<?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-6113865983839190180</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:47:41.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cia.Meses de Teatro</title><subtitle type='html'>miau!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-5059996530739521140</id><published>2008-09-25T13:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:25:07.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7º Sarau do gato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu7Oa-US5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/0l6B9guj00Q/s1600-h/setimo_sarau_do_gato_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu7Oa-US5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/0l6B9guj00Q/s400/setimo_sarau_do_gato_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249995647063706514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113865983839190180-5059996530739521140?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5059996530739521140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=5059996530739521140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/5059996530739521140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/5059996530739521140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-sarau-do-gato.html' title='7º Sarau do gato'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu7Oa-US5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/0l6B9guj00Q/s72-c/setimo_sarau_do_gato_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-6473210931318442627</id><published>2008-09-01T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:47:17.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o Esboço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SLwcM3OGl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rayLxN2Bq5s/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SLwcM3OGl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rayLxN2Bq5s/s400/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241095073659525026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nunca a desgraça da queda, mas a felicidade do vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Primeiro  Vôo de Ícaro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O esqueleto  das Asas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Vôo da  Zilah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1  – 1º Coro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  cena inicia com todos ao centro ajoelhados, segurando um pano onde dentro  estará Zilah nua, jogada no meio de roupas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Texto  do Coro. O coro se levanta na fala do pai, ainda segurando o pano. Ao  final do texto começam a girar dizendo: “Esse caco de gente não  vai vingar!”, param e ao abrirem o pano dizem: “Mas Zilah vingou!”,  deixando à mostra Zilah e os tecidos. Levantam-na como se montassem  um boneco e entre fuxicos vestem-na. A cada fala o coro paralisa olhando  para a platéia. Quando Zilah diz: “Mas Zilah durou!”, o coro se  forma mais atrás, utilizando o pano que carregavam-na como janela.  Enquanto o texto é dito Zilah se despe das roupas que o coro lhe colocou  e veste outras. Ao final o coro se junto num pequeno círculo e diz:  “Se conforma, Zilah!”, e sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2  – Zilah e Dioni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dioni  e Zilah estão um em cada canto da boca de cena. Dioni pinta as costas  de uma asa branca de vermelho. Abraçam-se separados. Dioni abraça  a asa como se fosse Zilah. O diálogo ocorre sempre de frente para a  platéia, não há relação entre os dois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Professor  surge para narrar a morte de Dioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dioni  vira para a platéia a asa pintada de vermelho e sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 - 2º  Coro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uma  bola (branca, prata) vem rolando até Zilah, uma pessoa do coro venda  os olhos de Zilah cantando “Nana-Gie ô”, ao final da primeira cantada  o coro entra rodopiando e continuam a cantar fazendo uma jogo (bobinho!?)  com a bola que estava na mão da Zilah. Quando o coro diz trechos do  texto a música diminui de volume e jogo fica lento, intercalando entre  texto e canção, dinâmica e lentidão. Zilah, de olhos vendados, sempre  tenta pegar a bola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Professor  entra. O coro se reúne girando no meio e entrega a bola ao professor.  O professor narra e guarda a bola quando sair de cena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4- Chefe,  Traficante, Mãe e Vizinha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coro  se forma em V, sempre em rotação de acordo com o personagem que estiver  em foco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apresentação  do Chefe. No trecho: “... me apontou o dedo na cara...” todos do  coro apontam junto com o chefe. No trecho que Zilah diz: “... mãos  nos meus peitos...” todos, lentamente, tocam nos da frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apresentação  da Mãe. Coro com flor na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Professor  aparece (quebra de cena) dando uma bronca na sala. Coro vira-se de costas,  menos Zilah, cruzando as mãos para trás. Durante toda a cena todos  estarão com máscaras viradas para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apresentação  do Traficante. Coro na postura do Traficante. No trecho: “... comer  na minha mão...” coro levanta as mãos fechando as palmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apresentação  da Vizinha. Todos de frente, rosto de lado. Vizinha fala e coro gesticula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cena  da morte da mãe: “... o inverno...”, coro entra atrás da mãe.  Faz-se o caixão e na fala de Zilah a mãe da uma cambalhota e volta  ao coro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“...  saiu como o vento...” Zilah vai embora e forma-se um corredor, acenam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6113865983839190180-6473210931318442627?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6473210931318442627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=6473210931318442627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6473210931318442627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6473210931318442627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-esboo.html' title='o Esboço'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15125467685646002197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/TE4iNDl85sI/AAAAAAAACY8/aG-wLSK_T24/S220/Sabrininha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SLwcM3OGl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rayLxN2Bq5s/s72-c/DSC02078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-202368888979503368</id><published>2008-07-01T02:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:02:42.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais fonte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://jungleonline.blogspot.com/2008/06/moradores-de-rua-questes-sobre.html"&gt;http://jungleonline.blogspot.com/2008/06/moradores-de-rua-questes-sobre.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113865983839190180-202368888979503368?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/202368888979503368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=202368888979503368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/202368888979503368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/202368888979503368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-fonte_01.html' title='Mais fonte!'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-7354582376240234564</id><published>2008-06-29T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:38:23.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imenso cordão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não se deve deixar passar um momento como esse, principalmente agora, que ainda está tão “fresquinho” na cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    O 6º Sarau do Gato aconteceu hoje e, para mim (como Cia.Mística), deixou marcas de aprendizado muito fortes. Tenho certeza que conseguimos alcançar uma das nossas principais metas que é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensibilizar o público&lt;/span&gt; que participa ou contempla. Claro que é muito difícil criar uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revolução coletiva (e não em massa)&lt;/span&gt; em tão poucas horas, mas só o fato de vermos pessoas dispostas à troca e aprendizado já é algo muito satisfatório para nós como observadores do espaço em que atuamos (de todas as formas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Vi, hoje, coisas riquíssimas de conteúdo, estética e intenção, vi um público bonito, com vontade de estar lá. Me emocionei com a dança, talvez um jazz, com palhaços ao som de Teatro Mágico, admirei um trabalho de percussão em uma mistura de poesia e música de Gonzaguinha, ouvi a história de Severino, me surpreendi com vários sons que as vozes podem alcançar num coral, apreciei obras coloridas em um fundo branco com desenhos pretos que nos trazem para um realidade da sociedade em que vivemos, e por falar em sociedade, porque não comentar aqui o debate sobre mídia que vivenciei e que achei mais do que necessário acontecer, pois não dá para ignorar a necessidade do ser humano de dizer o que pensa e expressar seus pontos de vista de forma a não impô-lo, mas debatê-lo. Não menciono aqui nem metade da alegria que tive hoje, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistura de linguagens&lt;/span&gt; artísticas me deixou fascinada, para mim isso foi uma grande novidade no Sarau, não que não houvesse variedades em outros, mas confessemos que a programação se estendeu bastante por causa da tal da quantidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Muitas questões surgiram e foram debatidas com algumas cervejas num bar próximo, é dever do Cia.Meses utilizar esses Sarau’s como fonte de pesquisa para próximas “revoluções”, se é que podemos assim chamar nossos projetos. Esse, com certeza, deixou na essência do dia um gostinho de “preciso repensar” e utilizar muitas observações feitas como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alavanca para crescimento&lt;/span&gt; de público (não em quantidade), do grupo, da cultura em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Agradecimentos imensos ao Programa AprendizComgas que nos cedeu de forma super prestativa o espaço, alguns equipamentos e pessoas abertas a mudanças e evoluções; agradecimentos aos artistas que nos derem uma minúscula, porém significativa, apresentação de seus trabalhos e anseios com relação ao que querem dizer ao mundo; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;agradecimentos ao público que foi a grande roda disso tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Trabalhos como esse me faz cada dia mais querer continuar a arte que exerço com amor e verdade até o fim dos meus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sabrina Motta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113865983839190180-7354582376240234564?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7354582376240234564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=7354582376240234564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/7354582376240234564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/7354582376240234564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/06/imenso-cordo.html' title='Imenso cordão!'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15125467685646002197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/TE4iNDl85sI/AAAAAAAACY8/aG-wLSK_T24/S220/Sabrininha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-6335794898363269962</id><published>2008-06-14T22:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:22:14.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;Deixa que digam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pensem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que falem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa isso pra lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que que tem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou fazendo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz mal bater um papo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim gostoso com alguém ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SFRuTQbrk-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/no6d0IMEGo4/s1600-h/sextosarau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SFRuTQbrk-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/no6d0IMEGo4/s400/sextosarau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211911945882145762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;[Clique para ampliar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &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/6113865983839190180-6335794898363269962?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6335794898363269962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=6335794898363269962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6335794898363269962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6335794898363269962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/06/deixa-que-digam-que-pensem-que-falem.html' title=''/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SFRuTQbrk-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/no6d0IMEGo4/s72-c/sextosarau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-7031072380452688944</id><published>2008-05-04T23:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:42:44.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... um último trago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SB5rPxIMiFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaYULz3ozrM/s1600-h/ceubutanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SB5rPxIMiFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaYULz3ozrM/s400/ceubutanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196708938662053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clica que amplia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pela última vez esse tão sonhado e realizado "O Direito ao Grito" será apresentado. fica na boca, um gosto de saudade e outro gosto inexplicável, que é, sem dúvida, um gosto muito distante do gosto de dever cumprido. A necessidade da maturidade vem abraçar a cada um de nós, Cia.Meses, que com um pudor e cuidado louvável, montou uma obra sem descuidar por nenhum momento da outra obra inspiradora. Sempre é tempo de morangos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos agora em busca de nossa obra única e sem pudor. e que o pudor tbm não exista na hora do aplauso e das vaias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser: Amém para nós todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6113865983839190180-7031072380452688944?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7031072380452688944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=7031072380452688944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/7031072380452688944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/7031072380452688944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-ltimo-trago.html' title='... um último trago!'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15125467685646002197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/TE4iNDl85sI/AAAAAAAACY8/aG-wLSK_T24/S220/Sabrininha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SB5rPxIMiFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaYULz3ozrM/s72-c/ceubutanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-3100358176299379808</id><published>2008-04-21T14:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:23:57.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/SAzQ_TS0uRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2tBmsCrBXGY/s1600-h/Imagem+1-+1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/R6uRtVxaDkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KQa-_JXPZeg/s400/Flyermarco2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164381605834919490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6113865983839190180-1660188085759409089?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1660188085759409089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=1660188085759409089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/1660188085759409089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/1660188085759409089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15125467685646002197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/TE4iNDl85sI/AAAAAAAACY8/aG-wLSK_T24/S220/Sabrininha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-gFDnxUDoI/R6uRtVxaDkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KQa-_JXPZeg/s72-c/Flyermarco2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-6141199294954185867</id><published>2007-12-11T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:31:38.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'>4º Sarau do Gato - Grande Ritual Ciamistico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R17JQ8BWS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/lwc3Z_XwzZA/s1600-h/lorran_thais_sarau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142769117330557890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R17JQ8BWS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/lwc3Z_XwzZA/s400/lorran_thais_sarau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que e um ritual pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posso dizer que só descobri o meu ritual depois de ter olhado ao meu redor, ver que o sarau acabou e relembrar, em cada parte do meu corpo, o que eu vivenciei ali, o que eu vivenciei até chegar ali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como se as luzes, as musicas, as palavras, as imagens, as pessoas estivessem tatuadas em meu corpo. Tudo aquilo se tornou a minha veste. Ah, era uma roupa tão colorida!&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa e tomei um banho, mais um pequeno ritual dentro de um grande ritual, percebi que jamais desvestiria aquela roupa. Nunca mais ficarei nua. A minha vida me veste dos pés a cabeça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agradecemos a Comunidade Cultural Quilombaque pelas portas abertas e a todos que participaram do 4º Sarau do Gato, agora, tatuados na nossa historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foto de Ana Carolina Sartelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[El Paraguaya]&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/6113865983839190180-6141199294954185867?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6141199294954185867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=6141199294954185867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6141199294954185867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/6141199294954185867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-sarau-do-gato-grande-ritual.html' title='4º Sarau do Gato - Grande Ritual Ciamistico'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R17JQ8BWS8I/AAAAAAAAATY/lwc3Z_XwzZA/s72-c/lorran_thais_sarau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-735007897279192696</id><published>2007-11-25T00:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:45:43.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R0jgD1NSb_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ESLuVlxtpQ0/s1600-h/4sarau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R0jgD1NSb_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ESLuVlxtpQ0/s400/4sarau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136601731443093490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que você faz no seu dia-a-dia que pode ser considerado ritual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pensar, escovar os dentes, brindar, meditar ou o simples ato de dar duas voltas com a chave ao fechar a porta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual ritual, por mais bizarro que seja, você gostaria de compartilhar? Pode não ser o seu... Afinal, um ritual é propriedade de quem cria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queremos ritualizar o instante presente... Porque o simples fato de viver é um ritual, a única coisa que pode nos tirar dele é pensarmos que as coisas são só as coisas... Quando na verdade, tudo é um grande ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113865983839190180-735007897279192696?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/735007897279192696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=735007897279192696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/735007897279192696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/735007897279192696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-que-voc-faz-no-seu-dia-dia-que-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/R0jgD1NSb_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ESLuVlxtpQ0/s72-c/4sarau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-2153328120110984436</id><published>2007-10-12T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:06:16.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Rw_9z2xzMaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ivWbfFYBZUM/s1600-h/sarau+do+garo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Rw_9z2xzMaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ivWbfFYBZUM/s400/sarau+do+garo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120590368663089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Para pessoas de todas as raças, culturas, religiões, cores, línguas, bocas, olhos, cabelos, estilos, trabalhos, vidas... O que for, o importante é que seja!! Todos bem-vindos! Todas as artes bem-vindas!&lt;/span&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/6113865983839190180-2153328120110984436?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2153328120110984436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=2153328120110984436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/2153328120110984436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/2153328120110984436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-pessoas-de-todas-as-raas-culturas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Rw_9z2xzMaI/AAAAAAAAACI/ivWbfFYBZUM/s72-c/sarau+do+garo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-90991412257287561</id><published>2007-09-17T04:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:23:46.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Direito ao Grito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru33GdWJNMI/AAAAAAAAABs/yRmS_UGHj1w/s1600-h/Cena+X.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru33GdWJNMI/AAAAAAAAABs/yRmS_UGHj1w/s400/Cena+X.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111012842464163010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;  Uma peça inspirada na obra "A Hora da Estrela" de Clarice Lispector que fala do desamparo ao qual todos estamos entregues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada no grito de que faz todos os gritos se tranformarem em um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada na saudade daquilo que poderia ter sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada na vida que come a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada na palavra que não é mais nada além de palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada nos olhos que, mesmo arregalados, não vêem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada na música da chuva e no barulho de um violino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Uma peça inspirada. .&lt;/span&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/6113865983839190180-90991412257287561?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/90991412257287561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=90991412257287561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/90991412257287561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/90991412257287561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-direito-ao-grito.html' title='&quot;O Direito ao Grito&quot;'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru33GdWJNMI/AAAAAAAAABs/yRmS_UGHj1w/s72-c/Cena+X.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113865983839190180.post-4031750715696629356</id><published>2007-09-17T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:33:21.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o palhaço, o que é??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru37DdWJNNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/75dp5dHeO30/s1600-h/Cabe%2B%C2%BAasPensantes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru37DdWJNNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/75dp5dHeO30/s400/Cabe%2B%C2%BAasPensantes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111017188971066578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pergunta pra ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intervenção no aniversário do Terminal Vila Nova Cachoeirinha]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113865983839190180-4031750715696629356?l=ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4031750715696629356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6113865983839190180&amp;postID=4031750715696629356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/4031750715696629356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113865983839190180/posts/default/4031750715696629356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciamesesdeteatro.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-o-palhao-o-que.html' title='E o palhaço, o que é??'/><author><name>Cia.Meses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096151594683657215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/SNu6jlLU0iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S2-Tm4dvMPQ/S220/Cia...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-AGq2BMSNQ/Ru37DdWJNNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/75dp5dHeO30/s72-c/Cabe%2B%C2%BAasPensantes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
