar o regozijo e nao o divertimento; valorizar a dimensao espiritual e afetiva; colaborar ao inves de competir; substituir o fazer finalizado a fazer sempre mais com um fazer bem feito finalizado a contemplaçao.&lt;br /&gt;O decrescimento é a possibilidade de realizar um novo Renascimento, que libere as pessoas do papel de instrumentos do crescimento economico e recoloque a economia no seu papel de gestao da casa comum a todas as especies viventes de modo que todos os seus inquilinos possam vivela melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La decrescita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La decrescita è elogio dell’ozio, della lentezza e della durata; rispetto del passato; consapevolezza che non c’è progresso senza conservazione; indifferenza alle mode e all’effimero; attingere al sapere della tradizione; non identificare il nuovo col meglio, il vecchio col sorpassato, il progresso con una sequenza di cesure, la conservazione con la chiusura mentale; non chiamare consumatori gli acquirenti, perché lo scopo dell’acquistare non è il consumo ma l’uso; distinguere la qualità dalla quantità; desiderare la gioia e non il divertimento; valorizzare la dimensione spirituale e affettiva; collaborare invece di competere; sostituire il fare finalizzato a fare sempre di più con un fare bene finalizzato alla contemplazione. La decrescita è la possibilità di realizzare un nuovo Rinascimento, che liberi le persone dal ruolo di strumenti della crescita economica e ri-collochi l’economia nel suo ruolo di gestione della casa comune a tutte le specie viventi in modo che tutti i suoi inquilini possano viverci al meglio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maurizio Pallante&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/7730103352559548342-8753027293114024048?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8753027293114024048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=8753027293114024048' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8753027293114024048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8753027293114024048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-decrescimento.html' title='O decrescimento'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzUN9V1Eb-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/02ZQV9CgDgU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-1220105725901291204</id><published>2009-09-18T01:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:27:19.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BZ4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;BZ4tet è o meu grupo de musica instrumental brasileira, neste video, tocando uma composiçao de Paulo Bellinati; "Choro Sapeca".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mladBzkDko&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mladBzkDko&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-1220105725901291204?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1220105725901291204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=1220105725901291204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1220105725901291204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1220105725901291204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww_18.html' title='BZ4'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-1018244850325550034</id><published>2009-09-08T11:00:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:28:55.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente E' Pra Brilhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Esplendida cançao de Caetano Veloso do final dos anos 70, "covered" com graça por Roberta Sá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h4tEUJsQHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h4tEUJsQHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-1018244850325550034?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/1018244850325550034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=1018244850325550034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1018244850325550034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/1018244850325550034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/09/gente-e-pra-brilhar.html' title='Gente E&apos; Pra Brilhar'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-8013621188827429423</id><published>2009-08-28T18:59:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:30:22.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Return To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nosso medo mais profundo nao é que sejamos inadequados. Nosso medo mais profundo é que sejamos fortes alem da medida. E' a nossa luz, nao a nossa escuridao que mais nos apavora. Perguntamos a nòs mesmos, Quem sou eu para ser brilhante, magnifico, talentoso, fabuloso? Na verdade, quem sou eu para nao se-lo? Voce é um filho de Deus. O seu joguinho curto nao contribui ao mundo. Nao ha nada de iluminante em se retrair para que as outras pessoas em torno a voce nao se sintam inseguras. Todos nòs fomos feitos para brilhar, como fazem as crianças. Nascemos para manifestar a gloria de Deus que està dentro de nòs. Nao é apenas em alguns de nòs; é em cada um de nòs. Na medida em que deixamos a nossa propria luz brilhar, inconcientemente permitimos às outras pessoas de fazer a mesma coisa. Na medida em que somos liberados de nosso proprio medo, nossa presença automaticamente libera outros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Marianne Williamson, A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4kCfUsavqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/17nOKQJQJ04/s1600-h/photography-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442884361808166562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4kCfUsavqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/17nOKQJQJ04/s400/photography-1.jpg" /&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/7730103352559548342-8013621188827429423?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/8013621188827429423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=8013621188827429423' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8013621188827429423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8013621188827429423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/08/return-to-love.html' title='A Return To Love'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/S4kCfUsavqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/17nOKQJQJ04/s72-c/photography-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-7869530731872935057</id><published>2009-08-24T06:42:00.037+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:31:55.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Sol E' Voce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT766lPVII/AAAAAAAAAPw/9H1EViaVKuI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT766lPVII/AAAAAAAAAPw/9H1EViaVKuI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419233241209984130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Letra de uma das cançoes do meu album "Realidade Real" (2002). No link a seguir da pra escutar uma parte da gravaçao. &lt;a href="http://www.luizlima.org/disco/realidade.html"&gt;http://www.luizlima.org/disco/realidade.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Te chamo,&lt;br /&gt;Nao vejo ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;Espero,&lt;br /&gt;Tento lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi?&lt;br /&gt;Serà mais além?&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai me dizer?&lt;br /&gt;O que é?&lt;br /&gt;O que tem de ser?&lt;br /&gt;O meu sol é voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Agora é voce,&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora,&lt;br /&gt;Na discussao.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nao para,&lt;br /&gt;Nao espera sinal,&lt;br /&gt;Corre,&lt;br /&gt;Sem direçao.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Nao hà soluçao,&lt;br /&gt;O meu céu é voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero mais deixar voce sumir da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero o medo&lt;br /&gt;Vou saber o modo de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir voce na pele&lt;br /&gt;O sol da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais o ceu da terra&lt;br /&gt;O brilho no olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzitalia.net/recensioni/realidadereal.asp"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.jazzitalia.net/recensioni/realidadereal.asp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luizlima.org/disco/realidade.html"&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/7730103352559548342-7869530731872935057?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/7869530731872935057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=7869530731872935057' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/7869530731872935057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/7869530731872935057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-meu-sol-e-voce.html' title='O Meu Sol E&apos; Voce'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT766lPVII/AAAAAAAAAPw/9H1EViaVKuI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-693525813299734774</id><published>2009-07-04T22:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:33:14.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado a Fon (11/02/1952 - 03/07/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Extraordinaria versao mais "bluesistica" desta obra prima do Bob Dylan contemporaneo, originalmente lançada no disco "Love and Theft" de 2001. As legendas com a traduçao em espanhol da letra sao um adianto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:440px;height:272px"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Mississippi - Bob Dylan / Tell Tale Signs: The Bootleg Series Vo" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1810586/mississippi_bob_dylan_tell_tale_signs_the_bootleg_series_vo.swf" width="440" height="272" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_1810586" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1810586/mississippi_bob_dylan_tell_tale_signs_the_bootleg_series_vo/"&gt;Mississippi - Bob Dylan / Tell Tale Signs: The Bootleg Series Vo&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Watch more funny videos here&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/7730103352559548342-693525813299734774?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/693525813299734774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=693525813299734774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/693525813299734774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/693525813299734774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/07/dedicado-fon-11021952-03072009.html' title='Dedicado a Fon (11/02/1952 - 03/07/2009)'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-3926453160051225851</id><published>2009-05-21T00:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:34:21.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best American Folk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desde o lançamento de "Solitude Standing" em 1987, o seu segundo album, que contem "Luka" e "Gipsy", entre outras òtimas cançoes, Suzanne Vega permanece como uma das mais distintivas expressoes da musica folk americana contemporanea. Esta "New York Is A Woman", do seu ultimo disco "On Beauty &amp;amp; Crime" (2007), é mais uma pérola em sua coleçao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ4bFartWB0&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ4bFartWB0&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7730103352559548342-3926453160051225851?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/3926453160051225851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=3926453160051225851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3926453160051225851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/3926453160051225851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_21.html' title='Best American Folk'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-4498050630303019086</id><published>2009-05-09T22:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:35:09.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nova Voz do Jazz Brasileiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Luciana Souza é provavelmente, a esta altura, a cantora brasileira de maior prestigio no contexto internacional e "jazzistico" da musica, MPB ou nao. Filha de musicos - seu pai participou, junto com Joao Gilberto e Tom Jobim, da primeira gravaçao de "Chega De Saudade", feita por Elizeth Cardoso, pouco antes que Joao Gilberto fizesse a sua versao dessa musica e que marcaria o inicio da "Bossa Nova" - Luciana hà varios anos vive nos Estados Unidos, onde formou-se na famosa Berklee College of Music em Boston. Alem de um extraordinario talento, ela se distingue sobretudo por uma competencia tecnica/expressiva a toda prova. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xaeo-Rrrs3Y&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xaeo-Rrrs3Y&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-4498050630303019086?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/4498050630303019086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=4498050630303019086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/4498050630303019086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/4498050630303019086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='A Nova Voz do Jazz Brasileiro'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-8715526157592766607</id><published>2009-04-23T11:50:00.025+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:36:41.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT8hSc_WCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dYzXtB9ZNQE/s1600-h/simbolorealidadereal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 68px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT8hSc_WCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dYzXtB9ZNQE/s400/simbolorealidadereal.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419233900452861986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Letra da cançao que dà titulo ao meu album "Realidade Real", de 2002. Os versos que pra mim sintetizam melhor o "conceito" sao: Realidade Real é quando o sonho é a pura visao: o amor està para o medo, como a luz para a escuridao. No link abaixo da pra escutar uma parte da gravaçao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jazzitalia.net/recensioni/realidadereal.asp"&gt;http://www.jazzitalia.net/recensioni/realidadereal.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade Real é quando amor = paixao,&lt;br /&gt;onde termina a dor,&lt;br /&gt;é o fim da ilusao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade real é quando a paz = perdao,&lt;br /&gt;onde começa o prazer,&lt;br /&gt;o inicio da uniao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada tao bem,&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor pode ser,&lt;br /&gt;Ser, estar no tempo infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Como nao sei,&lt;br /&gt;Nem importa saber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' o que é,&lt;br /&gt;E' o que hà,&lt;br /&gt;E' o que foi,&lt;br /&gt;O que serà,&lt;br /&gt;Realidade Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' ter, é ter. é ter na mente&lt;br /&gt;E' ter, é ter. é ter na luz&lt;br /&gt;E' ter, é ter. é ter, eternamente&lt;br /&gt;E' ter, é ter. é ter, eterna luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade Real é 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cultural na Cidade do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://overmundo.com.br/overblog/desbunde-cultural-na-cidade-do-sol"&gt;http://overmundo.com.br/overblog/desbunde-cultural-na-cidade-do-sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/Sp9DRgDRtSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z2uoPttETE4/s1600-h/print465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377090448044176674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/Sp9DRgDRtSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z2uoPttETE4/s400/print465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=8290203764570529493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8290203764570529493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/8290203764570529493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-nos-anos-70_30.html' title='Desbunde cultural na Cidade do Sol'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/Sp9DRgDRtSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z2uoPttETE4/s72-c/print465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-2546508040752191397</id><published>2008-12-02T10:58:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:33:33.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Blues caiu no Samba (e o Samba ficou azul)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTwimL_BEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2N3pAIpjz8s/s1600-h/pixinguinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419220728790582338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTwimL_BEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2N3pAIpjz8s/s400/pixinguinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que teria acontecido naquele periodo da historia - final do seculo XIX e primeiras décadas do século XX - se, invertendo-se os dados, Charlie Patton, Blind Lemmon Jefferson, Son House, Leroy Carr e Robert Johnson tivessem nascido e crescido no Brasil, enquanto que, por outro lado, Joao da Baiana, Donga, Pixinguinha, Sinho e Heitor dos Prazeres tivessem nascido e crescido nos Estados Unidos da América?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao requer tanto esforço de imaginaçao para se supor que, em virtude dos dotes artisticos dos ilustres senhores, da comum ascendencia africana e respectivo patrimonio genético-cultural, além da condiçao social à qual estavam necessariamente vinculados no continente americano, do norte ao sul, enquanto raça descriminada, hà algumas décadas apenas liberada da escravidao, com toda probabilidade, os cinco primeiros teriam se tornado sambistas, pioneiros do genero de maior peso na formaçao da identidade musical brasileira: o Samba, enquantio que os outros cinco, por sua vez, teriam se tornado &lt;em&gt;bluesmen, &lt;/em&gt;analogamente, inventores do genero que constitui a raiz mais original e determinante da identidade musical norte-americana (estadonidense): o Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto provavelmente teria acontecido, a menos que tivessem sido os ingleses a colonizar o Brasil e vice-versa, os portugueses os Estados Unidos, e mesmo assim, talvez fosse ainda necessario que, por obra de alguma estripulia do eixo da terra, tivesse sido totalmente invertida a geografia do nosso planeta, cosiderando a importante influencia de fatores climaticos no desenvolvimento de uma cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, é claro que é o contexto cultural, com toda a sua complexidade de fatores; ecologico, socio-politico, economico e no caso especifico da musica, especialmente no periodo historico em questao, do fator religioso, sobretudo aquele relacionado a religiao oficial, a condicionar o produto cultural de uma sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estratagema proposto acima deve servir apenas para ilustrar o tema de um interessante paralelo que se pode traçar entre o Samba e o Blues, como jà mencionado, respectivamente as matrizes mais basicas e fundamentais das identidades musicais brasileiras e americanas, duas culturas que, pelas suas imponentes dimensoes, nao apenas territoriais, mas principalmente em relaçao a diversidade de elementos e caracteristicas de formaçao (com tanto de melting pot), inegavelmente foram pela maior parte do século XX - e continuam a ser - as culturas musicais que maior influencia tem exercido no mundo moderno, numa época caracterizada pela progressiva fusao e interaçao cultural (musica popular e musica erudita, por exemplo), em consequencia do desenvolvimento dos meios de comunicaçao, particularmente do advento da industria fonografica, do radio, da televisao e da internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora analogos em tantos aspectos, como, em ùltima analise, podem ser analogas as historias do Brasil e dos Estados Unidos, o Samba e o Blues na realidade se distiguem por elementos musicais um tanto diferentes. O Samba é acima de tudo um ritmo, enquanto que o Blues é principalmente um fato melodico, uma harmonia, na concepçao pitagorica do termo. De fato, originalmente nao se pode identificar uma linguagem melodica ou harmonica (entendida como acordes) no Samba tao bem definida quanto no Blues, que chegou a produzir uma escala inédita (em relaçao à cultura musical de tradiçao europeia), caracterizada pelo inconfundivel efeito da "blue note".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra caracteristica distintiva no Blues é a progressao de acordes, perfeitamente inserida na concepçao tonal da tradiçao europeia - as areas harmonicas de dominante e subdominante gravitando em torno a um centro tonal - porem com a diferença marcante de uma constante tensao produzida pelo uso generalizado do acorde de setima da dominante em todas as tres areas harmonicas, ou seja, um efeito de tensao que permanece mesmo no estado de repouso do acorde de tonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses traços fortemente distintivos do Blues, fazem com que a sua impressao seja facilmente reconhecida onde quer que venham a ser adotados, qualquer que seja o ritmo ou o genero de musica em questao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Samba, cujo principal elemento distintivo é o ritmo, no plano melodico/harmonico, assim como o Blues, tambem inicia o seu desenvolvimento a partir da assimilaçao dos componentes rudimentares da tradiçao musical europeia - no caso do Brasil, através de sua variante predominantemente lusitana - mas, à parte o ritmo, o Samba nao chegou a produzir algo tao distintivo quanto o Blues. Por outro lado, a complexidade ritmica que dele pode ser derivada, eventualmente permitirà que uma verdadeira linguagem ritmica/melodica/harmonica se desenvolva e que restarà como traço definitivo da identidade musical brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o seu nascimento, nas primeiras décadas do século XX, o Samba flertou com os novos ingredientes harmonicos e melodicos oriundos do Blues, num processo gradual de interaçao mais ou menos bilateral, naturalmente de acordo com os diversos momentos da conjuntura historica e social. A questao chegou a ser discutida em letra de musica, como no caso de "Chiclete com Banana", de Gordurinha e Almira Castilho, lançada por Jackson do Pandeiro na década de 1950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E', porem, no momento sucessivo da historia, por volta da segunda metade do século XX, quando o samba se funde definitivamente ao Jazz (derivado do Blues), assimilando organicamente formas e estruturas, dando origem ao que se convencionou chamar Bossa Nova, que se desenvolve propriamente uma linguagem melodica e harmonica com caracteristicas originais brasileiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alem das &lt;em&gt;blue notes &lt;/em&gt;e acordes de sétima da dominante (tipicos do Blues), outras notas de tensao ou alteradas entram nas melodias (Se voce disser que eu desafino amor...), harmonizadas adequadamente, com tanto de tensao e alteraçao, tudo isto mesclado à caracteristica complexidade ritmica do Samba, àquela altura promovido a genero de unidade nacional, vetor de uma rica ancestralidade e do enorme patrimonio folclorico gerado pelas diversas regioes brasileiras, onde entra com peso especial o Nordeste do pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa perspectiva de criaçao de uma identidade musical brasileira, unificada, palpavel e contemporanea, fundamental é o legado de Heitor Villa-Lobos, uma especie de chave para se penetrar em profundidade na Terra Brasilis. Esta chave serà essencial no desenvolvimento do trabalho de Antonio Carlos "Tom" Jobim, apenas para citar aqui o musico compositor, que, com a sua obra deixarà definitivamente impresso o selo da modernidade na musica brasileira, conferindo-lhe um de seus traços mais distintivos, que a lançarà na linha de frente do "mercado" da aldeia global e que tambem, afinal, levou o Blues (através de sua descendencia mais evoluida, o Jazz) a cair no Samba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Texto que escrevi sob solicitaçao do amigo poeta de Natal, Carlos Gurgel, para a revista BROUHAHA da Fundaçao Capitania das Artes (Natal, RN), publicado na ediçao de Abril/Junho de 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-2546508040752191397?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/2546508040752191397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=2546508040752191397' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/2546508040752191397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/2546508040752191397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-blues-caiu-no-samba-e-o-samba-ficou.html' title='O Blues caiu no Samba (e o Samba ficou azul)'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTwimL_BEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2N3pAIpjz8s/s72-c/pixinguinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-1261159488332289345</id><published>2008-09-23T06:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:11:34.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditaçao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTyMTg2GHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bIX7wYPZSDU/s1600-h/faggio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419222544843937906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTyMTg2GHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bIX7wYPZSDU/s400/faggio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hermann Hess é uma referencia fundamental para muitos de minha geraçao (adolecencia entre os anos 1960 e 70). Li varios de seus livros, entre os quais, a essencial trilogia "Demian", "Sidharta" e "O Lobo da estepe", alem de "Narciso e Boccadoro", magnificas narrativas que reportam em diferentes estagios e contextos a tematica primordial, caracteristica mais palpavel na obra deste genial escritor: a tensao carne x espirito, instinto x cultura, numa perspectiva de forte inspiraçao no controverso super-homem (Dioniso x Apolo) de Nietzsche, um de seus principais maestros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A poesia a seguir, entitulada "Meditaçao", foi escrita por HH em torno a 1933, portanto, depois de todos os romances citados acima. E' uma minha traduçao do texto em italiano (nao leio nem falo alemao).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Divino e eterno é o espirito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na direçao dele, do qual somos imagem e instrumento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;segue o nosso caminho; o nosso mais profundo ardente desejo é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tornarmos-nos como ele, nos transmutar na sua luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas somos terrestres e mortais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sobre nòs criaturas a inercia carrega o peso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A natureza, é verdade, nos seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;com a sua beleza e o seu calor materno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a terra nos aleita, nos acalenta no berço e no caixao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nos convida a ficar aqui em baixo entre as suas flores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mas a natureza nao nos satisfaz plenamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o lume premonitorio do espirito imortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;atravessa o seu encanto materno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;paternalmente, faz da criança um adulto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;extingue a inocencia, nos desperta à luta, à consciencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Assim entre mae e pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entre corpo e espirito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oscila o filho mais fragil da criaçao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;trépida alma humana, capaz de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;como nenhum outro ser no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e capaz da coisa mais elevada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o amor na fé e na esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arduo é o seu caminho, culpa e morte sao o seu alimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amiude se adentra nas trevas, amiude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;seria melhor que nao tivesse nascido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas sempre resplandece sobre ele a sua missao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o seu destino: a luz, o espirito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nòs sentimos: ele, o vulneravel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é amado pelo Eterno com amor especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por isso a nòs, irmaos no erro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o amor é possivel mesmo na discordia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nao a condenaçao, nao o odio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mas o amor paciente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a paciencia amorosa nos conduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mais proximos à sagrada meta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-1261159488332289345?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzTyMTg2GHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bIX7wYPZSDU/s72-c/faggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-5244117000909054297</id><published>2008-09-22T06:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:28:37.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Graves, medios e agudos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Justo ou por engano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ha um preço que me cobram o pagamento.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal sou eu o responsavel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;como se fosse um presidente da republica.&lt;br /&gt;Faço o que posso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;eu de carne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;e ouço.&lt;br /&gt;Compositor e arranjador de sonhos e sons&lt;br /&gt;Em busca da realidade real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-5244117000909054297?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/5244117000909054297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=5244117000909054297' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/5244117000909054297'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT194YQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MTj9pnuPtnQ/s1600-h/300px-Burning-cross2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419226695088535490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT194YQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MTj9pnuPtnQ/s400/300px-Burning-cross2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chama-se, ainda hoje, raça caucasiana, a minoria branca que ocupa o vertice das hierarquias humanas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi batizada assim em 1775 por Johann Friedrich Blumenbach.&lt;br /&gt;Este zoologo acreditava que o Caucaso fosse o berço da humanidade, e que de là proviessem a inteligencia e a beleza. Ainda hoje se continua a usar o termo, apesar de todas as provas contrarias.&lt;br /&gt;Blumenbach tinha reunido duzentos e quarenta e cinco cranios que fundaram o direito dos europeus de humilharem os outros.&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade formava uma piramide de cinco andares.&lt;br /&gt;Em cima, os brancos.&lt;br /&gt;A pureza original tinha sido danificada, nos andares de baixo, pelas raças de pele suja:&lt;br /&gt;os nativos australianos, os indios americanos, os amarelos asiaticos. E embaixo de todos, deformados dentro e fora, haviam os negros africanos.&lt;br /&gt;A Ciencia sempre colocou os negros no porao.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1863, a Sociedade Antropologica de Londres chegou à conclusao segundo a qual os negros eram intelectualmente inferiores aos brancos, e que sò os europeus tinham a capacidade de lhes "humanizar" e "civilizar". A Europa consagrou suas melhores energias à esta nobre missao mas nao teve sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Quase um seculo e meio depois, no ano 2007, o estadunidense James Watson, Premio Nobel de Medicina, afirmou que é cientificamente provado que os negros continuam a ser menos inteligentes que os brancos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro "Specchi - La vera storia del mondo" de Eduardo Galeano&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/7730103352559548342-7182425104968466100?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/7182425104968466100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=7182425104968466100' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/7182425104968466100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/7182425104968466100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/fundaao-cientifica-do-racismo.html' title='A Fundaçao cientifica do racismo'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SzT194YQ98I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MTj9pnuPtnQ/s72-c/300px-Burning-cross2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-4296776560632473741</id><published>2008-09-15T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:33:07.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fundaçao do Inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Igreja catolica inventou o Inferno e imventou tambem o Diabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Velho Testamento nao mencionava aquela grelha perpetua , nem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comparecia em suas paginas este monstro que fede a enxofre, usa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o tridente, tem chifres e rabo, unhas compridas, patas de bode e asas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dragao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas a Igreja se perguntou: O que serà da recompensa sem o castigo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que serà da obediencia sem o medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se perguntou: O que serà de Deus sem o Diabo? O que serà do Bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sem o Mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a Igreja constatou que a ameaça do Inferno é mais eficaz do que a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;promessa do Ceu, e desde entao os seus doutores e santos padres nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aterrorizam anunciando o suplicio do fogo nos abismos onde reina o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Satanaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No ano 2007, o Papa Bento XVI confirmou: "O Inferno existe. E é eterno".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do livro "Specchi - La vera storia del mondo" de Eduardo Galeano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730103352559548342-4296776560632473741?l=unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/feeds/4296776560632473741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730103352559548342&amp;postID=4296776560632473741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/4296776560632473741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730103352559548342/posts/default/4296776560632473741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unseunhaseoutras.blogspot.com/2008/09/fundaao-do-inferno-igreja-catolica.html' title='A Fundaçao do Inferno'/><author><name>Luiz Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08754520863923283170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9X11HBGJ0M/SMeO4neNcpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TsGNdX-hWeM/S220/print467.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730103352559548342.post-8593659838253551787</id><published>2008-09-14T15:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:00:40.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aumentar o quociente de felicidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21px; "&gt;+ musica &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;- antibiotico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ poesia - ar condicionado&lt;br /&gt;+ amizade - vicio&lt;br /&gt;+ amor - medo&lt;br /&gt;+ luz - duvida&lt;br /&gt;+ coragem - decadencia&lt;br /&gt;+ paciencia - tristeza&lt;br /&gt;+ natureza - trafico&lt;br /&gt;+ tolerancia - preconceito&lt;br /&gt;+ disponibilidade - afobaçao&lt;br /&gt;+ compreensao - charme&lt;br /&gt;+ atençao - violencia&lt;br /&gt;+ uniao - pressa&lt;br /&gt;+ silencio - solidao&lt;br /&gt;+ confiança - separaçao&lt;br /&gt;+ liberdade - guerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); 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