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VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-7088322964976846405</id><published>2009-08-31T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:23:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa nova (Colecionador de pedras 1)</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Povo lindo, povo inteligente,&lt;br /&gt;fui obrigado a mudar de casa por conta de problemas técnicos,se alguém ainda se interessa pelo meu trabalho acessem pelo: &lt;a href="http://www.colecionadordepedras1.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.colecionadordepedras1.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo a sua visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-7088322964976846405?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/7088322964976846405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=7088322964976846405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/7088322964976846405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/7088322964976846405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/casa-nova-colecionador-de-pedras-1.html' title='Casa nova (Colecionador de 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A FOTÓGRAFA MÔNICA CARDIM QUE ME CONVIDOU DISSE QUE VAI ESTAR LOKO, POIS ARRUMARAM ATÉ UM SALÃO NA COMUNIDADE PARA CABER TODO MUNDO. PUTA EXPECTATIVA.&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO CHEGAR DE LÁ, FALO MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;Que semana mais ou menos, né não? Viva a poesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-7286325752693286349?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/7286325752693286349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=7286325752693286349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/7286325752693286349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/7286325752693286349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/bate-papo-com-jovens-de-osasco.html' title='BATE-PAPO COM JOVENS DE OSASCO'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-4514215561566389990</id><published>2009-08-28T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:33:08.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU RAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O BAGULHO FOI LOKO!&lt;br /&gt;APARECEU MANOS E MINAS DE TODA AS QUEBRADAS.&lt;br /&gt;A FAMÍLIA ESTAVA COMPLETA.&lt;br /&gt;MICHEL E RAQUEL LEVARAM A YAKINE PARA BATIZAR NA POESIA DO RAP.&lt;br /&gt;LOTADAÇO!&lt;br /&gt;A POESIA NÃO PARA.&lt;br /&gt;estou indo para Osasco depois escrevo mai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-4514215561566389990?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/4514215561566389990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=4514215561566389990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4514215561566389990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4514215561566389990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-rap.html' title='SARAU RAP'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-6290468853680736367</id><published>2009-08-28T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:29:46.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU DA COOPERIFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTADO! MARAVILHOSO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem conhece, fexhe os olhos e imagine como foi. Lindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Poesia não para.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-6290468853680736367?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/6290468853680736367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=6290468853680736367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6290468853680736367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6290468853680736367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-da-cooperifa_28.html' title='SARAU DA COOPERIFA'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-3506950362117946129</id><published>2009-08-27T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:34:54.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ESTOU CONSEGUINDO COLOCAR MAIS FOTOS NO BLOG, O GOOGLE DIZ QUE EXCEDI AO LIMITE, E AGORA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-3506950362117946129?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/3506950362117946129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=3506950362117946129' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/3506950362117946129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/3506950362117946129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-2696474667475042441</id><published>2009-08-26T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:55:44.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NESTA QUINTA-FEIRA TEM SARAU RAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAU RAP - Poesia das ruas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 27 agosto (quinta-feira) 20hs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Projeto "Poesia das Ruas" Ritmo e Poesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Projeto Poesia das Ruas é um sarau dirigido a rimadores e rimadorasdo Rap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um espaço para o exercício da criação poética.Sem música, MCs declamarão suas letras, compartilhando talento literário.Iniciativa do poeta Sergio Vaz, o Sarau do Rap é realizado em parceria com a Ação Educativa e acontece toda última quinta-feira do mês.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fundador e coordenador do Sarau da Cooperifa, Vaz, pretende buscar,através da oralidade, um incentivo para a criação poética.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rap é ritmo e poesia (rythman and poetry).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ação Educativa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rua: General Jardim, 660 - Vila Buarque - SP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrada: Gratuita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capacidade de lotação: 200 pessoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-2696474667475042441?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/2696474667475042441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=2696474667475042441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2696474667475042441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2696474667475042441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_26.html' title='NESTA QUINTA-FEIRA TEM SARAU RAP'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-6132700730031909474</id><published>2009-08-26T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:30:21.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Povo lindo, povo inteligente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ontem o sarau da Cooperifa se apresentou na estação Santa Cecília do Metrô, a convite da POIÉSIS, que é quem coordena o projeto. Agradecemos a homenagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um dos saraus mais emocionantes que nós já fizemos dentro destes quase oito anos de poesia na periferia, e olha que nós já rodamos por aí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imaginem vocês que os trabalhadores e trabalhadoras iam saindo dos trens e sendo recebidos com a poesia produzida com o mesmo suor que se lapida o cotidiano deste povo simples e maravilhoso que sustenta este país. Nada mais justo. E se fizermos as contas, foi mais ou menos assim: Poesia + Suor do trabalho = Cooperifa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O mais impressionante que a gente achou que pela correria paulistana ninguém ia se atentar para o sarau, que nada, as pessoas foram parando e curtindo os poemas duros recitados pelos poetas da quebrada. Identificação total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando vejo estas cenas não consigo entender como é que ainda tem gente que fala que o povo odeia ler. A pergunta que não quer calar, se odeia, por que? E ganha com isso? Não é teoria da conspiração, estou há vintes anos trabalhando com poesia na periferia, sei do que estou falando, é teoria da transpiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredito que as pessoas não sabem que gostam, e o o nosso trabalho é justamente este, avisar que "nós gostamos de literatura", e que a literatura não dever ser mais o pão do privilégio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E falando em pão, vai vendo a ironia do destino, nós, os iletrados, os fodidos, os malquistos, os maltrapilhos, os malcoopreendidos, os malnutridos e destentados, é que estava repartindo o trigo que faz o biscoito fino que a massa não come. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem a poesia que chegava aos ouvidos desta massa trabalhadora cumpriu seu papel social, e como diria o poeta ferreira Gullar:"... Só é justo cantar quando o seu canto arrasta consigo pessoas e coisas que não tem voz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um sorriso no rosto e os punhos cerrados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sérgio Vaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vira-lata da literatura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;veja as fotos abaixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-6132700730031909474?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/6132700730031909474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=6132700730031909474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6132700730031909474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6132700730031909474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-da-cooperifa-no-metro_9747.html' title='SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-5068942211269199833</id><published>2009-08-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:08:11.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POESIA + SUOR = COOPERIFA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU-I50V74I/AAAAAAAAKak/UcMTL96_Rsk/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270053016792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU-I50V74I/AAAAAAAAKak/UcMTL96_Rsk/s320/sarau+no+metro+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wésley Nóog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU9tDaM7_I/AAAAAAAAKac/hN9pfdU8Jao/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269574555168754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU9tDaM7_I/AAAAAAAAKac/hN9pfdU8Jao/s320/sarau+no+metro+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Sarau foi no Metrô, mas a festa foi da favela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU9QBcfSSI/AAAAAAAAKaU/keI1laavhsQ/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269075811682594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU9QBcfSSI/AAAAAAAAKaU/keI1laavhsQ/s320/sarau+no+metro+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É festa na favela, quem quiser pode chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU8zTnPCFI/AAAAAAAAKaM/cQEU34f-2dc/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374268582472386642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU8zTnPCFI/AAAAAAAAKaM/cQEU34f-2dc/s320/sarau+no+metro+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma parada para a poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU6BjKWrTI/AAAAAAAAKaE/PSFoJ6FIaow/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265528629505330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU6BjKWrTI/AAAAAAAAKaE/PSFoJ6FIaow/s320/sarau+no+metro+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; estação Cooperifa do metrô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU5kYLWNaI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/6tRFaFkCShE/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265027464672674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU5kYLWNaI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/6tRFaFkCShE/s320/sarau+no+metro+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até quem não é de sambar, sambou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU4-GBoRtI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/G8UtQM_fPUc/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374264369757046482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU4-GBoRtI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/G8UtQM_fPUc/s320/sarau+no+metro+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Catarse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU4OJ76G3I/AAAAAAAAKZs/9oq1OFJyohE/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374263546173070194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU4OJ76G3I/AAAAAAAAKZs/9oq1OFJyohE/s320/sarau+no+metro+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A poesia cumpriu sua função social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU3B7IpT5I/AAAAAAAAKZk/pLJjez8MhkA/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374262236529905554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU3B7IpT5I/AAAAAAAAKZk/pLJjez8MhkA/s320/sarau+no+metro+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wésley Nóog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU2iP8FQII/AAAAAAAAKZc/FpUB1tTfHzU/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374261692358541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU2iP8FQII/AAAAAAAAKZc/FpUB1tTfHzU/s320/sarau+no+metro+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU1pTbuwdI/AAAAAAAAKZU/YHmCvXfnnpY/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374260714044047826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU1pTbuwdI/AAAAAAAAKZU/YHmCvXfnnpY/s320/sarau+no+metro+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cobrador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU0GsLps5I/AAAAAAAAKZM/ynZpGmsA6e8/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374259019880444818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU0GsLps5I/AAAAAAAAKZM/ynZpGmsA6e8/s320/sarau+no+metro+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michel elo da corrente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpUzlyz1JcI/AAAAAAAAKZE/xWjlk7NDJAY/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374258454723896770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpUzlyz1JcI/AAAAAAAAKZE/xWjlk7NDJAY/s320/sarau+no+metro+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ari, poeta que surgiu do trem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-5068942211269199833?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/5068942211269199833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=5068942211269199833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5068942211269199833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5068942211269199833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-da-cooperifa-no-metro_26.html' title='SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpU-I50V74I/AAAAAAAAKak/UcMTL96_Rsk/s72-c/sarau+no+metro+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-8631368603261112423</id><published>2009-08-25T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:55:47.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HOUR POÉTICO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS97vXLEbI/AAAAAAAAKY8/Np1VvQOdgAE/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374129089383436722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS97vXLEbI/AAAAAAAAKY8/Np1VvQOdgAE/s320/sarau+no+metro+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS9W9A6QfI/AAAAAAAAKY0/C57mdunnJ_4/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374128457392996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS9W9A6QfI/AAAAAAAAKY0/C57mdunnJ_4/s320/sarau+no+metro+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricarda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS85BtLtOI/AAAAAAAAKYs/uZjehmbB8wY/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374127943256356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS85BtLtOI/AAAAAAAAKYs/uZjehmbB8wY/s320/sarau+no+metro+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crônica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS8YEKxy2I/AAAAAAAAKYk/DdpmXRYPHQA/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374127376981674850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS8YEKxy2I/AAAAAAAAKYk/DdpmXRYPHQA/s320/sarau+no+metro+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Correria paulistana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS79aReWCI/AAAAAAAAKYc/MW3lqOYvXSY/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126919058872354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS79aReWCI/AAAAAAAAKYc/MW3lqOYvXSY/s320/sarau+no+metro+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois da labuta... poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS7O7urdCI/AAAAAAAAKYU/M9TUaL2c3i8/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126120585884706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS7O7urdCI/AAAAAAAAKYU/M9TUaL2c3i8/s320/sarau+no+metro+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Estação Santa Cecília ficou paralisada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS6sF2jXEI/AAAAAAAAKYM/uBSzBx91Yf4/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374125522007841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS6sF2jXEI/AAAAAAAAKYM/uBSzBx91Yf4/s320/sarau+no+metro+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jairo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS6PR_1m-I/AAAAAAAAKYE/ppEJtjyMgTY/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374125027051805666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS6PR_1m-I/AAAAAAAAKYE/ppEJtjyMgTY/s320/sarau+no+metro+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cris e Rui Mascarenhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS5zNiXpdI/AAAAAAAAKX8/Xmd2u-__pVg/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374124544818128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS5zNiXpdI/AAAAAAAAKX8/Xmd2u-__pVg/s320/sarau+no+metro+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS5Kkd513I/AAAAAAAAKX0/Mu_2S3bzXuw/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374123846598776690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS5Kkd513I/AAAAAAAAKX0/Mu_2S3bzXuw/s320/sarau+no+metro+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porém, poesia com sabor de suor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS4u9iq8aI/AAAAAAAAKXs/e62POoIxVU8/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374123372293321122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS4u9iq8aI/AAAAAAAAKXs/e62POoIxVU8/s320/sarau+no+metro+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lobão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS35DMwnPI/AAAAAAAAKXk/5fDsK5bX3AI/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374122446099094770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS35DMwnPI/AAAAAAAAKXk/5fDsK5bX3AI/s320/sarau+no+metro+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tubarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS3XE1YDiI/AAAAAAAAKXc/x3uJnXozltQ/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374121862422335010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS3XE1YDiI/AAAAAAAAKXc/x3uJnXozltQ/s320/sarau+no+metro+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seu Lourival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS28LuQWWI/AAAAAAAAKXU/LzkMv0fCFlM/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374121400415050082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS28LuQWWI/AAAAAAAAKXU/LzkMv0fCFlM/s320/sarau+no+metro+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS2cMBa-sI/AAAAAAAAKXM/qwa7eHnxaEU/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120850739624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS2cMBa-sI/AAAAAAAAKXM/qwa7eHnxaEU/s320/sarau+no+metro+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS2CQ72MvI/AAAAAAAAKXE/AA5qCX7rdBQ/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374120405381821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS2CQ72MvI/AAAAAAAAKXE/AA5qCX7rdBQ/s320/sarau+no+metro+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy hour poético&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS1pFOrrjI/AAAAAAAAKW8/gxAMG3GRrJU/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374119972742868530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS1pFOrrjI/AAAAAAAAKW8/gxAMG3GRrJU/s320/sarau+no+metro+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSzT6iCP6I/AAAAAAAAKWc/5EnDejCgiE0/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374117410070740898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSzT6iCP6I/AAAAAAAAKWc/5EnDejCgiE0/s320/sarau+no+metro+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSy7FFy0hI/AAAAAAAAKWU/srjf7aCMNdA/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374116983408349714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSy7FFy0hI/AAAAAAAAKWU/srjf7aCMNdA/s320/sarau+no+metro+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSyXxO4HaI/AAAAAAAAKWM/ER-JyyB48E4/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374116376782314914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSyXxO4HaI/AAAAAAAAKWM/ER-JyyB48E4/s320/sarau+no+metro+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rodrigo Ciríaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSyA-474dI/AAAAAAAAKWE/SZBKZA89u0I/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374115985311392210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSyA-474dI/AAAAAAAAKWE/SZBKZA89u0I/s320/sarau+no+metro+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSxqQlqBfI/AAAAAAAAKV8/g-oSW2IofRQ/s1600-h/sarau+no+metro+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374115594925377010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpSxqQlqBfI/AAAAAAAAKV8/g-oSW2IofRQ/s320/sarau+no+metro+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-8631368603261112423?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/8631368603261112423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=8631368603261112423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8631368603261112423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8631368603261112423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-da-cooperifa-no-metro.html' title='SARAU DA COOPERIFA NO METRÔ'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpS97vXLEbI/AAAAAAAAKY8/Np1VvQOdgAE/s72-c/sarau+no+metro+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-4768851000137904635</id><published>2009-08-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:09:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU NO METRÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpP-jgIvXEI/AAAAAAAAKV0/VKAGEqQTPmQ/s1600-h/chuva+de+livros+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373918666258603074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpP-jgIvXEI/AAAAAAAAKV0/VKAGEqQTPmQ/s320/chuva+de+livros+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A POESIA NÃO PARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SARAU DA COOPERIFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje 18hs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estação Santa Cecília do Metrô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SP-SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&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/18358448-4768851000137904635?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/4768851000137904635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=4768851000137904635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4768851000137904635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4768851000137904635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-no-metro_25.html' title='SARAU NO METRÔ'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpP-jgIvXEI/AAAAAAAAKV0/VKAGEqQTPmQ/s72-c/chuva+de+livros+2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-8079431274020964235</id><published>2009-08-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:11:27.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CINEMA NA LAJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMONAL - NINGUÉM SABE O DURO QUE DEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpPuoTET0QI/AAAAAAAAKVs/eJ6knFyZNdY/s1600-h/cinemana+laje+simonal+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373901156463661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpPuoTET0QI/AAAAAAAAKVs/eJ6knFyZNdY/s320/cinemana+laje+simonal+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpPuH7gzfwI/AAAAAAAAKVk/SaOsLoUdXrM/s1600-h/cinemana+laje+simonal+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Povo lindo, povo inteligente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o filme "Simonal - ninguém sabe o duro que dei" causou um impacto tão grande na Cooperifa que as discusssões rolaram até a meia-noite,  e se não manda o povo embora... Foi uma noite chuvosa, mas a casa estava cheia para ver o filme, para participar do debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria agradecer `a Roseli Loturco que organizou o evento, ao Simoninha, à Claudia e ao Rubinho pelo bate-papo esclarescedor sobre o que realmente aconteceu com o Simonal. E o que realmente aconteceu? Veja o filme, ou então, frequente o cinema na laje da Cooperifa. É isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cooperifa= muita luz, pouca camêra e muita ação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A próxima sessão será dia 7 de setembro com uma mostra de cinema nordestino, até lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sérgio Vaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vira-lata da literatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-8079431274020964235?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/8079431274020964235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=8079431274020964235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8079431274020964235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8079431274020964235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/cinema-na-laje.html' title='CINEMA NA LAJE'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpPuoTET0QI/AAAAAAAAKVs/eJ6knFyZNdY/s72-c/cinemana+laje+simonal+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-6186346008395516589</id><published>2009-08-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:38:38.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU NA FUNDAÇÃO CASA - BRÁS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLyut4Zw1I/AAAAAAAAKVc/11wOaPSecI8/s1600-h/topazio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373624189810492242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLyut4Zw1I/AAAAAAAAKVc/11wOaPSecI8/s320/topazio+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se liga nas paredes decoradas com várias poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLyk5Zy7bI/AAAAAAAAKVU/TcpzZNj89dk/s1600-h/topazio+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373624021104651698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLyk5Zy7bI/AAAAAAAAKVU/TcpzZNj89dk/s320/topazio+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helber Ladislau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLybR9RxQI/AAAAAAAAKVI/5NZ1Ky5uB_A/s1600-h/topazio+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373623855897232642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLybR9RxQI/AAAAAAAAKVI/5NZ1Ky5uB_A/s320/topazio+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rodrigo Ciríaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Povo lindo, povo inteligente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quinta-feira passada eu, Helber Ladislau e o Rodrigo Ciríaco fomos fazer um sarau na Fundação Casa-Brás (Unidade Topázio), e como não podia deixar de ser foi uma tarde regada à poesia e respeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já na chegada sentimos a diferença, pois o espaço que nos foi reservado para o sarau estava todo coberto de poesia nas paredes, de vários autores, e uma pá de livros espalhados pelo chão, para dar um axé ao evento. Achei da hora. Primeiro que mostra respeito pela gente, tem lugar que a gente vai que os funcionários nem água levam, se não pedir... E segundo porque faz parte das oficinas de literatura que acontece por lá, e pelo que rolou durante o sarau, da pra ver que vai muito bem, obrigado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começamos o sarau só nós três, mas depois fizemos convite para quem quizesse participar, e cada um que participasse ganharia um dos 15 livros que levamos para presenteá-los. Pois é, não voltou nenhum livro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A participação foi total, até os pedagogos e coordenadores participaram, e se vocês querem saber a verdade, nós acabamos o sarau e ainda tinha gente querendo participar. Foi emocionante. A gente saindo fora e eles levantando a mão dizendo que queriam recitar poesia. Pena que só levamos 15 livros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos eles são nossos convidados para recitarem no sarau da Cooperifa quando estiverem livres no mundão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No final chamei o grito de guerra da Cooperifa: Povo lindo ! Povo inteligente! Eles gritaram tão alto como se quizessem que o mundo inteiro escutasse.  Só não escutou que não quis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Lugar não era ideal, mas o dia foi, e queria agradecer a todos envolvidos, coordenadores e pedagogos, nesta tarde de luta e resistência da literatura. E A Diretora Kelly Fonseca pelo respeito com o nosso trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que no próximo sarau nenhum deles esteja por lá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queriam também que lugares assim não não precisassem existir, só escolas, mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como já disse antes, não sou juiz, sou poeta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sérgio Vaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vira-lata da literatura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-6186346008395516589?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/6186346008395516589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=6186346008395516589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6186346008395516589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/6186346008395516589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-na-fundacao-casa-bras.html' title='SARAU NA FUNDAÇÃO CASA - BRÁS'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLyut4Zw1I/AAAAAAAAKVc/11wOaPSecI8/s72-c/topazio+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-2299997604443579741</id><published>2009-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:52:13.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU NO METRÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A POESIA NÃO PARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLD19qw4nI/AAAAAAAAKVA/Q1ah9pJKm2E/s1600-h/lit10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572637260833394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLD19qw4nI/AAAAAAAAKVA/Q1ah9pJKm2E/s320/lit10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SARAU NO METRÔ SANTA CECÍLIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terça-feira  18hs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã vou apresentar um sarau na estação Santa Cecília, dentro do projeto sarau no Metrô.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem quiser colar comigo é só chegar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vai sair uma van lá do bar do Zé batidão, às 15hs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/18358448-2299997604443579741?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/2299997604443579741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=2299997604443579741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2299997604443579741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2299997604443579741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/sarau-no-metro.html' title='SARAU NO METRÔ'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpLD19qw4nI/AAAAAAAAKVA/Q1ah9pJKm2E/s72-c/lit10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-5535052969382220182</id><published>2009-08-24T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:32:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE TEM  "SIMONAL" NO CINEMA NA LAJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE A LAJE CAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*em caso de chuva ou frio o filme será exibido dentro do bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpKVFnD5toI/AAAAAAAAKU4/3ejsctv2jsA/s1600-h/wilson+simonal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373521229023655554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpKVFnD5toI/AAAAAAAAKU4/3ejsctv2jsA/s320/wilson+simonal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cinema na laje é um espaço criado pela &lt;strong&gt;COOPERIFA&lt;/strong&gt; e que acontece quinzenalmente às segundas-feiras para exibições de documentários e filmes alternativos de todas as partes do Brasil e do mundo, exibidos gratuitamente para a comunidade. Também criado principalmente para dar luz ao cinema produzido pelos jovensda região, e levar cidadania através da sétima arte.O cinema Paradiso da periferia também conta com um lanterninha vestido a caráter para dar um charme especial no projeto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Entrada é franca. A Pipoca é grátis. E a lua sincera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CINEMA NA LAJE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMONAL - Ninguém sabe o duro que dei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De Claudio Manoel, Micael langer e Calvito leal.Após a exibição filme haverá um debate com Simoninha, Armando Antenor, Claudia Costa e Roseli Loturco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 24 de agosto 20hs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laje do Zé Batidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rua Bartolomeu dos Santos, 797 Chácara Santana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zona Sul-SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inf. 5891.7403&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simonal – Ninguém Sabe o Duro que Dei é um documentário que não anistia um dos maiores artistas pop da história da música brasileira, mas emociona. Mostra a história de um negro, pobre, carioca da favela, que passou fome na rua e que, como ele mesmo gostava de comentar sarcasticamente, virou celebridade com medo de morrer crioulo: “meu anjo da guarda certa vez me disse, ou você vai ser alguém na vida ou vai morrer crioulo mesmo”. Ele, Simonal, decidiu conduzir as massas por meio de sua música simples e genial. Como ninguém, Simonal seduzia e mobilizava a platéia. Numa época em que não se produziam grandes shows no Brasil, o artista conduziu e regeu por mais de meia hora o Maracanãzinho lotado com ‘Meu Limão, Meu Limoeiro’. Chegou a fazer cerca de 330 shows por ano no final da década de 60. Simonal brilhou e inovou como poucos. Juntando qualidade, carisma, simpatia, suingue, charme e muito talento, ele se tornou à sensação do Brasil e conquistou o público internacional - chegou a dividir o palco com a diva do jazz norte-americana Sarah Vaughan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dirigido por Claudio Manoel, o Seu Creysson do humorístico global Casseta &amp;amp; Planeta, em parceria com os jovens Micael Langer e Calvito leal, ex-funcionários da Conspiração Filmes, esse documentário excepcional, de 80 minutos de duração, não fornece apenas dados novos sobre a trajetória de erros (ou não?) e a sucessão de abusos (ou não?) que levaram a carreira do grande cantor pop à ruína e ao desespero. Após ser acusado como informante do DOPS, Simonal foi execrado pela opinião pública, por artistas e por intelectuais. De 74 a 95 simplesmente não existia mais Wilson Simonal. O que o jogou à depressão, ao alcoolismo e ostracismo. O filme, ao contrário do que parece, é leve, intenso, musical, colorido, cheio de vida e movimento. Dá a chance de conhecer do início ao fim a carreira deste que é, ao lado de Roberto Carlos, um dos maiores nomes da canção popular brasileira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa de debatedores:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simoninha&lt;/strong&gt;: músico e filho de Wilson Simonal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armando Antenore&lt;/strong&gt;: Jornalista, editor da revista Bravo da Editora Abril&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudia Costa&lt;/strong&gt;: Professora de jornalismo da Faculdade Unisantana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roseli Loturco&lt;/strong&gt;: Jornalista e professora na oficina de jornalismo da ONG Papel Jornal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-5535052969382220182?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/5535052969382220182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=5535052969382220182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5535052969382220182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5535052969382220182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-tem-simonal-no-cinema-na-laje.html' title='HOJE TEM  &quot;SIMONAL&quot; NO CINEMA NA LAJE'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpKVFnD5toI/AAAAAAAAKU4/3ejsctv2jsA/s72-c/wilson+simonal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-8818930522820494810</id><published>2009-08-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:14:17.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura das ruas  -  Sérgio Vaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: João Wainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpF1se9peBI/AAAAAAAAKUw/wceGfnk-t3A/s1600-h/Joao_Wainer_080+maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205237516040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpF1se9peBI/AAAAAAAAKUw/wceGfnk-t3A/s320/Joao_Wainer_080+maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITERATURA DAS RUAS - SÉRGIO VAZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A literatura é dama triste que atravessa a rua sem olhar para os pedintes, famintos por conhecimento, que se amontoam nas calçadas frias da senzala moderna chamada periferia. Freqüenta os casarões, bibliotecas inacessíveis ao olho nu e prateleiras de livrarias que crianças não alcançam com os pés descalços.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do livro ou sob o cárcere do privilégio, ela se deita com Victor Hugo, mas não com os Miseráveis. Beija a boca de Dante, mas não desce até o inferno. Faz sexo com Cervantes e ri da cara do Quixote. É triste, mas A rosa do povo não floresce no jardim plantado por Drummond.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a nós, Capitães da areia e amados por Jorge, não restou outra alternativa a não ser criar o nosso próprio espaço para a morada da poesia. Assim nasceu o sarau da Cooperifa.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu da mesma Emergência de Mário Quintana e antes que todos fossem embora pra Passárgada, transformamos o boteco do Zé Batidão num grande centro cultural.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, todas às quartas-feiras, guerreiros e guerreiras de todos os lados e de todas as quebradas vem comungar o pão da sabedoria que é repartido em partes iguais, entre velhos e novos poetas sob a benção da comunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Professores, metalúrgicos, donas de casa, taxistas, vigilantes, bancários, desempregados, aposentados, mecânicos, estudantes, jornalistas, advogados, entre outros, exercem a sua cidadania através da poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente que nunca havia lido um livro, nunca tinha assistido uma peça de teatro, ou que nunca tinha feito um poema, começou, a partir desse instante, a se interessar por arte e cultura.&lt;br /&gt;O sarau da cooperifa é nosso quilombo cultural.&lt;br /&gt;A bússola que guia a nossa nau pela selva escura da mediocridade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somos o grito de um povo que se recusa a andar de cabeça baixa e se prostar de joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Somos O poema sujo de Ferreira Gullar.&lt;br /&gt;Somos o Rastilho da pólvora.&lt;br /&gt;Somos Um punhado de ossos, de Ivan Junqueira Tecendo a manhã de João Cabral de Melo Neto.&lt;br /&gt;Neste instante, neste país cheio de Machados se achando serra elétrica, nós somos a poesia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa árvore de raízes profundas regada com a água que o povo lava o rosto depois do trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/18358448-8818930522820494810?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/8818930522820494810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=8818930522820494810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8818930522820494810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8818930522820494810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/literatura-das-ruas-sergio-vaz.html' title='Literatura das ruas  -  Sérgio Vaz'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpF1se9peBI/AAAAAAAAKUw/wceGfnk-t3A/s72-c/Joao_Wainer_080+maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-2211553000234891502</id><published>2009-08-23T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:04:18.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOSTRA CULTURAL DA COOPERIFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEvj0umCUI/AAAAAAAAKUo/bE5LaIzdEVo/s1600-h/logo+cooperifa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373128122925713730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEvj0umCUI/AAAAAAAAKUo/bE5LaIzdEVo/s320/logo+cooperifa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de   19   A   25    de  outubro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro, Dança, Cinema, Literatura, Artes-plásticas e Música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-2211553000234891502?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/2211553000234891502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=2211553000234891502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2211553000234891502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/2211553000234891502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/mostra-cultural-da-cooperifa.html' title='MOSTRA CULTURAL DA COOPERIFA'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEvj0umCUI/AAAAAAAAKUo/bE5LaIzdEVo/s72-c/logo+cooperifa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-8613455490707517936</id><published>2009-08-23T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:56:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ARTE QUE LIBERTA NÃO VEM DA MÃO QUE ESCRAVIZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEtZkuqTEI/AAAAAAAAKUg/mmIoa0SjIUI/s1600-h/cart%C3%A3o+postal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373125747809078338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEtZkuqTEI/AAAAAAAAKUg/mmIoa0SjIUI/s320/cart%C3%A3o+postal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Manifesto da Antropofagia periférica - Sérgio Vaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Periferia nos une pelo amor, pela dor e pela cor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dos becos e vielas há de vir a voz que grita contra o silêncio que nos pune. Eis que surge das ladeiras um povo lindo e inteligente galopando contra o passado. A favor de um futuro limpo, para todos os brasileiros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A favor de um subúrbio que clama por arte e cultura, e universidade para a diversidade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Agogôs e tamborins acompanhados de violinos, só depois da aula.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra a arte patrocinada pelos que corrompem a liberdade de opção. Contra a arte fabricada para destruir o senso crítico, a emoção e a sensibilidade que nasce da múltipla escolha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Arte que liberta não pode vir da mão que escraviza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A favor do batuque da cozinha que nasce na cozinha e sinhá não quer. Da poesia periférica que brota na porta do bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do teatro que não vem do “ter ou não ter...”. Do cinema real que transmite ilusão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Das Artes Plásticas, que, de concreto, quer substituir os barracos de madeiras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da Dança que desafoga no lago dos cisnes.Da Música que não embala os adormecidos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da Literatura das ruas despertando nas calçadas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Periferia unida, no centro de todas as coisas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra o racismo, a intolerância e as injustiças sociais das quais a arte vigente não fala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra o artista surdo-mudo e a letra que não fala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;É preciso sugar da arte um novo tipo de artista: o artista-cidadão. Aquele que na sua arte não revoluciona o mundo, mas também não compactua com a mediocridade que imbeciliza um povo desprovido de oportunidades. Um artista a serviço da comunidade, do país. Que armado da verdade, por si só exercita a revolução.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra a arte domingueira que defeca em nossa sala e nos hipnotiza no colo da poltrona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra a barbárie que é a falta de bibliotecas, cinemas, museus, teatros e espaços para o acesso à produção cultural.Contra reis e rainhas do castelo globalizado e quadril avantajado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra o capital que ignora o interior a favor do exterior. Miami pra eles ? “Me ame pra nós!”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra os carrascos e as vítimas do sistema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra os covardes e eruditos de aquário.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra o artista serviçal escravo da vaidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contra os vampiros das verbas públicas e arte privada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Arte que liberta não pode vir da mão que escraviza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Por uma Periferia que nos une pelo amor, pela dor e pela cor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-8613455490707517936?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/8613455490707517936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=8613455490707517936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8613455490707517936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/8613455490707517936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/arte-que-liberta-nao-vem-da-mao-que.html' title='A ARTE QUE LIBERTA NÃO VEM DA MÃO QUE ESCRAVIZA'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/SpEtZkuqTEI/AAAAAAAAKUg/mmIoa0SjIUI/s72-c/cart%C3%A3o+postal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-4050587656983715127</id><published>2009-08-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:24:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BESOURO, O FILME</title><content type='html'>Para Nelson Maca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXiob6SamEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXiob6SamEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte:oquintaldanegrada.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O besouro é um inseto que, por suas características, não deveria voar, mas voa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Besouro também é o nome do maior capoeirista de todos os tempos. Um menino que, ao se identificar com o inseto que desafia as leis da Física, desafia ele mesmo as leis cruéis do preconceito e da opressão. Um mito, um super-herói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme Besouro, que conta a sua história, é um épico em que fantasia e registro histórico se misturam no cenário deslumbrante do Recôncavo Baiano dos anos 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirado em fatos reais, Besouro será um filme de aventura, paixão, misticismo e coragem sobre este personagem real que se tornou lenda. Queremos que ele seja, para a capoeira, o que filmes chineses contemporâneos como Herói e O Tigre e o Dragão são para as artes marciais orientais: um espetáculo de aventura, onde a paixão, o misticismo e a emoção têm papel central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ler o livro “Feijoada no Paraíso - a saga de Besouro, o capoeira”, de Marco Carvalho, comecei a sonhar e viajar nas asas do personagem e de suas maravilhosas lendas e histórias. Fiquei fascinado pelo super-herói brasileiro, um capoeirista que dança entre a fantasia e a realidade, na eterna luta a favor dos necessitados, em nome do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme Besouro é fruto dessa fascinação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Daniel Tikhomiroff&lt;br /&gt;- Diretor -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-4050587656983715127?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/4050587656983715127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=4050587656983715127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4050587656983715127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/4050587656983715127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/besouro-o-filme.html' title='BESOURO, O FILME'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-2402148514529807155</id><published>2009-08-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:25:28.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVOS DIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So8Be2QCJQI/AAAAAAAAKUY/ZvfbWrd3MHE/s1600-h/MUHAMADI+ALI.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372514509946758402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So8Be2QCJQI/AAAAAAAAKUY/ZvfbWrd3MHE/s320/MUHAMADI+ALI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"NÃO CONFUNDA BRIGA COM LUTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;BRIGA TEM HORA PRA ACABAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E LUTA É PARA UMA VIDA INTEIRA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sérgio Vaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-2402148514529807155?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So8Be2QCJQI/AAAAAAAAKUY/ZvfbWrd3MHE/s72-c/MUHAMADI+ALI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-1800722523524983128</id><published>2009-08-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:02:11.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA DOS DEUSES INFERIORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maioria das pessoas só percebem a luz do sol quando é quase noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí, já é tarde demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sérgio Vaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-1800722523524983128?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/1800722523524983128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=1800722523524983128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/1800722523524983128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/1800722523524983128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/poesia-dos-deuses-inferiores.html' title='A POESIA DOS DEUSES INFERIORES'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-7707405404968123549</id><published>2009-08-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:55:08.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô no Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/poetasergiovaz"&gt;www.twitter.com/poetasergiovaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-7707405404968123549?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-5979775099111957801</id><published>2009-08-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:09:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA NÃO PARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So6fTW9AHGI/AAAAAAAAKUQ/olWjkl1pdbk/s1600-h/Postal_Sarau_da_Casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372406560427351138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So6fTW9AHGI/AAAAAAAAKUQ/olWjkl1pdbk/s320/Postal_Sarau_da_Casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-5979775099111957801?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/5979775099111957801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=5979775099111957801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5979775099111957801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5979775099111957801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_21.html' title='A POESIA NÃO PARA'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So6fTW9AHGI/AAAAAAAAKUQ/olWjkl1pdbk/s72-c/Postal_Sarau_da_Casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-5453880445119345437</id><published>2009-08-20T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:55:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA NÃO PARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SÁBADO É NÓIS NA CASAS DAS ROSAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So1g49SZ_-I/AAAAAAAAKUI/m8X0w67ApZg/s1600-h/cinema+na+laje+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372056462163574754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So1g49SZ_-I/AAAAAAAAKUI/m8X0w67ApZg/s320/cinema+na+laje+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa das Rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espaço Haroldo de Campos de Poesia e Literatura&lt;br /&gt;apresenta:&lt;br /&gt;SARAU DA CASA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O “Sarau da Casa” é o sarau mensal da Casa das Rosas – Espaço Haroldo de Campos de Poesia e Literatura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;São convidados dois poetas, bastante diferentes entre si, tanto em relação ao estilo ou à temática, quanto à geração ou à ideologia. Depois de entrevistados, os poetas convidados leem textos de sua autoria e de seus escritores preferidos. Num segundo momento, o público tem a oportunidade de ler os próprios poemas e, encerrado o bloco de leituras, um conjunto musical se apresenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SEMPRE AOS SÁBADOS, ÀS 20 HORAS&lt;br /&gt;22 de agosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Convidados: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sérgio Vaz e Micheliny Verunschk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: chorinho&lt;br /&gt;Com Felipe Soares, Emiliano Castro e Vinicius Pereira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Casa das Rosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Av. Palista, 37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Centro-SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18358448-5453880445119345437?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/5453880445119345437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=5453880445119345437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5453880445119345437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5453880445119345437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/poesia-nao-para.html' title='A POESIA NÃO PARA'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBMAA_Tq5Zk/So1g49SZ_-I/AAAAAAAAKUI/m8X0w67ApZg/s72-c/cinema+na+laje+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18358448.post-5001912313330450547</id><published>2009-08-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:10:58.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAREÇA COM O QUE VOCÊ ACREDITA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SE NÃO CONSEGUE, MEDITA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/18358448-5001912313330450547?l=colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/feeds/5001912313330450547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18358448&amp;postID=5001912313330450547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5001912313330450547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18358448/posts/default/5001912313330450547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colecionadordepedras.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos-vadios.html' title='PENSAMENTOS VADIOS'/><author><name>PENSAMENTOS VADIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331799349451225155</uri><email>poetavaz@ig.com.br</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14702778619346644581'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>