<?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-1276752748610278890</id><updated>2011-08-07T13:43:51.336-07:00</updated><category term='I Moitará'/><category term='IX Moitará'/><category term='II Moitará'/><category term='Ações da Tribo do Moitará'/><category term='V Moitará'/><category term='VIII Moitará'/><category term='VII Moitará'/><category term='III Moitará'/><category term='XI Moitará'/><category term='VI Moitará'/><category term='XII Moitará'/><category term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Moitará de Histórias</title><subtitle type='html'>Apresenta fotos e comentários sobre os encontros para trocas de narrativas entre Contadores de Histórias, realizados pelo !Ponto do Conto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2617975848066857497</id><published>2010-05-30T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:54:23.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XII Moitará'/><title type='text'>XII Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-JxBO3CGzk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&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/7-JxBO3CGzk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;São doze os signos do Zodíaco, são doze os Cavaleiros da Távola Redonda, são doze Apóstolos e, até aqui, foram doze Moitarás. Um novo ciclo se anuncia !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O décimo segundo Moitará foi _na minha avaliação e na de algumas integrantes que participam desde as primeiras edições_&amp;nbsp; o mais fluido dos Moitarás, com uma Roda funcionando com profundidade, alegria e compromisso grupal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Surpreendentemente, fomos&amp;nbsp; treze mulheres, e destas, seis participavam pela primeira vez . Minha mãe foi uma das estreantes, fato que me encheu de orgulho !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentimos, mais do que refletimos, que o Moitará _ que nitidamente vem passando por transformações _ chegou à Maturidade; poderemos ousar mais e assim o faremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira ousadia, será desdobrar o Moitará. Manteremos esta forma, acolhedora a todos os que desejarem chegar e trocar histórias; e faremos, também, outro tipo de Moitará, que estamos chamando, na falta de nome mais adequado de Moitará de Narrativas, para aprofundamento da prática de contar histórias. Neste, com número restrito de participantes, colocaremos a ênfase na performance dos narradores, proporcionando um espaço para feedbacks, tão necessário para aqueles que contam suas histórias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A outra ousadia será o registro da experiência dos Moitarás. Assim, se você já participou de algum deles e quiser enviar por escrito o relato de sua experiência, ponha um comentário nesta postagem, para que eu possa entrar em contato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-2617975848066857497?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2617975848066857497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2617975848066857497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2617975848066857497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2617975848066857497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='XII Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-669657147250261975</id><published>2009-11-03T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:05:48.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XI Moitará'/><title type='text'>XI Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto - fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDhSOuqBXI/AAAAAAAACPU/YKej1Ls_xWU/s1600-h/Pasta+da+Eliana+Ribeiro1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDhSOuqBXI/AAAAAAAACPU/YKej1Ls_xWU/s400/Pasta+da+Eliana+Ribeiro1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1276752748610278890-669657147250261975?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/669657147250261975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=669657147250261975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/669657147250261975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/669657147250261975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/11/xi-moitara-de-historias-do-ponto-do.html' title='XI Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto - fotos'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDhSOuqBXI/AAAAAAAACPU/YKej1Ls_xWU/s72-c/Pasta+da+Eliana+Ribeiro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6315179760364515353</id><published>2009-11-03T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:06:35.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Fotos: continuação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDYJ-lE_eI/AAAAAAAACPM/68hb3RNUn9g/s1600-h/22-09-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDYJ-lE_eI/AAAAAAAACPM/68hb3RNUn9g/s400/22-09-2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui estão algumas fotos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;do XI Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;"&gt;Sob as bençãos de Ossanha, aconteceu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi um domingo de grande aprendizado e de muito prazer. Novos contadores de histórias integraram nossa roda; contadores já conhecidos compareceram em um delicioso reencontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso sem contar nossos sócios fundadores, que comparecem desde as primeiras atividades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como tudo o que é&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;feito pela primeira vez, nosso encontro ao ar livre precisará passar por alguns ajustes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sendo que um deles será limitar o número de participantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;fomos mais de vinte pessoas contando boas histórias, chegamos muito próximos ao nosso limite físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outra questão é reiterar a identidade do Moitará: é um encontro para trocas&lt;b&gt;, todos contam histórias&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;são sujeitos da própria palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; _ ou seja, não existe platéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inaugurou-se uma nova fase, com novos projetos e desafios, que contarei em outras postagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Até o próximo Moitará !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1276752748610278890-6315179760364515353?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6315179760364515353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6315179760364515353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6315179760364515353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6315179760364515353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Fotos: continuação'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SvDYJ-lE_eI/AAAAAAAACPM/68hb3RNUn9g/s72-c/22-09-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-406480636413503639</id><published>2009-08-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:31:49.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XI Moitará'/><title type='text'>XI Moitará - Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpQf9RdnlSI/AAAAAAAACM0/HYeo2qCbZbM/s1600-h/moitara11convite.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpQf9RdnlSI/AAAAAAAACM0/HYeo2qCbZbM/s400/moitara11convite.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373955392879957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(*) Clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-406480636413503639?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/406480636413503639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=406480636413503639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/406480636413503639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/406480636413503639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/08/xi-moitara-convite.html' title='XI Moitará - Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpQf9RdnlSI/AAAAAAAACM0/HYeo2qCbZbM/s72-c/moitara11convite.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4690063302670263291</id><published>2009-08-24T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:44:35.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversando com o Anjo de Guarda dos que não fazem backup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpMFHJVwcDI/AAAAAAAACMk/Npz9s0slaCo/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpMFHJVwcDI/AAAAAAAACMk/Npz9s0slaCo/s400/DSC00986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373644400707530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pois é queridas pessoas... Preciso assuntar seriamente com o Anjo de Guarda dos que não fazem backup dos arquivos ! As fotos do Moitará de março (Histórias de Mulheres) e o vídeo por editar do Moitará de maio (Histórias de Vida) estão em um computador estressado, que está dando loopings, apagando a toda hora; fica difícil postá-las por enquanto... Aguardo a vinda de um técnico salvador !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Enquanto isto, os Moitarás continuam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vem aí o Moitará de setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;IMAGEM: ANJO EM FRENTE AO CINE SANTA TERESA, POR OCASIÃO DO EVENTO SANTA TERESA DE PORTAS ABERTAS. PEÇO DESCULPAS AO ARTISTA POR TER FICADO TÃO ENTUSIASMADA PELO ANJO QUE NÃO ANOTEI A AUTORIA. SE TIVER A INFORMAÇÃO, PUBLICAREI COM O MAIOR PRAZER. (foto arquivo pessoal)&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-4690063302670263291?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4690063302670263291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4690063302670263291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4690063302670263291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4690063302670263291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversando-com-o-anjo-de-guarda-dos.html' title='Conversando com o Anjo de Guarda dos que não fazem backup'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SpMFHJVwcDI/AAAAAAAACMk/Npz9s0slaCo/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2152675110337414112</id><published>2009-06-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:50:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de recolhimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SjEnMoDmI2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/vI-4rQV-qsU/s1600-h/vela.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SjEnMoDmI2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/vI-4rQV-qsU/s320/vela.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097330529903458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais de um mês sem escrever... Um mês necessário para, em recolhimento, honrar o fio da minha história. Muitas coisas boas aconteceram nestes 30 dias, a comunicação delas no entanto, necessitou deste tempo, que valeu pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'um ano e um dia' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dos Contos de Fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O mês de maio trouxe, em suas quatro luas, o reencontro com os primórdios do meu ofício de Contadora de Histórias: o Centro de Teatro do Oprimido e a Biodanza. Cada giro na espiral convidou a um inventário de sonhos e propósitos; a uma avaliação, muitas vezes incômoda, do quanto, ao caminhar, segui minha bússola ou me contentei em seguir mapas já traçados (e graças aos deuses por eles !).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Retomo, então, as notícias do IX Moitará para uní-las às do X Moitará.  Essa 'respiração', que pulsa entre expansão e recolhimento faz parte... É o movimento que permite a interiorização das histórias, para promover sua exteriorização em Palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&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/1276752748610278890-2152675110337414112?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2152675110337414112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2152675110337414112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2152675110337414112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2152675110337414112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo-de-recolhimento.html' title='Tempo de recolhimento...'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SjEnMoDmI2I/AAAAAAAACEQ/vI-4rQV-qsU/s72-c/vela.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7394936188296305522</id><published>2009-04-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:29:48.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>Gabriela Vasconcelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfiGezL0UJI/AAAAAAAACDo/8Zl4BnDkBl8/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfiGezL0UJI/AAAAAAAACDo/8Zl4BnDkBl8/s400/DSC00772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330158022686953618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gabriela Vasconcelos nos remeteu à memória dos contos de fadas, narrando o feminino através de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAPUNZEL&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/1276752748610278890-7394936188296305522?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7394936188296305522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7394936188296305522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7394936188296305522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7394936188296305522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Gabriela Vasconcelos'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfiGezL0UJI/AAAAAAAACDo/8Zl4BnDkBl8/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3322893288811630365</id><published>2009-04-26T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:06:10.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>Valdelice Costa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRbA72l_MI/AAAAAAAACDg/oPtL1qa1cUM/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRbA72l_MI/AAAAAAAACDg/oPtL1qa1cUM/s400/DSC00769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328984330710940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Com suas raízes amazônicas, Valdelice Costa trouxe para a Roda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Iara, a Mãe-dÁgua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-3322893288811630365?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3322893288811630365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3322893288811630365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3322893288811630365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3322893288811630365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/04/valdelice-costa.html' title='Valdelice Costa'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRbA72l_MI/AAAAAAAACDg/oPtL1qa1cUM/s72-c/DSC00769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8165627005244575495</id><published>2009-04-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:05:24.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>Perses Canellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRYG4M5sTI/AAAAAAAACDY/mG4kDhj8EAE/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRYG4M5sTI/AAAAAAAACDY/mG4kDhj8EAE/s400/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328981134275096882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Perses Canellas, integrando-se à nossa Roda do Moitará, trouxe um conto de Elisa Lucinda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lembrando parece cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, do livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Contos de Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. No conto, vemos a poesia e graça que há no prosaico ato de sacrificar um peru para a ceia de Natal, sob a ótica de uma mulher, rememorando a menina que foi. Aqui também a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Avó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; se fez presente.&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/1276752748610278890-8165627005244575495?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8165627005244575495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8165627005244575495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8165627005244575495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8165627005244575495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/04/perses-canellas.html' title='Perses Canellas'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SfRYG4M5sTI/AAAAAAAACDY/mG4kDhj8EAE/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5619653580025887911</id><published>2009-03-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:08:37.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cleudes Werneck e Nathália Soledade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZJ54s-XhI/AAAAAAAACBk/TBDft9R-c5s/s1600-h/moi3cleudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZJ54s-XhI/AAAAAAAACBk/TBDft9R-c5s/s200/moi3cleudes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316017668979842578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZKcFYycTI/AAAAAAAACBs/ad1agWShwqs/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZKcFYycTI/AAAAAAAACBs/ad1agWShwqs/s200/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316018256500388146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Neste Moitará, constatamos a solidez dos vínculos afetivos criados pelos Moitarás anteriores. Duas queridas companheiras não puderam comparecer:  Cleudes Werneck, recuperando -se garbosamente de uma cirurgia e Nathália Soledade, preparando-se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;para a defesa de sua dissertação de mestrado, dia 26 (planejo estar lá, na torcida por esta doce guerreira).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cleudes me deu a honra de ler sua pesquisa sobre Cora Coralina        bem como a poesia da mesma autora, enviada como um mimo.                                                    Nathália enviou uma bela narrativa, sobre os poderes de IANSÃ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZGFwKaNqI/AAAAAAAACBU/O_Tq_yzcqiI/s1600-h/moi+8+nathalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-5619653580025887911?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5619653580025887911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5619653580025887911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5619653580025887911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5619653580025887911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleudes-werneck-e-nathalia-soledade.html' title='Cleudes Werneck e Nathália Soledade.'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZJ54s-XhI/AAAAAAAACBk/TBDft9R-c5s/s72-c/moi3cleudes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7877389139360999862</id><published>2009-03-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:52:51.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>Até o próximo Moitará !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZD3SribfI/AAAAAAAACBM/YMuzhM7ABzM/s1600-h/internationaldayflyer2009portugues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZD3SribfI/AAAAAAAACBM/YMuzhM7ABzM/s400/internationaldayflyer2009portugues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316011027343764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dia 16 de maio de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;às 19:00&lt;br /&gt;na Clínica POMAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Neste Moitará nos integraremos à Rede Mundial de Histórias de Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-7877389139360999862?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7877389139360999862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7877389139360999862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7877389139360999862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7877389139360999862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/03/ate-o-proximo-moitara.html' title='Até o próximo Moitará !'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/ScZD3SribfI/AAAAAAAACBM/YMuzhM7ABzM/s72-c/internationaldayflyer2009portugues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4940316732804008289</id><published>2009-02-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:38:28.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IX Moitará'/><title type='text'>IX Moitará de Histórias - Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SY4M7wMTfiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bnig0EbOq2Q/s1600-h/moi9figdivulg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SY4M7wMTfiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bnig0EbOq2Q/s400/moi9figdivulg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300188032149978658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ! Ponto do Conto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convida para o IXMoitará de Histórias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema: Mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Moitará constitui a única ocasião em que tribos diferentes acampam no mesmo local. É um ritual de trocas de artefatos ligados à especialização manufatureira de cada grupo. É também o momento em que cada tribo apresenta suas manifestações culturais como pinturas, danças, cantos, etc. Contribui para a valorização de cada cultura em particular e para a manutenção dos valores básicos comuns a todas as tribos, o que garante relações pacíficas entre as diferentes identidades culturais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grupo.moitara.sites.uol.com.br/moitara..htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;http://grupo.moitara.sites.uol.com.br/moitara..htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No dia 8 de março vamos bendizer a Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Conte uma história sobre a Mulher e traga cópias da mesma para um escambo de Boas Palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Ao final do encontro, cada participante terá um repertório de histórias, construído, coletivamente,com a Palavra de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dia 8 de março de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Das 15:00h às 18:00h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Local: Clínica Pomar&lt;br /&gt;Rua Engenheiro Adel, 62 Casa 2,&lt;br /&gt;Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inscrições e informações pelo e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(*) AO CONFIRMAR A INSCRIÇÃO, DEIXE UM TELEFONE OU E-MAIL, PARA QUE POSSAMOS COMUNICAR O NÚMERO DE CÓPIAS NECESSÁRIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IMAGENS: MARA FRIEDMAN, CARTAS DO TARÔ DA DEUSA TRÍPLICE. SP: PENSAMENTO, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/1276752748610278890-4940316732804008289?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4940316732804008289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4940316732804008289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4940316732804008289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4940316732804008289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-ponto-do-conto-convida-para-o.html' title='IX Moitará de Histórias - Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SY4M7wMTfiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bnig0EbOq2Q/s72-c/moi9figdivulg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-9210252957655372672</id><published>2008-11-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:36:17.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>VIII Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSwTWKmjgcI/AAAAAAAAB0A/yYUQs3_HREY/s1600-h/viii+moitar%C3%A1+foto+do+grupo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSwTWKmjgcI/AAAAAAAAB0A/yYUQs3_HREY/s400/viii+moitar%C3%A1+foto+do+grupo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272610535268123074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imaginem um Moitará marcado com uma semana de antecedência, em um domingo de "feriadão", com chuva e, para completar, convidando à criação de histórias com base na memória familiar ( às vezes é muito delicado abrir o baú das lembranças ). Tal evento tinha tudo para não acontecer, certo ? Ah! Mas envolvia Contadores e Contadoras de Histórias... E aí não há mau tempo ou feriado prolongado capaz de impedir o encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Um pequeno grupo de valentes se reuniu, neste dia 23, na Clínica POMAR, para mais um Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto. Confesso que fui para lá achando que ficaria só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chovia cântaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; como dizia minha bisavó. Na hora marcada, um a um,foram chegando, munidos de guarda-chuva, boas histórias e principalmente, um enorme coração, capaz de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a travessia por lembranças nem sempre agradáveis, e transformá-las em histórias, das mais belas que já ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. Foram histórias míticas, no sentido de organizar, dar sentido à experiência de vida e compartilhar uma sabedoria que todos os grupos familiares, com certeza, elaboram e transmitem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nathália Soledade chamou atenção para o fato dessas histórias estarem se perdendo, pois o tempo de compartilhá-las  (penso no tempo da comunicação artesanal, tão bem descrito por Walter Benjamim ) vem sendo atropelado por outro, infinitamente mais acelerado, que nos afasta de nossa Voz; que nos afasta daquele centro a partir do qual contamos as diversas histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ainda há muito o que refletir sobre a riqueza que foi este momento. De imediato, tenho a percepção que a idéia do Moitará vem ganhando profundidade. Avaliando este processo, que está em seu segundo ano, vejo que a dimensão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; tornou-se mais forte que a dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; evento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Esta transformação qualitativa só tornou-se possível, entretanto, pela generosidade dos participantes em ofertar sua Palavra plena de Alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A todos, minha admiração, carinho e cumplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-9210252957655372672?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/9210252957655372672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=9210252957655372672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/9210252957655372672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/9210252957655372672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/viii-moitar-de-histrias_25.html' title='VIII Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSwTWKmjgcI/AAAAAAAAB0A/yYUQs3_HREY/s72-c/viii+moitar%C3%A1+foto+do+grupo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2008287957118024120</id><published>2008-11-25T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:41:50.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv-PUMYWjI/AAAAAAAABzw/cKlLEy9zS8I/s1600-h/moi+8+eliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv-PUMYWjI/AAAAAAAABzw/cKlLEy9zS8I/s400/moi+8+eliana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272587327839427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pois é... Inventei, organizei, convidei e, na hora de escrever, minha história não saiu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tenho várias histórias pensadas, algumas até já contadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mas na hora de escrever... as danadas ficaram trancadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Entre a Musa, inspiradora, e o Editor censor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Imaginem quem venceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ele. Que horror !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Levei, então, Carlos Drummond deAndrade pois, com ele, sempre me sinto bem representada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fiquei surpresa, ou melhor, desconfortável, quando percebi que não conseguia passar para o papel uma das minhas histórias ancestrais. Entrar em contato com memórias, abrir meu baú de lembranças e perenizá-las em uma deteminada forma escrita foi demais para este momento. Senti na pele a profundidade do trabalho com histórias de vida; as travessias que estas proporcionam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Talvez a emoção de mergulhar em minhas raízes, de fazer um balanço dos olás e adeuses  e novos olás precise de mais um tempo para escorrer até as mãos, movimentar a escrita e tornar-se pública no papel. Ao escrever esta postagem, me dei conta da emoção que impediu a escrita: saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saudade de uma infância mais bonita que a história de Robinson Crusoé !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSwOSY9gEbI/AAAAAAAABz4/KCGw-MTmxEY/s1600-h/texto+drummond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSwOSY9gEbI/AAAAAAAABz4/KCGw-MTmxEY/s400/texto+drummond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272604972844847538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(*) Para ler o texto, clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-2008287957118024120?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2008287957118024120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2008287957118024120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2008287957118024120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2008287957118024120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/eliana-ribeiro.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv-PUMYWjI/AAAAAAAABzw/cKlLEy9zS8I/s72-c/moi+8+eliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2966530818751409384</id><published>2008-11-25T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:28:58.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>Bruna Estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv6iJv49ZI/AAAAAAAABzo/O8djAMN8GHM/s1600-h/moi+8+bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv6iJv49ZI/AAAAAAAABzo/O8djAMN8GHM/s400/moi+8+bruna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272583253406578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bruna Estrella, que no Moitará acumula as funções de fotógrafa, cinegrafista e anjo-de-guarda  (além de contadora de histórias, é claro ) trabalhou em equipe ... e também não levou sua história por escrito (risos) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em sua narrativa, com muito bom humor, mostrou como as escolhas  dos pais e demais ancestrais quanto ao local de moradia facilita (ou não) a vida dos descendentes.&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/1276752748610278890-2966530818751409384?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2966530818751409384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2966530818751409384' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2966530818751409384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2966530818751409384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/bruna-estrella.html' title='Bruna Estrella'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv6iJv49ZI/AAAAAAAABzo/O8djAMN8GHM/s72-c/moi+8+bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1051994357404693455</id><published>2008-11-25T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:12:32.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>Diogo Carneiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv4KGOz4ZI/AAAAAAAABzY/I5qiFsD7AsM/s1600-h/moi+8+diogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv4KGOz4ZI/AAAAAAAABzY/I5qiFsD7AsM/s400/moi+8+diogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272580641122410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Diogo Carneiro apresentou uma música feita por seu pai, belíssima. Apresentou, também, profecias xamânicas que falam da importância dos ancestrais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv5BlGk0AI/AAAAAAAABzg/DBYWHdOJMKc/s1600-h/diogo+texto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv5BlGk0AI/AAAAAAAABzg/DBYWHdOJMKc/s400/diogo+texto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272581594302173186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Fonte: www.xamanismo.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(*) Para ler o texto, clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1051994357404693455?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1051994357404693455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1051994357404693455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1051994357404693455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1051994357404693455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/diogo-carneiro.html' title='Diogo Carneiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSv4KGOz4ZI/AAAAAAAABzY/I5qiFsD7AsM/s72-c/moi+8+diogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4891009655940290534</id><published>2008-11-24T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:00:23.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>Nathália Soledade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsHWNzu6wI/AAAAAAAABzQ/DKn1xXEIESg/s1600-h/moi+8+nathalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsHWNzu6wI/AAAAAAAABzQ/DKn1xXEIESg/s400/moi+8+nathalia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272315867012459266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsHJjW5J8I/AAAAAAAABzI/57W0KKTxMQk/s1600-h/texto+nat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsHJjW5J8I/AAAAAAAABzI/57W0KKTxMQk/s400/texto+nat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272315649458776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(*) Para ler o texto, clique na imagem para ampliá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-4891009655940290534?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4891009655940290534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4891009655940290534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4891009655940290534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4891009655940290534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/nathlia-soledade.html' title='Nathália Soledade'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsHWNzu6wI/AAAAAAAABzQ/DKn1xXEIESg/s72-c/moi+8+nathalia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6022300274541740424</id><published>2008-11-24T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:54:16.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIII Moitará'/><title type='text'>Flávia Curty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSsGK9UVC0I/AAAAAAAABzA/mjCi1ChdzuE/s1600-h/moi+8+flavia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSCrC5ZZIiI/AAAAAAAABxw/UBHIZrV79kY/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+AV%C3%93S+222.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269399630278894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;VIII Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foto: meus bisavós Antônio e Anna da Glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;provavelmente na primeira década do século XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;(trabalho em photoshop sobre foto de autoria desconhecida&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/1276752748610278890-7631888274462203037?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7631888274462203037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7631888274462203037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7631888274462203037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7631888274462203037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/11/viii-moitar-de-histrias.html' title='VIII Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SSCrC5ZZIiI/AAAAAAAABxw/UBHIZrV79kY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+AV%C3%93S+222.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8492914857481059963</id><published>2008-09-11T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:18:16.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com as bençãos de Ñanderu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SMm6XDu5dmI/AAAAAAAABRg/B7umX4FlT8k/s1600-h/nande+reko+arandu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SMm6XDu5dmI/AAAAAAAABRg/B7umX4FlT8k/s400/nande+reko+arandu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244928146351421026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGEM: Capa do CD ÑANDE REKO ARANDU - MEMÓRIA VIVA GUARANI, gravado por crianças de quatro aldeias Guarani: Sapucai, na cidade de Angra dos Reis; Rio Silveira, em São Sebastião; Morro da Saudade, na cidade de São Paulo e Jaexaá Porã, em Ubatuba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Os índios Guarani da Aldeia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Tekoa Itarypu / Mboy- Ty de Camboinhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vêm convidar os moradores de Niterói e os amantes da cultura brasileira para a reinauguração da aldeia de Camboinhas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para a abertura do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centro de Cultura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tupi-Guarani &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Camboinhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste evento inovador, teremos diversas atividades relativas à cultura Guarani, além da exposição e venda dos seus artesanatos. Você vai ter a oportunidade de contribuir para a sustentabilidade dessa aldeia guarani e de sua cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 13/09/2008 - Sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" align="center"  width="95%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Programação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;15:00h - Abertura das Festividades de Reinauguração da Aldeia Guarani de Camboinhas - Lançamento do Centro de Cultura Tupi- Guarani de Camboinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Apresentação do Coral Guarani de crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;15:30h - Apresentação da culinária Guarani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;16h - Oficinas Guarani: escultura em madeira, artesanato, pintura corporal, pintura em tecido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;visitação à Oca familiar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;17h- Demonstração da construção de uma Oca, demonstração de arco e flexa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;17:30h- Apresentação do coral das Crianças e jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;18:00h- Acender da fogueira, Mborai-ete-i (canto do pajé) e cerimônia na Casa de Reza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;18:30h - Fala do Cacique Darci, de artistas e convidados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;19:00h - A atriz Priscila Camargo conta Histórias Guaranis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             A cantora Nedir Cândida canta Villa Lobos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;19:30h - Xondaro (dança dos guerreiros), encerrando a cerimônia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;ERRATA: OLÁ PARA TODOS E TODAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt; ESTA POSTAGEM É CÓPIA DE  DIVULGAÇÃO QUE RECEBI. NOS COMENTÁRIOS POSTADOS NO '!PONTO DO CONTO', CONTUDO, FE GENTILMENTE ALERTA PARA A DENOMINAÇÃO CORRETA.&lt;br /&gt;MANTEREI A POSTAGEM, TAL COMO A RECEBI , POIS ACREDITO SER ESTE O NOME DADO AO CENTRO DE CULTURA. ACRESCENTO, PORÉM, A CORREÇÃO ENVIADA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="" id="c5595229409871467315"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/anon16-rounded.gif" class="comment-icon" alt="Anônimo" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Fe&lt;/span&gt;  disse...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mbyá Guarani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tupi-Guarani não é certo se usar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fou uma festa linda!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FE, sou grata pela visita e pela contribuição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-8492914857481059963?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8492914857481059963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8492914857481059963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8492914857481059963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8492914857481059963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/09/feliz-em-divulgar.html' title='Com as bençãos de Ñanderu.'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SMm6XDu5dmI/AAAAAAAABRg/B7umX4FlT8k/s72-c/nande+reko+arandu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7858785146879794943</id><published>2008-07-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:43:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTOS DO I SARAU DE CONTOS, CANTORIAS,ETC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-40.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1224979098663221056&amp;site=widget-40.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;at=un&amp;id=1224979098663221056&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-40.slide.com/p1/1224979098663221056/un_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SE2tK04McvI/AAAAAAAABLs/9pOnyfN5f7I/s400/SARAUDIVULG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210010745442169586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do Moitará _ uma Roda para escambo de histórias , o !Ponto do Conto  passará a promover um novo tipo de Círculo - o Sarau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Um Sarau é um encontro de artistas, arteiros e simpatizantes... Vale contar, vale cantar, vale representar, vale criar o tal do Etc, vale ficar assistindo e desfrutando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-2408012678269970043?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2408012678269970043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2408012678269970043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2408012678269970043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2408012678269970043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-sarau-de-contos-cantorias-etc.html' title='I Sarau de Contos, Cantorias, Etc...'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SE2tK04McvI/AAAAAAAABLs/9pOnyfN5f7I/s72-c/SARAUDIVULG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-148987016206201643</id><published>2008-06-07T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:23:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"E vai rolar a Festa, vai rolar. Povo do Gueto mandou avisar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SEq1h_NVNeI/AAAAAAAABLM/W95sAKERFpU/s1600-h/%281%29Convite-Lan%C3%A7amento+de+Arteterapia+em+Revista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SEq1h_NVNeI/AAAAAAAABLM/W95sAKERFpU/s400/%281%29Convite-Lan%C3%A7amento+de+Arteterapia+em+Revista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209175514515060194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Você está convidad@ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-148987016206201643?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/148987016206201643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=148987016206201643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/148987016206201643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/148987016206201643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-vai-rolar-festa-vai-rolar-povo-do.html' title='&quot;E vai rolar a Festa, vai rolar. Povo do Gueto mandou avisar...&quot;'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SEq1h_NVNeI/AAAAAAAABLM/W95sAKERFpU/s72-c/%281%29Convite-Lan%C3%A7amento+de+Arteterapia+em+Revista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1877565018003940195</id><published>2008-05-20T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:26:09.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII Moitará'/><title type='text'>VII Moitará de Histórias - um Moitará muito especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SDLZA8uhS8I/AAAAAAAABJE/86OG4EdEUNc/s1600-h/VII+Moiar%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SDLZA8uhS8I/AAAAAAAABJE/86OG4EdEUNc/s400/VII+Moiar%C3%A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459129890819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;O VII Moitará foi muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitando o dia 16 de maio - Dia Mundial das Histórias de Vida, realizei três rodas de histórias, na Escola Municipal Anísio Teixeira, onde trabalho. As rodas foram no horário da aula de História.&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos, nas turmas, o ritual de preparar  a sala de aula, acender o Fogo no centro da roda, contar as histórias, celebrá-las e, finalmente, tornar a colocar as carteiras nos lugares, para a aula que viria a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Considero que, com este evento,  o conceito de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moitará de Histórias&lt;/span&gt; foi aprofundado: um Moitará tanto pode ser uma roda para troca de narrativas que leve em conta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kairos &lt;/span&gt;- o tempo 'certo', orgânico, quanto pode dialogar com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cronos&lt;/span&gt; - o tempo dos calendários, relógios e campainhas escolares sinalizando o término do tempo de aula.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimos muitas histórias de travessuras... Ouvimos histórias de saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Em uma das turmas, ouvimos muitas histórias de terror: a lenda urbana da Mulher de Branco, que assombra os banheiros das escolas, foi contada com uma enorme riqueza de variações. Esta turma específica é bastante atingida pela violência que, para nossa vergonha cidadã, assombra algumas comunidades da Cidade do Rio de Janeiro. As histórias assustadoras substituiram as histórias de vida.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os estudantes da sexta série, que me proporcionaram esta lição, um grande beijo e meus agradecimentos por este dia de Boas Histórias !&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-1877565018003940195?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1877565018003940195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1877565018003940195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1877565018003940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1877565018003940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/05/vii-moitar-de-histrias-um-moitar-muito.html' title='VII Moitará de Histórias - um Moitará muito especial'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SDLZA8uhS8I/AAAAAAAABJE/86OG4EdEUNc/s72-c/VII+Moiar%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2870327082999593111</id><published>2008-05-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:12:15.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII Moitará'/><title type='text'>VII Moitará : uma outra forma possível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SCy1OMuhS6I/AAAAAAAABI0/JksCig-3lws/s1600-h/Logo%2BDia%2BInternacional_PORT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SCy1OMuhS6I/AAAAAAAABI0/JksCig-3lws/s400/Logo%2BDia%2BInternacional_PORT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200730925245221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uma nova forma de Moitará de Histórias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Professora da           rede municipal e contadora de histórias Eliana Nunes realiza           atividades no Rio de Janeiro&lt;o:p&gt;           &lt;/o:p&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A fim de promover, através do intercâmbio de histórias de vida entre estudantes, valores relativos à uma Cultura de Paz, a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;atividade       será realizada com estudantes do 6º. Ano (11 A 15 ANOS)&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;da Escola Municipal Anísio Teixeira (Rio de Janeiro – RJ) . Serão feitos 3 círculos de histórias, cada qual no tempo correspondente à aula de História. Em seguida será realizado o ritual do Círculo: uma arrumação coletiva do espaço no qual as histórias serão narradas;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;acendimento do fogo no centro do Círculo, narração de histórias       de vida&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e por fim uma celebração, com uma dança Circular. Além disso, com a atividade Histórias no Ponto será disponibilizado o espaço virtual do blog Ponto do Conto (&lt;a href="http://pontodoconto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pontodoconto.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)       para a postagem de histórias de vida. &lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;O       quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;contação de histórias de vida, circulo de histórias,       registro virtual&lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;Quando?       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16 de maio 1º. Círculo: 7:30       h ;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2º. Círculo: 9:00 h ;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;3º.Círculo: 11:00 h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;     Onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Escola Municipal Anísio Teixeira. Rua Serenata 40,       Jardim Guanabara, Ilha do Governador, Rio de Janeiro&lt;o:p&gt;       &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notícia publicada em: &lt;a href="http://www.ausculti.org/brasil.html"&gt;http://www.ausculti.org/brasil.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-2870327082999593111?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2870327082999593111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2870327082999593111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2870327082999593111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2870327082999593111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/05/moitar-uma-outra-forma-possvel.html' title='VII Moitará : uma outra forma possível.'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SCy1OMuhS6I/AAAAAAAABI0/JksCig-3lws/s72-c/Logo%2BDia%2BInternacional_PORT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-839892521310588126</id><published>2008-04-21T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:03:32.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em maio, Porto Alegre !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/SA1HUy0VfaI/AAAAAAAABHM/HJUzshAoVCY/s1600-h/zumbi+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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   Dia 20 de janeiro o Moitará de Histórias, atividade realizada pelo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!Ponto do Conto, &lt;/span&gt;completou um ano. Comemoramos de uma maneira muito especial: preparando nossa participação no evento &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio com Vida, &lt;/span&gt;atividade proposta pela sociedade organizada da cidade do Rio de Janeiro para o Fórum Social Mundial 2008, realizado de forma descentralizada em todo o mundo, no dia 26 de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;     Durante todo o sábado, no Aterro do Flamengo, artistas das mais diversas linguagens, ONGs, Grupos das mais diversas atividades, pessoas que acreditam que um outro mundo é possível estiveram reunidos para  rica troca de informações.&lt;br /&gt;     Do Moitará, estivemos Eu (Eliana Ribeiro), Ana Mainardi, Bruna Estrella e Aline Cabral , a mais recente integrante da Tribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1975780350633262908?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1975780350633262908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1975780350633262908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1975780350633262908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1975780350633262908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribo-do-moitar-de-histrias-do-ponto-do.html' title='A Tribo do Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto participando do Fórum Social Mundial 2008'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R53bpcXjivI/AAAAAAAAA1w/f4ayy_BrqZw/s72-c/blogforum3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6980776014832951383</id><published>2007-12-22T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:32:55.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete tipos de paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R22d68fRpDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/__Ciy5PSqIs/s1600-h/aymara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R22d68fRpDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/__Ciy5PSqIs/s320/aymara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146943585149625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Os índios Aymara, que habitam há séculos as margens do lago Titicaca, nos Andes, defendem a necessidade de &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;sete diferentes tipos de paz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A primeira é para dentro de si&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Consigo próprio, na saúde do corpo, na lucidez da mente, no prazer do seu trabalho, na correspondência dos seus amores. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A segunda é para cima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Com o espírito de seus antepassados, com a vontade de Deus. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A terceira paz é para frente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, com seu passado. A arrogante cultura ocidental põe o passado para trás. Já os Aymara põem o passado à frente, porque ele é o conhecido, o visto, o vivido. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A quarta paz é para trás&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, com seu futuro. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A quinta é para o lado esquerdo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, com seus próximos. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A sexta paz é para o lado direito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, com seus vizinhos. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A sétima paz é para baixo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, com a terra que você&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pisa, de onde virá seu sustento. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para cada leitor, eu desejo esses sete tipos de paz, com base na sabedoria Aymara. Mas desejo que, além das sete formas de paz, você tenha planos para construí-las. Das sete, cinco dependem apenas de você e sua família, de sua introspecção, sua espiritualidade, suas amizades.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Mas para a da direita e para baixo, dependem de sua ação social e política. Dependem de luta. (...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo a cada leitor muita paz. A paz completa dos Aymara, e uma vida que assegure as cinco formas de paz vindas de você e da família, quanto as duas outras que vêm da luta política e social de que o Brasil e o mundo precisam. Afinal,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus, que deu início a esse sentimento natalino, é um exemplo da paz interna e da luta por um mundo melhor, no qual todos vivam em paz.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Desejo-lhe sete tipos de paz neste Natal, e que, em 2008, você lute para ter direito a eles. Feliz Natal, Próspero 2008, sete formas de paz para você. E muita participação para construí-las. Porque a paz não acontece, ela é construída."&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;PAZ E LUTA .&lt;br /&gt;Cristovam Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;O Globo&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, 22 de dezembro de 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que a tradição deste continente seja um farol, iluminando nossa caminhada em 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O !Ponto do Conto deseja a você, e a todos que lhe são queridos, sete tipos de paz !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um grande abraço e BOAS HISTÓRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Eliana Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&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/1276752748610278890-6980776014832951383?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6980776014832951383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6980776014832951383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6980776014832951383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6980776014832951383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/12/sete-tipos-de-paz.html' title='Sete tipos de paz'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R22d68fRpDI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/__Ciy5PSqIs/s72-c/aymara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4346365509090019240</id><published>2007-11-29T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:41:24.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>VI Moitará de Histórias - fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R07BbsnXsnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SiAikx5kY6Q/s1600-h/Radamesnaarvorecopia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R07BbsnXsnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SiAikx5kY6Q/s400/Radamesnaarvorecopia1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138256906453234290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RADAMÉS NEFER TUT, Guardião do !Ponto do Conto, e árvore do Espaço POMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foto: Maria Cecília Dal Molim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O VI Moitará, fechando o ciclo de Moitarás de 2007, demonstrou as raízes e a renovação presentes em um círculo. As intregrantes Ana Luisa e Cleudes estão presentes desde o primeiro Moitará ; Telma e Dulce Eugênia iniciam, neste encontro, a participação em nossa Tribo.&lt;br /&gt;Este Moitará foi o mais afetivo deste ciclo. A troca de experiências significativas, que, segundo Walter BENJAMIN, é a Alma da narrativa, foi o bordado que entrelaçou as histórias preferidas _o tema deste encontro_ e as histórias de vida de cada contadora presente.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Ângela Philippini, coordenadora do Espaço POMAR, pelo apoio ao projeto e à Bruna Estrella pela participação na produção dos Moitarás.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço às Contadoras de Histórias presentes neste VI Moitará, pelos momentos de afetividade e encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AS FOTOS DO ENCONTRO  SÃO DE AUTORIA DE BRUNA ESTRELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-4346365509090019240?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4346365509090019240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4346365509090019240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4346365509090019240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4346365509090019240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/vi-moitar-de-histrias-fotos.html' title='VI Moitará de Histórias - fotos'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R07BbsnXsnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SiAikx5kY6Q/s72-c/Radamesnaarvorecopia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-275044538131533588</id><published>2007-11-28T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:42:37.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03OJcnXsjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iZBMLWwQmVk/s1600-h/moi6eliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03OJcnXsjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iZBMLWwQmVk/s400/moi6eliana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137989411595072050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aproveitei para estrear uma história: &lt;a href="http://pontodoconto.blogspot.com/search/label/hist%C3%B3rias%20para%20contar"&gt;Mito da Criação !kUNG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das propostas do Moitará: tornar-se um espaço no qual as histórias possam ser trabalhadas, arredondadas como as pedrinhas da cachoeira pela ação das águas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-275044538131533588?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/275044538131533588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=275044538131533588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/275044538131533588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/275044538131533588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/eliana-ribeiro.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03OJcnXsjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iZBMLWwQmVk/s72-c/moi6eliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-586203281513234183</id><published>2007-11-28T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:21:33.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Luisa Mainardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03ML8nXsiI/AAAAAAAAAug/m6dACpIStxQ/s1600-h/moi6ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03ML8nXsiI/AAAAAAAAAug/m6dACpIStxQ/s400/moi6ana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137987255521489442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ana Luisa Mainardi trouxe o conto, a imagem e a performance. A partir da história de uma fábrica de retalhos brancos que decidem viajar pelo mundo, adquirindo cores e padronagens, a contadora de histórias confeccionou um belo livro de pano, de onde os retalhinhos saltavam para mostrar o resultado das aventuras. A contação de histórias com objetos requer um grande cuidado para que a cadência do conto não se perca; Ana envolveu-nos com sua performance delicada , ritmada  e seu trabalho plástico de grande beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-586203281513234183?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/586203281513234183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=586203281513234183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/586203281513234183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/586203281513234183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/ana-luisa-mainardi.html' title='Ana Luisa Mainardi'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03ML8nXsiI/AAAAAAAAAug/m6dACpIStxQ/s72-c/moi6ana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2273348236915291688</id><published>2007-11-28T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:09:10.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cleudes Werneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03J1MnXsgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UyWSVOeUFS4/s1600-h/moi6cleudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03J1MnXsgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UyWSVOeUFS4/s400/moi6cleudes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137984665656209922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cleudes Werneck trouxe um conto sobre janelas que se abrem para paisagens imaginadas; descritas com os olhos do coração. Cleudes, presente no primeiro Moitará, fez questão de estar neste, que encerra o ciclo de Moitarás de 2007, para celebrar a figura do Contador de Histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-2273348236915291688?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2273348236915291688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2273348236915291688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2273348236915291688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2273348236915291688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/cleudes-werneck.html' title='Cleudes Werneck'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R03J1MnXsgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UyWSVOeUFS4/s72-c/moi6cleudes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4599988278374494321</id><published>2007-11-28T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:13:01.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Telma Lucia Moreira Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02twsnXsfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/DHej6YcH8nw/s1600-h/moi6telma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02twsnXsfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/DHej6YcH8nw/s400/moi6telma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137953802021220850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Telma Lucia é a nova integrante da Tribo do Moitará. A simpática professora, com um repertório brasileiríssimo, pesquisado no mestre Câmara Cascudo, brindou-nos com a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moura Torta &lt;/span&gt;. A doçura de Telma assinala a chegada de  uma contadora de histórias portadora das boas palavras e que, certamente promoverá o encantamento.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-4599988278374494321?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4599988278374494321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4599988278374494321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4599988278374494321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4599988278374494321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/telma-lucia-moreira-vieira.html' title='Telma Lucia Moreira Vieira'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02twsnXsfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/DHej6YcH8nw/s72-c/moi6telma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2613741335060937268</id><published>2007-11-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:02:10.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Dulce Eugênia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02rfsnXseI/AAAAAAAAAuA/OSJpFEcTkkM/s1600-h/moi6dulce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02rfsnXseI/AAAAAAAAAuA/OSJpFEcTkkM/s400/moi6dulce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137951310940189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dulce Eugênia Oliveira da Silva Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é uma das mais novas integrantes da nossa Tribo. Assistente Social, contadora de histórias, participante em projetos da rede de lojas Mundo Verde, Dulce Eugênia compartilhou uma versão belíssima da Lenda da Vitória Régia, recriada a partir da leitura de vários mitos. Compartilhou também um pouco da sua história, da história de seu nome, enfim, todos aqueles preciosos detalhes que dão identidade a um contador de histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-2613741335060937268?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2613741335060937268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2613741335060937268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2613741335060937268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2613741335060937268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/dulce-eugnia.html' title='Dulce Eugênia'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02rfsnXseI/AAAAAAAAAuA/OSJpFEcTkkM/s72-c/moi6dulce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1959549803236994102</id><published>2007-11-28T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:53:19.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>Bruna Estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02ohcnXsdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JRzp0j_IMS0/s1600-h/moi6bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02ohcnXsdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JRzp0j_IMS0/s400/moi6bruna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137948042470076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bruna Estrella, nossa cinegrafista/fotógrafa oficial, vem desde o III Moitará, participando também como contadora de histórias. Desta vez ela contou duas histórias, que fazem do repertório de Bia Bedram.  "A maior história do mundo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixa passar os patinhos... Deixa passar os patinhos &lt;/span&gt;... cantou Bruna em homenagem ao Contador de Histórias, aquele que é capaz de acrescentar graça a uma fila de patinhos que nadam leeeentamente e, com essa graça,  convencer a um Rei.&lt;br /&gt;A outra história, cheia de ritmo e travessura, foi sobre um menino que recebe um nome do Anjo e outro nome do Capeta. Diga-se de passagem, bem que tentamos pronunciar os dois nomes, mas só Bruna conseguiu essa proeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1959549803236994102?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1959549803236994102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1959549803236994102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1959549803236994102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1959549803236994102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/bruna-estrella.html' title='Bruna Estrella'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02ohcnXsdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JRzp0j_IMS0/s72-c/moi6bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2782553354995228201</id><published>2007-11-28T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:11:09.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>A Tribo do VI Moitará</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02h9cnXsbI/AAAAAAAAAto/PEpN3e5KPF4/s1600-h/moi6tribo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02h9cnXsbI/AAAAAAAAAto/PEpN3e5KPF4/s400/moi6tribo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137940826925019570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que um novo ciclo, pleno de boas histórias, se inicie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o próximo Moitará !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até 2008 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-2782553354995228201?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2782553354995228201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2782553354995228201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2782553354995228201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2782553354995228201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/tribo-do-vi-moitar.html' title='A Tribo do VI Moitará'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02h9cnXsbI/AAAAAAAAAto/PEpN3e5KPF4/s72-c/moi6tribo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6624688706822898557</id><published>2007-11-28T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:30:08.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V Moitará'/><title type='text'>V Moitará de Histórias - Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02hd8nXsaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NBbmGUjOekU/s1600-h/V+MOITARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02hd8nXsaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NBbmGUjOekU/s200/V+MOITARA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137940285759140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As fotos do V Moitará de Histórias estão em processo de restauração.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brevemente serão publicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-6624688706822898557?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6624688706822898557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6624688706822898557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6624688706822898557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6624688706822898557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/v-moitar-de-histrias-fotos.html' title='V Moitará de Histórias - Fotos'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/R02hd8nXsaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NBbmGUjOekU/s72-c/V+MOITARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-457867832320970499</id><published>2007-11-14T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:11:09.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI Moitará'/><title type='text'>VI Moitará de Histórias - convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RzuiSieYz0I/AAAAAAAAApc/NqOkLa4Rq6k/s1600-h/moi6divu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132874639694417730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RzuiSieYz0I/AAAAAAAAApc/NqOkLa4Rq6k/s400/moi6divu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RzuiSieYz0I/AAAAAAAAApc/NqOkLa4Rq6k/s1600-h/moi6divu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IMAGEM DA DIVULGAÇÃO: MONTAGEM FEITA A PARTIR DE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The storyteller - &lt;/span&gt;kathleen Wilson , disponível em www.artconnection.org/kathleen.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Old Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;disponível em http://www.firstpeople.us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Contador de Histórias -&lt;/span&gt; Miguel Sampaio de Souza e Silva, disponível em http://doidivana.zip.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Errata: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clínica POMAR - Rua Engenheiro Adel&lt;/span&gt; 62, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;casa 2 , Tijuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-457867832320970499?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/457867832320970499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=457867832320970499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/457867832320970499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/457867832320970499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/11/vi-moitar-de-histrias-convite_14.html' title='VI Moitará de Histórias - convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RzuiSieYz0I/AAAAAAAAApc/NqOkLa4Rq6k/s72-c/moi6divu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5829349718056491045</id><published>2007-10-14T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:03:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RxJZrEsALqI/AAAAAAAAAno/R_CdchGuhVw/s1600-h/If%C3%A1,divulga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254322801225378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RxJZrEsALqI/AAAAAAAAAno/R_CdchGuhVw/s400/If%C3%A1,divulga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-5829349718056491045?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5829349718056491045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5829349718056491045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5829349718056491045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5829349718056491045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/10/curso.html' title='Encontro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RxJZrEsALqI/AAAAAAAAAno/R_CdchGuhVw/s72-c/If%C3%A1,divulga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8830847994122960814</id><published>2007-08-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:30:08.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V Moitará'/><title type='text'>V Moitará de Histórias:Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RrPM3nBxGFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0FV2DrlI-uo/s1600-h/V+MOITARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094640859227428946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RrPM3nBxGFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0FV2DrlI-uo/s400/V+MOITARA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O !Ponto do Conto convida para o V Moitará de Histórias :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Louco, o Guerreiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Rei e o Enamorado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CELEBRANDO O MASCULINO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Conte uma história e traga 20 cópias da mesma para um escambo de bendizeres.Ao final do encontro, cada participante terá um repertório de histórias sobre o Homem e o Masculino, construído, coletivamente,com a Palavra de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIA 19 DE AGOSTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAS15:00 ÁS 18:00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inscrição: R$ 10,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pelo telefone: (21) 3393- 1661 ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pelo e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Local: CLÍNICA POMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rua Engenheiro Adel 62 Casa 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tijuca, Rio de JANEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao confirmar a inscrição, deixe um telefone ou e-mail para contato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;IMAGEM: Montagem feita a partir de cartas do Tarot  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist's Inner Vision;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disponível em &lt;a href="http://taroteca.multiply.com/"&gt;http://taroteca.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-8830847994122960814?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8830847994122960814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8830847994122960814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8830847994122960814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8830847994122960814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-ponto-do-conto-convida-para-o-v.html' title='V Moitará de Histórias:Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RrPM3nBxGFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0FV2DrlI-uo/s72-c/V+MOITARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6509854540954984632</id><published>2007-07-26T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Fotos do IV Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjrInBxF4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mTaVAPeusyc/s1600-h/Figa%2520baiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091577911890220930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjrInBxF4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mTaVAPeusyc/s400/Figa%2520baiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O IV Moitará de histórias representou uma transformação qualitativa (que já se esboçara no III Moitará); passamos a refletir sobre o repertório, apresentado a partir do tema proposto.Verificamos que a representação da religiosidade popular, nesta tribo que se reuniu para o escambo de narrativas, foi através de imagens da tradição católica. Sinalizamos, também, a presença de histórias sobre a morte. No &lt;em&gt;bate-papo&lt;/em&gt; que sempre acontece após encontro, concluímos que o tema ressoou em nossas raízes familiares, tanto que foram lembrados os tios e avós contadores de histórias. Agradeço ao Povo das Histórias que, além da troca de narrativas, propiciou momentos de reflexão e construção de uma &lt;em&gt;sabedoria coletiva.&lt;/em&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/1276752748610278890-6509854540954984632?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6509854540954984632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6509854540954984632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6509854540954984632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6509854540954984632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/fotos-do-iv-moitar-de-histrias.html' title='Fotos do IV Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjrInBxF4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/mTaVAPeusyc/s72-c/Figa%2520baiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8845490827535901</id><published>2007-07-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjn1XBxF3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8SJt5DvwT0Y/s1600-h/moi4eliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091574282642855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjn1XBxF3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8SJt5DvwT0Y/s400/moi4eliana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iniciei o Moitará com um causo que ouvi, quando criança. de minha bisavó. Me contava bisa Anna que, em Viana do Castelo, sua terra natal, uma moça fez uma série de promessas para Santo Antônio. Como o santo não realizava o tão pretendido milagre _ um casamento_ a moça, com raiva, atirou o pobre santinho pela janela e... acertou o nariz de um moço bonito que por ali passava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como quem conta um conto acrescenta um ponto, no momento da narrativa, dei a entender que o moço garboso que o santinho casamenteiro atingira era meu bisavô. Contar esse causo teve o sabor de café com rabanadas(um dos pratos preferidos da bisa).&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/1276752748610278890-8845490827535901?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8845490827535901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8845490827535901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8845490827535901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8845490827535901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/eliana-ribeiro_26.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjn1XBxF3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8SJt5DvwT0Y/s72-c/moi4eliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7500631611614877498</id><published>2007-07-26T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Giovana Olivieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjlYHBxF2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3vLMr_e6LD0/s1600-h/moi4giovana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091571581108426594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjlYHBxF2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3vLMr_e6LD0/s400/moi4giovana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A partir de um mergulho afetivo em suas raízes, integrando uma família com muitas crianças, Giovana Olivieri trouxe a questão da Morte. Após relatar a experiência de perda de um parente querido, Giovana constatou que as histórias propiciavam, principalmente às crianças, um continente e uma possibilidade de elaborar a morte como um fato da Vida. Apresentou, então, uma das histórias do livro &lt;em&gt;Contos de Enganar a Morte&lt;/em&gt;, de Ricardo Azevedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Giovana deu a notícia que está grávida! Aguardamos, então, a chegada de um pequeno contador ou de uma pequena contadora de histórias. E VIVA A VIDA!&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/1276752748610278890-7500631611614877498?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7500631611614877498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7500631611614877498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7500631611614877498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7500631611614877498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/giovana-olivieri.html' title='Giovana Olivieri'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjlYHBxF2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3vLMr_e6LD0/s72-c/moi4giovana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6966667978232570497</id><published>2007-07-26T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Nathália Soledade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjkfXBxF1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cHdyh6hAZAI/s1600-h/moi4nathalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091570606150850386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjkfXBxF1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cHdyh6hAZAI/s400/moi4nathalia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com a combinação de força e doçura que a caracteriza, Nathália Soledade, atriz e arteterapeuta em formação; narrou o surgimento de Aparecida, nossa Virgem Negra, das águas do rio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-6966667978232570497?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6966667978232570497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6966667978232570497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6966667978232570497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6966667978232570497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/nathlia-soledade.html' title='Nathália Soledade'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjkfXBxF1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cHdyh6hAZAI/s72-c/moi4nathalia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6035534853266147941</id><published>2007-07-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Diogo Carneiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjjH3BxF0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2iIeKAsUII/s1600-h/moi4diogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091569102912296770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjjH3BxF0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2iIeKAsUII/s400/moi4diogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Diogo Carneiro, que na foto aparece cantando com Nathália Soledade, fez sua participação cantando e encantando. Fez duo com Tiago Souza e abrilhantou nosso encontro com músicas - algumas de sua autoria. A presença de Diogo, nos Moitarás, é sempre garantia de afetividade e boas canções.&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/1276752748610278890-6035534853266147941?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6035534853266147941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6035534853266147941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6035534853266147941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6035534853266147941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/diogo-carneiro.html' title='Diogo Carneiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjjH3BxF0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/T2iIeKAsUII/s72-c/moi4diogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1815803304149554472</id><published>2007-07-26T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Tiago Souza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjhpnBxFzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t0_O84Pr5_M/s1600-h/moi4thiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091567483709626162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjhpnBxFzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t0_O84Pr5_M/s400/moi4thiago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O músico, assistente social e arteterapeuta em formação Tiago Souza trouxe-nos Francisco, o santo que louva a Criação; com canções, imagens da cidade de Assis, rezas e histórias, Tiago reiterou o cuidado pela Terra e a construção de uma cultura de Paz.&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/1276752748610278890-1815803304149554472?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1815803304149554472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1815803304149554472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1815803304149554472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1815803304149554472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/tiago-souza.html' title='Tiago Souza'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RqjhpnBxFzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t0_O84Pr5_M/s72-c/moi4thiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6661891399427222293</id><published>2007-07-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Patrícia Almeida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjc13BxFyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xW7U4wCh45A/s1600-h/moi4patricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091562196604884770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjc13BxFyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xW7U4wCh45A/s400/moi4patricia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Patrícia Almeida, estreando no Moitará, contou um causo em que vários Antônios comprovaram o poder de Santo Antônio. Foi um prazer ouvir Patrícia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-6661891399427222293?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6661891399427222293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6661891399427222293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6661891399427222293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6661891399427222293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/patrcia-almeida.html' title='Patrícia Almeida'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rqjc13BxFyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xW7U4wCh45A/s72-c/moi4patricia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4861305874416667750</id><published>2007-07-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Bruna Estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppImbTUrnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UhqwaErUKI8/s1600-h/moi4bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087458554069429874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppImbTUrnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UhqwaErUKI8/s400/moi4bruna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bruna Estrella assumiu definitivamente sua dupla jornada nos Moitarás: agora, além de documentar as narrativas em vídeo, ela também conta histórias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trouxe-nos um conto que adorava ouvir de sua mãe, na infância: &lt;em&gt;Dona Miséria, a mulher que enganou a Morte.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como quem conta um conto acrescenta um ponto, o conto, originário de um livro em espanhol, foi adaptado por Bruna. Portanto, segundo a narradora, quando dona Miséria liberou a Morte, todos os funcionários do IML tiveram seus empregos assegurados...&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/1276752748610278890-4861305874416667750?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4861305874416667750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4861305874416667750' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4861305874416667750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4861305874416667750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/bruna-estrella_15.html' title='Bruna Estrella'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppImbTUrnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UhqwaErUKI8/s72-c/moi4bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1608764844238881895</id><published>2007-07-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Luisa Mainardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppEurTUrmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PxsEbriy62M/s1600-h/moi4analuisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087454297756839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppEurTUrmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PxsEbriy62M/s400/moi4analuisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E Santo Antônio,  o  mais mencionado neste Moitará, retornou com a arteterapeuta e contadora de histórias Ana Mainardi, para relembrar que faz milagres, sim, mesmo quando atirado pela janela. Ana também lembrou que é sempre bom prometer ao santo bordar um manto azul. Então, MÃOS À OBRA! Agulha, linhas  e missangas para homenagear Santo Antônio!&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/1276752748610278890-1608764844238881895?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1608764844238881895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1608764844238881895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1608764844238881895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1608764844238881895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/ana-luisa-mainardi.html' title='Ana Luisa Mainardi'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppEurTUrmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PxsEbriy62M/s72-c/moi4analuisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8533778735509743119</id><published>2007-07-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>A Tribo do IV Moitará</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppDCrTUrlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f-mkFbxAYV8/s1600-h/moi4foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087452442330967634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppDCrTUrlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f-mkFbxAYV8/s400/moi4foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Até o próximo Moitará !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DIA 19 DE AGOSTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-8533778735509743119?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8533778735509743119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8533778735509743119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8533778735509743119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8533778735509743119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/tribo-do-iv-moitar.html' title='A Tribo do IV Moitará'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppDCrTUrlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f-mkFbxAYV8/s72-c/moi4foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2608052020334005913</id><published>2007-07-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:29:07.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV Moitará'/><title type='text'>IV Moitará de Histórias - Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppBELTUrkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nUatmfZmwFY/s1600-h/IV+moitar%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087450269077515842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppBELTUrkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nUatmfZmwFY/s400/IV+moitar%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SANTO DE CASA FAZ MILAGRES !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um mergulho na religiosidade de nossa gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Traga HISTÓRIAS; SIMPATIAS ou REZAS para qualquer santo, de qualquer Fé.  Traga cópias para um escambo de Palavras Abençoadas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao final do encontro, cada participante terá um repertório de histórias, construído, coletivamente,  com a Palavra de cada um.&lt;br /&gt; Um grande abraço&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dia 24 de junho de 2007&lt;br /&gt;Das 14:00h às 17:00h&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inscrição: R$ 10,00&lt;br /&gt;Pelo telefone: (21) 3393- 1661     ou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Local: Clínica Pomar&lt;br /&gt;Rua Engenheiro Adel 62, Casa 2,&lt;br /&gt;Tijuca,  Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AO CONFIRMAR A INSCRIÇÃO, DEIXE UM TELEFONE OU E-MAIL, PARA QUE POSSAMOS COMUNICAR O NÚMERO DE CÓPIAS NECESSÁRIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-2608052020334005913?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2608052020334005913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2608052020334005913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2608052020334005913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2608052020334005913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/iv-moitar-de-histrias-convite.html' title='IV Moitará de Histórias - Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RppBELTUrkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nUatmfZmwFY/s72-c/IV+moitar%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3167603049224413567</id><published>2007-07-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Fotos do III Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpgflrTUrgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IYVaRN7DExs/s1600-h/moi3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086850511254367746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpgflrTUrgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IYVaRN7DExs/s400/moi3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagem do livro O Casamento entre o Céu e a Terra.Leonardo Boff. Ed. Salamandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E então, quinhentos e sete anos depois da invasão das terras que hoje chamamos BRASIL, contadores de histórias se reuniram para celebrar os povos que aqui estão há mais de trinta mil anos. Foi o III Moitará de histórias do !Ponto do Conto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A sabedoria indígena, contida nas diversas histórias, chegou-nos por diversos caminhos: o caminho da transmissão oral, como Ana Cássia e sua avó Jubiaciara, da tribo dos Tremembé; chegou-nos, majoritariamente, através de pesquisa bibliogáfica (aqui incluída a web) e cariocamente, chegou-nos via samba enredo _ a primeira vez que ouvi o mito karajá de Tainah Kan foi em um samba de um bloco, na Ilha do Governador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agradeço ao Povo das Histórias por fazer-se presente em um domingo de sol bem carioca e mostrar a força efetiva e afetiva de uma Roda de Contação de Histórias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-3167603049224413567?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3167603049224413567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3167603049224413567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3167603049224413567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3167603049224413567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/fotos-do-iii-moitar-de-histrias.html' title='Fotos do III Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpgflrTUrgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IYVaRN7DExs/s72-c/moi3.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1703744312078890006</id><published>2007-07-12T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa7E7TUrfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ah5RXYpRig/s1600-h/moi3eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086458522474163698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa7E7TUrfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ah5RXYpRig/s400/moi3eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu iniciei o Moitará com a Palavra indígena do século XXI - o discurso feito pelo embaixador mexicano Guaicaípuro Cuatemoc, na Conferência dos chefes de estado da União Européia, Mercosul e Caribe, em Madri (maio de 2002) - a respeito da dívida externa. Sua Palavra representa todos os povos indígenas das Américas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Aqui estou eu, descendente dos que povoaram a América há 40 mil anos, para encontrar os que a "descobriram" só há 500 anos. O irmão europeu da aduana me pediu um papel escrito, um visto, para poder descobrir os que me descobriram. O irmão financista europeu me pede o pagamento _ao meu país_ com juros, de uma dívida contraída por Judas, a quem nunca autorizei que me vendesse. Outro irmão europeu me explica que toda dívida se paga com juros, mesmo que para isso sejam vendidos seres humanos e países inteios sem pedir-lhes consentimento. Eu também posso reclamar pagamento de juros .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Esses 185 mil quilos de ouro e 6 milhões de quilos de prata foram o primeiro de tantos emprétimos amigáveis da América destinados ao desenvolvimento da Europa. Pensar o contrário disso seria presumir a existência de crimes de guerra, o que daria direito a exigir não apenas a devolução, mas indenização por perdas e danos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Para celebrar o quinto centenário desse empréstimo, podemos perguntar: os irmãos europeus fizeram uso racional responsável ou pelo menos produtivo desses fundos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Muito peso em ouro e prata...quanto pesariam se calculados em sangue? Admitir que a Europa, em meio milênio, não conseguiu gerar riquezas suficientes para esses módicos juros, seria como admitir seu absluto fracasso financeiro e a dem~encia e irracionalidade dos conceitos capitalistas. (...) Exigimos assinatura de uma carta de intenções e que os obriguem a cumpri-la, sob pena de uma privaização ou conversão da Europa, de forma que lhes permitam entregar suas terras, como primeira prestação de dívida histórica."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Publicado no Jornal do Comércio - Recife/PE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1703744312078890006?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1703744312078890006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1703744312078890006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1703744312078890006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1703744312078890006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/eliana-ribeiro.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa7E7TUrfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ah5RXYpRig/s72-c/moi3eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5689993137011107941</id><published>2007-07-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Nathália Soledade e Diogo Carneiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa4jbTUreI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LyfqLfAE78o/s1600-h/moi3nathalidiogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086455747925290466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa4jbTUreI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LyfqLfAE78o/s400/moi3nathalidiogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com o cantar semelhante ao da &lt;em&gt;Uiara ou Iara,&lt;/em&gt; a sereia amazônica, Nathália Soledade cantou / encantou o mito da ninfa das águas, Mãe-D'Água. E Diogo Carneiro, lembrando-se que em criança passara por ritual no qual recebera um nome indígena, contou a &lt;em&gt;Vitória-Régia&lt;/em&gt; , a jovem índia apaixonada que se lança às águas misteriosas, sendo transformada por Jacy, a Lua , em uma estrela das águas - a Vitória-Régia. &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/1276752748610278890-5689993137011107941?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5689993137011107941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5689993137011107941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5689993137011107941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5689993137011107941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/nathlia-soledade-e-diogo-carneiro.html' title='Nathália Soledade e Diogo Carneiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/Rpa4jbTUreI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LyfqLfAE78o/s72-c/moi3nathalidiogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3467834866667937340</id><published>2007-07-11T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Bruna Estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUyLDqsBsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WnViZyer-sU/s1600-h/moi3bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086026519729145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUyLDqsBsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WnViZyer-sU/s400/moi3bruna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bruna Estrella, responsável pela documentação em vídeo do Moitará, ampliou sua participação... Trouxe um alerta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Quando a última árvore tiver caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando o último rio tiver secado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando o último peixe for pescado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;aí sim, vocês vão entender que dinheiro não se come."&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/1276752748610278890-3467834866667937340?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3467834866667937340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3467834866667937340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3467834866667937340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3467834866667937340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/bruna-estrella.html' title='Bruna Estrella'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUyLDqsBsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WnViZyer-sU/s72-c/moi3bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3348126413373911065</id><published>2007-07-11T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Cássia Nogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUvrjqsBrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sO3hwB6HUF8/s1600-h/moi3anacassia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086023779540010674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUvrjqsBrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sO3hwB6HUF8/s400/moi3anacassia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com a força criativa da Lama, Ana Cássia Nogueira, arteterapeuta e contadora de histórias, maravilhou a roda do Moitará com um conto, reescrito a partir de história ouvida de sua avó, Jubiaciara, da tribo dos Tremembé, uma das tribos que ainda resistem no sertão do Ceará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;" E minha avó, com os olhos emocionados como se tivesse assistido a tudo aquilo, terminava a história dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;_É daí, Ana! É daí que vem a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Foi assim que eu aprendi a reseitar a lama e todos os peixes, rãs, cobras e grilos, que vieam dela e ue abriram camino para nós... Com minha avó, JUBIACIARA, índia da tribo Tremembé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fica registrada a solicitação para que Ana Cássia, poeta que é, publique os contos aprendidos com Jubiaciara, sua avó.&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/1276752748610278890-3348126413373911065?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3348126413373911065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3348126413373911065' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3348126413373911065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3348126413373911065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/ana-cssia-nogueira.html' title='Ana Cássia Nogueira'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUvrjqsBrI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sO3hwB6HUF8/s72-c/moi3anacassia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3144971910184953120</id><published>2007-07-11T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUrKjqsBqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/z8OD-Nkdjus/s1600-h/moi3maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086018814557816482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUrKjqsBqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/z8OD-Nkdjus/s400/moi3maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Soares, contadora de histórias voluntária do Projeto Viva e Deixe Viver e professora de História em formação, troxe quatro preciosidades para o III Moitará: Cláudia, Maria Victória, Ana Clara e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Princípio do Mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Todas as coisas estavam envoltas numa escuridão impenetrável; uma neblina densa cobria a terra. Saíram das trevas dois índios: um Caruçacahy (Caru), grande e corpulento; uotro, Rairu seu filho..." &lt;em&gt;Fonte: Lendas Indígenas - Gráfica Ed.Aquarela, SP, 1962)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-3144971910184953120?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3144971910184953120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3144971910184953120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3144971910184953120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3144971910184953120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-soares.html' title='Maria Soares'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUrKjqsBqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/z8OD-Nkdjus/s72-c/moi3maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5749976069243235951</id><published>2007-07-11T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cláudia Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUoSDqsBpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BBtg2GWDQks/s1600-h/moi3claudia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086015644871952018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUoSDqsBpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BBtg2GWDQks/s400/moi3claudia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cláudia Soares esteou no Moitará com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuát e Iaê - A conquista do dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;'No princípio so havia a noite. Os irmãos Kuát e Iaê - o Sol e a Lua - já haviam sido criados, mas não sabiam como conquistar o dia. Este pertencia a Urubutsim (Urubu-rei), o chefe dos pássaros..."&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/1276752748610278890-5749976069243235951?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5749976069243235951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5749976069243235951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5749976069243235951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5749976069243235951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/cludia-soares.html' title='Cláudia Soares'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpUoSDqsBpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BBtg2GWDQks/s72-c/moi3claudia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4370700346052238353</id><published>2007-07-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Victória Mattoso e Ana Clara Mattoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ6ezqsBoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xJzThZ4BX8U/s1600-h/moi3victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085754180147873410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ6ezqsBoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xJzThZ4BX8U/s400/moi3victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na primeira foto, Maria Victória Mattoso e na segunda, Maria Victória, Cláudia Soares e Ana Clara Mattoso, as três mais jovens integrantes da tribo do III Moitará. Estreantes em contação de histórias, pesquisaram belos mitos de origem. Maria Victória apresentou a criação do amor, em uma versão de Couto de Magalhães:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"No começo havia a escuridão. Então nasceu o sol,Guaracy. Um dia ele ficou cansado e precisou dormir. Quando fechou os olhos tudo ficou escuro. Para iluminar a escuridão enquanto dormia, ele criou a lua, Jacy. Ele riou uma lua tão bonita que imediatamente apaixonou-se por ela. Mas, quando o sol abria os olhos para admirar a lua tudo seiluminava e ela desaparecia. Guaracy criou então , o amor , &lt;em&gt;Rudá , &lt;/em&gt;seu mensageiro..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Clara Matoso troxe a origem do arco-íris, segundo duas tradições indígenas: &lt;em&gt;Kaxinawá&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Kaiapó .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;/em&gt;pesquisa de Ana Clara teve como base:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para o mito Kaxinawá: &lt;em&gt;Rã-txa-huni-ku-í, a Língua dos Caxinauás, &lt;/em&gt;João Capistrano de Abreu, 1914.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para o mito Kaiapó: Curt Nimuendaju, &lt;em&gt;Revista do Patrimônio Histórico e Artístico Nacional&lt;/em&gt;, 1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/1276752748610278890-4370700346052238353?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4370700346052238353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4370700346052238353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4370700346052238353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4370700346052238353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-vitria-mattoso-e-ana-clara.html' title='Maria Victória Mattoso e Ana Clara Mattoso'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ6ezqsBoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xJzThZ4BX8U/s72-c/moi3victoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3181207328109080779</id><published>2007-07-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:31.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Dauá Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ3fzqsBnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z276RBI-9ew/s1600-h/moi3daua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085750898792859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ3fzqsBnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z276RBI-9ew/s400/moi3daua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O contador de histórias e escritor Dauá Silva, ele próprio com ascendência guarani, apresentou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Iacaré e o índio Tuxim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de sua autoria e avisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"sempre que for a um rio pescar ou banhar, tome cuidado e se previna...se nã o Iacaré pode te abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dauá levou instrumentos musicais, cantou e acrescentou sons a diversas narrativas.&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/1276752748610278890-3181207328109080779?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3181207328109080779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3181207328109080779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3181207328109080779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3181207328109080779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/dau-silva.html' title='Dauá Silva'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQ3fzqsBnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z276RBI-9ew/s72-c/moi3daua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2742026001272190901</id><published>2007-07-10T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Helayne Costa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQMCzqsBmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-tqWxNe2oDQ/s1600-h/moi3helani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085703121576658530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQMCzqsBmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-tqWxNe2oDQ/s400/moi3helani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A arteterapeuta Helayne Costa narrou &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mai Pituna Oiuquai Ana&lt;/strong&gt; (como a noite apareceu).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;" Na terra verde e faceira, tudo era luz... a hiléia parecia recoberta de uma imensa tapeçaria cor de ouro, tecida pelo tear brilhante do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;As trevas dormiam no silêncio misterioso das grandes águas, guardadas pela Boiuna em seu palácio, cheio de srtilégios e encantamentos..."&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/1276752748610278890-2742026001272190901?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2742026001272190901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2742026001272190901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2742026001272190901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2742026001272190901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/helayne-costa.html' title='Helayne Costa'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQMCzqsBmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-tqWxNe2oDQ/s72-c/moi3helani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-981895123676277176</id><published>2007-07-10T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Luciana Barbosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQKGjqsBlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mCdUaAwMLDo/s1600-h/moi3marialuciana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085700986977912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQKGjqsBlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mCdUaAwMLDo/s400/moi3marialuciana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Luciana Barbosa, que no II Moitará fizera a opção da escuta carinhosa, neste III Moitará narrou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potyra, as lágrimas eternas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-981895123676277176?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/981895123676277176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=981895123676277176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/981895123676277176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/981895123676277176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-luciana-barbosa.html' title='Maria Luciana Barbosa'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpQKGjqsBlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mCdUaAwMLDo/s72-c/moi3marialuciana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3377240008295332801</id><published>2007-07-10T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Carmem Simas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpO4HjqsBkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TZYJrTP0h_g/s1600-h/moi3carmem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085610844204303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpO4HjqsBkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TZYJrTP0h_g/s400/moi3carmem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carmem Simas brindou o Moitará com um relato de Orlando Villas Bôas sobre um...Moitará. Na descrição do encontro entre &lt;em&gt;TRUMAÍS&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;KAMAIURÁS&lt;/em&gt;, percebemos que o valor dos bens a serem trocados em um Moitará diferem, e muito, do valor atribuído por nós, os assim chamados &lt;em&gt;civilizados. &lt;/em&gt;Leia o relato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;" Não é comum, mas acontece vez ou outra de uma aldeia entrar em crise alimentar. A roça de mandioca, o grande celeiro, é um convite á vara de porcos-queixada, voraz e destruidora. . Os índios trumaís _ língua isolada _ convidaram os kamaiurás _ língua tupi _ para o Moitará (comércio de troca). Nosso acampamento foi o escolhido para o ato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Os trumaís foram os primeiros a chegar, não iam além de uns vinte ou trinta, homens e mulheres. Os camaiurás estavam mais representados, talvez uns sessenta ou setenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Os dois grupos, formando dois semicírculos, ficaram defronte um ao outro, , cada qual num dos lados de um pequeno espaço no pátio do acampamento, que havia sido cuidadosamente varrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;O primeiro a falar foi Tamapu, chefe kamaiurá, que foi logo dizendo que sua gente ali representada pelos chefes de grupo se dispunha a atender o convite, embora não dispusesse, no momento, de coisas à altura do interesse dos trumaí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Logo em seguida, Aluari, chefe trumaí, começou falando que sua gente estava atravessando uma situação difícil. Novos numa área de ocupação, vinham se suprindo quase que exclusivamente de peixe. As roças novas haviam sido destruídas por avanços periódicos de varas de porcos-queixada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Foi aí que uma surpresa confundiu o ambiente Aluari avançou até a área preparada para serem postos os objetos de troca e exclamou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;_ A fome ronda nossa aldeia. Por isso, propomos a troca desta porção de pequi por mandioca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;E depositou na área de troca uma minúscula massa de pequi do tamanho de um grão de milho, voltando para seu lugar. Não houve um só minuto de indecisão. Tamapu avançou, tomou uma migalha da massa e a colocou na boca. E m seguida, ofereceu aos chefes dos grupos de sua aldeia. Não houve quem recusasse, mas era quase uma provação simbólica do pequi. Tamapu, dirigindo-se ao chefe trumaí, avisou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;_Amanhã, aqui mesmo, traremos a mandioca do Moitará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;A reunião foi desfeita. Cada qual seguiu para sua aldeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;No dia seguinte, logo pela manhã, foram chegando os índios com a carga pesada. Os trumaís lá estavam para recebê-la. A nós coube auxiliar o transporte para a aldeia, nada menos que 800 quilos de mandioca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Comentando com os trumaís a magnanimidade camaiurá, eles argumentaram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;_Não. Eles comeram o pequi. Foi feito o Moitará."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Penso em quantas pessoas já ouvi dizer que gostariam de participar do Moitará, mas que nunca haviam contado histórias.Então digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;_Traga sua massa de pequi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-3377240008295332801?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3377240008295332801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3377240008295332801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3377240008295332801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3377240008295332801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/carmem-simas.html' title='Carmem Simas'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpO4HjqsBkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TZYJrTP0h_g/s72-c/moi3carmem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-395892052789809037</id><published>2007-07-10T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Abigail Domingues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOqJDqsBjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MrEo8w4bhQY/s1600-h/moi3mariaabigail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085595476811318834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOqJDqsBjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MrEo8w4bhQY/s400/moi3mariaabigail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Abigail Domingues trouxe o mito Setere-Maué que fala sobre a origem do guaraná.&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/1276752748610278890-395892052789809037?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/395892052789809037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=395892052789809037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/395892052789809037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/395892052789809037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-abigail-domingues.html' title='Maria Abigail Domingues'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOqJDqsBjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MrEo8w4bhQY/s72-c/moi3mariaabigail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4167225947756259145</id><published>2007-07-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Francisca Nazareth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOnkzqsBiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wndYCTpegBs/s1600-h/moi3mariafrancisca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085592655017805346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOnkzqsBiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wndYCTpegBs/s400/moi3mariafrancisca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A arteterapeuta Maria Francisca Nazareth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;demonstrou que, neste século XXI, a web se apresenta como um recurso a mais para a formação do repertório do contador de histórias. Ofereceu á roda do Moitará a lenda do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirarucu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, da nação dos UAIÁS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-4167225947756259145?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4167225947756259145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4167225947756259145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4167225947756259145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4167225947756259145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-francisca-nazareth.html' title='Maria Francisca Nazareth'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOnkzqsBiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wndYCTpegBs/s72-c/moi3mariafrancisca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-509718990992208751</id><published>2007-07-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cleudes Werneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOZSTqsBhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LbImR4_7T98/s1600-h/moi3cleudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085576944027436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOZSTqsBhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LbImR4_7T98/s400/moi3cleudes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cleudes Werneck trouxe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Pássaro da Sorte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o mito do uirapuru, recontado por Clarice Lispector em seu livro &lt;em&gt;Como nasceram as estrelas, &lt;/em&gt;da Editora Nova Fronteira.&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/1276752748610278890-509718990992208751?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/509718990992208751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=509718990992208751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/509718990992208751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/509718990992208751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/cleudes-werneck.html' title='Cleudes Werneck'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOZSTqsBhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LbImR4_7T98/s72-c/moi3cleudes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-687739232042091830</id><published>2007-07-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Lúcia Pó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOWqTqsBgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Sbih6zfJXxo/s1600-h/moi3analuciapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085574057809413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOWqTqsBgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Sbih6zfJXxo/s400/moi3analuciapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Lúcia Pó (com o cocar e maraca nas mãos), Focalizadora de Danças Circulares, convocou o grupo a chamar nossos espíritos para o Círculo do Moitará. Cantamos, então, as vogais de nossos nomes, em um rito simples e belo, fazendo circular a Roda. Fizemos o chamado ao iníciar e ao encerrar o Moitará.&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/1276752748610278890-687739232042091830?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/687739232042091830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=687739232042091830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/687739232042091830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/687739232042091830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/ana-lcia-p.html' title='Ana Lúcia Pó'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOWqTqsBgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Sbih6zfJXxo/s72-c/moi3analuciapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7044563269935055826</id><published>2007-07-10T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>A Tribo do III Moitará</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOUdTqsBfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/o5E78zc2sMI/s1600-h/moi3fotogeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085571635447858674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOUdTqsBfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/o5E78zc2sMI/s400/moi3fotogeral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o próximo MOITARÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 24 de junho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-7044563269935055826?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7044563269935055826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7044563269935055826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7044563269935055826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7044563269935055826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/tribo-do-iii-moitar.html' title='A Tribo do III Moitará'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOUdTqsBfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/o5E78zc2sMI/s72-c/moi3fotogeral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-9117950452466539991</id><published>2007-07-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:27:04.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='III Moitará'/><title type='text'>III Moitará de Histórias- Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOS3zqsBeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gUy_oXCvwfc/s1600-h/imagemoi3convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085569891691136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOS3zqsBeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gUy_oXCvwfc/s400/imagemoi3convite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trinta mil anos de sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Narrar é resistir!&lt;br /&gt;Na data da invasão das terras que hoje chamamos Brasil, vamos bendizer os povos indígenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conte um mito ou lenda de uma NAÇÃO INDÍGENA. Traga cópias para um escambo de Palavras Ancestrais.&lt;br /&gt;Ao final do encontro, cada participante terá um repertório de histórias, construído, coletivamente,  com a Palavra de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 22 de abril de 2007&lt;br /&gt;Das 15:00h às 18:00h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Inscrição: R$ 10,00&lt;br /&gt;Pelo telefone: (21) 3393- 1661     ou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local: Clínica Pomar&lt;br /&gt;Rua Engenheiro Adel 62, Casa 2,&lt;br /&gt;Tijuca,  Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AO CONFIRMAR A INSCRIÇÃO, DEIXE UM TELEFONE OU E-MAIL, PARA QUE POSSAMOS COMUNICAR O NÚMERO DE CÓPIAS NECESSÁRIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-9117950452466539991?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/9117950452466539991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=9117950452466539991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/9117950452466539991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/9117950452466539991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/07/iii-moitar-de-histrias-convite.html' title='III Moitará de Histórias- Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RpOS3zqsBeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gUy_oXCvwfc/s72-c/imagemoi3convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-111818035271454446</id><published>2007-06-25T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Fotos do II Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBmMilBZMI/AAAAAAAAASU/mkomaj0lYvY/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+mulher6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080172745300468930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBmMilBZMI/AAAAAAAAASU/mkomaj0lYvY/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+mulher6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...E então, numa uma noite de Lua Cheia, no dia 8 de março, Mulheres e Homens se reuniram em um círculo, para bendizer o Feminino.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o II Moitará de Histórias do !Ponto do Conto.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao povo das histórias que, no Rio de Janeiro e em São Paulo, fez valer a força da Palavra e da Roda de Contação!&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&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/1276752748610278890-111818035271454446?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/111818035271454446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=111818035271454446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/111818035271454446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/111818035271454446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/fotos-dos-ii-moitar-de-histrias.html' title='Fotos do II Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBmMilBZMI/AAAAAAAAASU/mkomaj0lYvY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+mulher6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-476914589873101169</id><published>2007-06-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Bruna Estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBluilBZLI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZaO-B-p5ObA/s1600-h/moi2bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080172229904393394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBluilBZLI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZaO-B-p5ObA/s400/moi2bruna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agradeço à Bruna Estrella, responsável pela filmagem do II MOITARÁ , pelo apoio dado durante a realização do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;(*) As fotos do II MOITARÁ foram feitas a partir da filmagem.&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/1276752748610278890-476914589873101169?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/476914589873101169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=476914589873101169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/476914589873101169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/476914589873101169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/bruna-estrella.html' title='Bruna Estrella'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBluilBZLI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZaO-B-p5ObA/s72-c/moi2bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7026811041473085800</id><published>2007-06-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>O Moitará de Histórias em São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBlMSlBZKI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qw99TkExJWI/s1600-h/moi2sampa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080171641493873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBlMSlBZKI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qw99TkExJWI/s400/moi2sampa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Moitará de Histórias sobre a Mulher aconteceu também em São Paulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coordenado pela artista plástica Virgínia Pirondi,no&lt;br /&gt;Atelier de Cerâmica Virgínia Christoni Pirondi,&lt;br /&gt;contou com a participação de Janice Pires, Renata Elandra, Marisa Nieri, Margarida Lima, Sosô Fernandes e Sílvia Carla Itaboraí.&lt;br /&gt;Realizado no mesmo dia e horário que o do Rio de Janeiro, estabeleceu uma grande corrente de bendizeres!&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/1276752748610278890-7026811041473085800?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7026811041473085800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7026811041473085800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7026811041473085800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7026811041473085800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-moitar-de-histrias-em-so-paulo.html' title='O Moitará de Histórias em São Paulo'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBlMSlBZKI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qw99TkExJWI/s72-c/moi2sampa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1596026991038046711</id><published>2007-06-25T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkmClBZJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z3o2X4qMz2A/s1600-h/moi2eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080170984363877522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkmClBZJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z3o2X4qMz2A/s400/moi2eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Eu, Eliana Ribeiro, abri o MOITARÁ do Rio de Janeiro, com a história de Neusa, uma deslumbrante e sábia senhora que conheci em um dos abrigos da Prefeitura do Rio de Janeiro, destinados aos cidadãos invisíveis- os moradores de rua. Depois, segui com a memória da militância feminista, com a música Mulheres do Brasil, de Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;"No tempo em que a maçã foi inventada&lt;br /&gt;Antes da pólvora, da roda e do jornal&lt;br /&gt;A mulher passou a ser culpada&lt;br /&gt;Pelos deslizes do Pecado Original&lt;br /&gt;Guardiã de todas as virtudes&lt;br /&gt;Santas e Megeras, Pecadoras e Donzelas&lt;br /&gt;Filhas de Maria ou deusas lá de Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;São irmãs porque a Mãe Natureza fez todas tão belas(...)&lt;br /&gt;São donas de casa, professoras, bailarinas&lt;br /&gt;Moças operárias, prostitutas, meninas&lt;br /&gt;Lá do breu das brumas vem chegado a bandeira&lt;br /&gt;SÁÚDA O POVO E PEDE PASSAGEM A MULHER BRASILEIRA"&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/1276752748610278890-1596026991038046711?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1596026991038046711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1596026991038046711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1596026991038046711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1596026991038046711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/eliana-ribeiro_25.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkmClBZJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z3o2X4qMz2A/s72-c/moi2eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8323514486636525912</id><published>2007-06-25T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Zelinda Andrade dos Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkSSlBZII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Or57t5_iVPw/s1600-h/moi2zelinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080170645061461122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkSSlBZII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Or57t5_iVPw/s400/moi2zelinda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A professora e arteterapeuta Zelinda Andrade dos Anjos, contou e encantou com uma delicada história de uma mulher que se transforma em árvore, que é despedaçada e curada...&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/1276752748610278890-8323514486636525912?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8323514486636525912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8323514486636525912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8323514486636525912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8323514486636525912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/zelinda-andrade-dos-anjos.html' title='Zelinda Andrade dos Anjos'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBkSSlBZII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Or57t5_iVPw/s72-c/moi2zelinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-208365686665192681</id><published>2007-06-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ângela Philippini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjnylBZHI/AAAAAAAAARs/7RdZpspmiAA/s1600-h/moi2angela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080169914917020786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjnylBZHI/AAAAAAAAARs/7RdZpspmiAA/s400/moi2angela2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ângela Philippini (de rosa) , arteterapeuta, Master em Criatividade pela Universidade de Santiago de Compostella, criadora do espaço POMAR, coordenadora do Curso de Formação e de Pós-Graduação em Arteterapia, convidou-nos a, Ponto a Ponto, darmos voz às palavras de Ana Maria Machado, em leitura coletiva:&lt;br /&gt;" E foi-se o tecido cobrindo, de cor em cor enfeitado. Foi-se a história construindo, mãos em risco do bordado. Mãe e filhos, ponto a ponto, fazem um mundo em contraponto.&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo jeito que o rio seu fio d'água engrossou o fiapinho de voz por bem longe se espalhou. Virou foto no jornal, saiu na televisão. Cantou em livro de história e aqui está na sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Com ponto de exclamação."&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/1276752748610278890-208365686665192681?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/208365686665192681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=208365686665192681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/208365686665192681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/208365686665192681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/ngela-philippini.html' title='Ângela Philippini'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjnylBZHI/AAAAAAAAARs/7RdZpspmiAA/s72-c/moi2angela2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5209821903927019018</id><published>2007-06-25T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Nathália Soledade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjPylBZGI/AAAAAAAAARk/v6q8_zhJgLU/s1600-h/moi2natalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A atriz e arteterapeuta em formação Nathália Soledade, mestranda em Teatro pela UNIRIO, em texto de sua autoria, pergunta : Quem é Ela?&lt;br /&gt;"Será que ela é filha da semente da terra, será que ela é sobra do sopro divino, será que ela é fonte incessante na serra ou será que ela é chama no olhar do destino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080169502600160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjPylBZGI/AAAAAAAAARk/v6q8_zhJgLU/s400/moi2natalia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-5209821903927019018?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5209821903927019018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5209821903927019018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5209821903927019018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5209821903927019018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/nathlia-soledade.html' title='Nathália Soledade'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBjPylBZGI/AAAAAAAAARk/v6q8_zhJgLU/s72-c/moi2natalia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-545943473610352596</id><published>2007-06-25T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cláudia Gomes Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBimClBZFI/AAAAAAAAARc/M8eCMRdnyWQ/s1600-h/MOI2CLAUDIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080168785340621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBimClBZFI/AAAAAAAAARc/M8eCMRdnyWQ/s400/MOI2CLAUDIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cláudia Gomes Dias _ contadora de histórias, bibliotecária, cantora e tecladista_ com a generosidade de sempre, nos trouxe três histórias:A mulher e o homem, de Victor Hugo; A mulher pefeita, conto extraído do livro As mais belas parábolas de todos os tempos/ Organização de Alexandre Rangel; e o conto A Fiandeira, escolhido para ser narrado.&lt;br /&gt;Cláudia também presenteou a roda do MOITARÁ com a canção Mulher , na voz de Elba Ramalho. E é sempre bom lembrar que&lt;br /&gt;"Pra descrever uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Não é do jeito que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro tem que ser sensível&lt;br /&gt;Senão é impossível&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer por fora não vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro o que ela é&lt;br /&gt;É um risco tentar resumir&lt;br /&gt;Mulher..."&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/1276752748610278890-545943473610352596?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/545943473610352596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=545943473610352596' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/545943473610352596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/545943473610352596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/cludia-gomes-dias.html' title='Cláudia Gomes Dias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBimClBZFI/AAAAAAAAARc/M8eCMRdnyWQ/s72-c/MOI2CLAUDIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3197183357822909599</id><published>2007-06-25T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Giovana Olivieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBiNilBZEI/AAAAAAAAARU/IEiHQju1npk/s1600-h/moi2giovana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080168364433826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBiNilBZEI/AAAAAAAAARU/IEiHQju1npk/s400/moi2giovana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Giovana Olivieri, contadora de histórias do projeto Viva e Deixe Viver, do Instituto Rio de Histórias, além de publicitária e jornalista, é especialista em Mídia-Educação, trouxe uma interessante pesquisa: a Mulher narrada pelos homens.&lt;br /&gt;Em dois contos, um do século XIX _ As Fadas e outro contemporâneo _ A Verdade, Giovana nos mostrou as imagens da mulher como a obediente e a traiçoeira...&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/1276752748610278890-3197183357822909599?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3197183357822909599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3197183357822909599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3197183357822909599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3197183357822909599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/giovana-olivieri.html' title='Giovana Olivieri'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBiNilBZEI/AAAAAAAAARU/IEiHQju1npk/s72-c/moi2giovana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-779272753081455370</id><published>2007-06-25T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Magali Melo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBh4ilBZDI/AAAAAAAAARM/ieCDFA6i8xI/s1600-h/moi2MAGALI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080168003656574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBh4ilBZDI/AAAAAAAAARM/ieCDFA6i8xI/s400/moi2MAGALI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Magali Melo, contadora de histórias, administradora de empresas e origamista, contou a história de Zulmira, de sua autoria, inspirada em pintura de Segall. Zulmira, bordadeira que utiliza cacos de espelho quebrados por tiros, poderia ser qualquer menina do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;"Onde está Zulmira? Pensei.&lt;br /&gt;A de Segall está viva naquela tela deslumbrante; a que conheci naquela tarde, está em sua casa de campo desenhando fantasias e contando sua história para amigas...e as outras?"&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/1276752748610278890-779272753081455370?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/779272753081455370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=779272753081455370' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/779272753081455370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/779272753081455370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/magali-melo.html' title='Magali Melo'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBh4ilBZDI/AAAAAAAAARM/ieCDFA6i8xI/s72-c/moi2MAGALI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7055868072076289682</id><published>2007-06-25T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Lúcia Po</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBhbSlBZCI/AAAAAAAAARE/s83sqkWwDEE/s1600-h/MOI2ANALUCIAPO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080167501145400354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBhbSlBZCI/AAAAAAAAARE/s83sqkWwDEE/s400/MOI2ANALUCIAPO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Lucia Po (que aqui aparece de perfil, com blusa azul) Focalizadora de Danças Circulares, focalizou uma roda na qual cantávamos que na linha da palma da mão, havia uma história...&lt;br /&gt;Para nossa alegria, Ana ensinou, também, a história da Vovó e Netinha, com gestos que propiciaram muitas risadas ao tentarmos acompanhar.&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/1276752748610278890-7055868072076289682?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7055868072076289682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7055868072076289682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7055868072076289682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7055868072076289682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/ana-lcia-po.html' title='Ana Lúcia Po'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBhbSlBZCI/AAAAAAAAARE/s83sqkWwDEE/s72-c/MOI2ANALUCIAPO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7623242449728967819</id><published>2007-06-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Carmem Simas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBg-ylBZBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8pHqBRmgLow/s1600-h/moi2carmen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080167011519128594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBg-ylBZBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8pHqBRmgLow/s400/moi2carmen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arteterapeuta Carmem Simas, levou-nos ao lago sagrado Yaci Uarua - Espelho da Lua, para presenciarmos, através de sua Palavra, a Mãe do Muiraquitã entregar amuletos propiciatórios de proteção espiritual e material às Amazonas.&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/1276752748610278890-7623242449728967819?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7623242449728967819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7623242449728967819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7623242449728967819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7623242449728967819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/carmem-simas.html' title='Carmem Simas'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBg-ylBZBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8pHqBRmgLow/s72-c/moi2carmen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-2533512325830127266</id><published>2007-06-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Regina Celi Avelar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBgkSlBZAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aSdaXXZsIKE/s1600-h/moi2reginaceli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080166556252595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBgkSlBZAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aSdaXXZsIKE/s400/moi2reginaceli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Regina Celi Avelar, enfermeira cujo sorriso é um bálsamo, mergulhou na memória e compartilhou uma canção que aprendera com sua mãe. Depois de aprendermos, cantamos...e cantamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Quem eu amo te digo, está longe;&lt;br /&gt;Lá nas terras do império chinês,&lt;br /&gt;Num palácio de louça vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um trono de azul japonês."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1276752748610278890-2533512325830127266?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/2533512325830127266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=2533512325830127266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2533512325830127266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/2533512325830127266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/regina-celi-avelar.html' title='Regina Celi Avelar'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBgkSlBZAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aSdaXXZsIKE/s72-c/moi2reginaceli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7143850557769904199</id><published>2007-06-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Diogo Carneiro e Dauá Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBdeClBY_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HG7UCi9UYSo/s1600-h/moi2dauadiogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080163150343529458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBdeClBY_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HG7UCi9UYSo/s400/moi2dauadiogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O músico Diogo Carneiro cantou o amor em Iolanda, a bela canção de Pablo Milanes.&lt;br /&gt;" Quando te vi, eu bem que estava certo&lt;br /&gt;De que me sentiria descoberto&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele vais despindo aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Me abres o peito quando me acumulas&lt;br /&gt;De amores, de amores, eternamente de amores..."&lt;br /&gt;Dauá Silva, escritor e contador de histórias, encantou-nos com A Menina Cachoeira, de sua autoria.&lt;br /&gt;"...são as forças da natureza que falam por você..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-7143850557769904199?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7143850557769904199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7143850557769904199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7143850557769904199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7143850557769904199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/diogo-carneiro-e-dau-silva.html' title='Diogo Carneiro e Dauá Silva'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBdeClBY_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HG7UCi9UYSo/s72-c/moi2dauadiogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8001509948996228769</id><published>2007-06-25T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Cássia Nogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcpSlBY-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-TikyQ26Wsc/s1600-h/moi2anacassia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080162244105429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcpSlBY-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-TikyQ26Wsc/s400/moi2anacassia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Cássia Barbosa Nogueira, Arteterapeuta e contadora de histórias, narrou a mulher em Gibran Khalil Gibran. Através da personagem Marta de Ber, do livro "As Ninfas do Vale", constatamos que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nós, que passamos a maior parte de nossas vidas nas cidades populosas, quase nada sabemos sobre a vida dos habitantes das aldeias isoladas do Líbano. O turbilhão do modernismo nos fez esquecer a filosofia daquele modo de vida belo e singelo, cheio de virtude e inocência..."&lt;/strong&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/1276752748610278890-8001509948996228769?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8001509948996228769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8001509948996228769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8001509948996228769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8001509948996228769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/ana-cssia-nogueira.html' title='Ana Cássia Nogueira'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcpSlBY-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-TikyQ26Wsc/s72-c/moi2anacassia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1873590220451684341</id><published>2007-06-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:26:16.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Ana Luisa Mainardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcHylBY9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/kTSrKzqVN_w/s1600-h/moi2analucia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ana Luisa Mainardi, contadora de histórias e Arteterapeuta, narrou com a intensidade da terra, o poema Estas Mãos, de Cora Coralina.&lt;br /&gt;Bendisse as mão doceiras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Jamais ociosas&lt;br /&gt;Fecundas, imensas e ocupadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mãos laboriosas.&lt;br /&gt;Abertas sempre a dar,&lt;br /&gt;Ajudar, unir, abençoar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080161668579812306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcHylBY9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/kTSrKzqVN_w/s400/moi2analucia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1276752748610278890-1873590220451684341?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1873590220451684341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1873590220451684341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1873590220451684341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1873590220451684341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/ana-luisa-mainardi_25.html' title='Ana Luisa Mainardi'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBcHylBY9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/kTSrKzqVN_w/s72-c/moi2analucia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-5547106698043833178</id><published>2007-06-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:25:06.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Marisa Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbYylBY8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/bDvqmRhLyT4/s1600-h/moi2marisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080160861125960642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbYylBY8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/bDvqmRhLyT4/s400/moi2marisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Marisa Tavares - cuidadora de idosos que trilha o caminho da contação de histórias por gostar de ouvir narrativas do passado - trouxe, em sua Palavra a resistência das mulheres afegãs.&lt;br /&gt;Com uma feliz seleção de O livreiro de Cabul, de Asne Seierstad, Marisa brindou a todos com alguns poemas landay; passados oralmente pelas mulheres afegãs. Consistindo de rimas curtas, tais poemas falam de amores infelizes, de paixões consumadas, do orgulho de ser mulher...&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha boca é tua, devora-a, não tenhas medo!&lt;br /&gt;Não é feita de açúcar, que se dissolve e desaparece."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-5547106698043833178?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/5547106698043833178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=5547106698043833178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5547106698043833178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/5547106698043833178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/marisa-tavares.html' title='Marisa Tavares'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbYylBY8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/bDvqmRhLyT4/s72-c/moi2marisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6806137109987507899</id><published>2007-06-25T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:25:06.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>Maria Luciana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbAClBY7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1-QpaDb3aqE/s1600-h/moi2marialuciana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080160435924198322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbAClBY7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1-QpaDb3aqE/s400/moi2marialuciana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Luciana Barbosa chegou de mansinho e encantou com seu jeito sorridente. Optou por ouvir, carinhosamente, a Palavra do grupo. Sua presença no II Moitará é o início de uma longa história como contadora de histórias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-6806137109987507899?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6806137109987507899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6806137109987507899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6806137109987507899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6806137109987507899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/maria-luciana.html' title='Maria Luciana'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBbAClBY7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1-QpaDb3aqE/s72-c/moi2marialuciana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1282937046358692108</id><published>2007-06-25T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:25:06.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>A Tribo do II Moitará</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBamSlBY6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/R9WVVyn91_A/s1600-h/moi2foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080159993542566818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBamSlBY6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/R9WVVyn91_A/s400/moi2foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o próximo MOITARÁ!&lt;br /&gt;Dia 22 de abril&lt;/strong&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/1276752748610278890-1282937046358692108?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1282937046358692108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1282937046358692108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1282937046358692108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1282937046358692108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/foto-coletiva-ii-moitar.html' title='A Tribo do II Moitará'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBamSlBY6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/R9WVVyn91_A/s72-c/moi2foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-825053694951257412</id><published>2007-06-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:25:06.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II Moitará'/><title type='text'>II Moitará de Histórias - Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBYQSlBY5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/U3a6o0RRxdo/s1600-h/divulgmoiII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080157416562189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBYQSlBY5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/U3a6o0RRxdo/s400/divulgmoiII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O ! Ponto do Conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Convida para o II Moitará de Histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema: Mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Moitará constitui a única ocasião em que tribos diferentes acampam no mesmo local. É um ritual de trocas de artefatos ligados à especialização manufatureira de cada grupo. É também o momento em que cada tribo apresenta suas manifestações culturais como pinturas, danças, cantos, etc. Contribui para a valorização de cada cultura em particular e para a manutenção dos valores básicos comuns a todas as tribos, o que garante relações pacíficas entre as diferentes identidades culturais. (Fonte: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grupo.moitara.sites.uol.com.br/moitara..htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://grupo.moitara.sites.uol.com.br/moitara..htm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No dia 8 de março vamos bendizer a Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conte uma história sobre a Mulher e traga cópias da mesma para um escambo de Boas Palavras..Ao final do encontro, cada participante terá um repertório de histórias, construído, coletivamente,com a Palavra de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eliana Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia 8 de março de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Das 18:00h às 21:00h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Local: Clínica PomarRua Engenheiro Adel, 62 Casa 2,Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inscrição: R$ 10,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo telefone: (21) 3393- 1661 ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mandalaxxi@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(*) AO CONFIRMAR A INSCRIÇÃO, DEIXE UM TELEFONE OU E-MAIL, PARA QUE POSSAMOS COMUNICAR O NÚMERO DE CÓPIAS NECESSÁRIAS.&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/1276752748610278890-825053694951257412?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/825053694951257412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=825053694951257412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/825053694951257412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/825053694951257412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/ii-moitar-de-histrias-convite.html' title='II Moitará de Histórias - Convite'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBYQSlBY5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/U3a6o0RRxdo/s72-c/divulgmoiII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6548769890024419119</id><published>2007-06-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:24:14.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Fotos do I Moitará de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBLuClBY4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/s9nBLqs3GlI/s1600-h/rio_janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080143634012136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBLuClBY4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/s9nBLqs3GlI/s400/rio_janeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBLkSlBY3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/dNeaPqEmQug/s1600-h/cristoredentor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E então, vindos de vários Pontos da Cidade Maravilhosa, no dia de São Sebastião e de Oxóssi, Contadores de Histórias se reuniram no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ! Ponto do Conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; para bendizer a Cidade do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esse foi o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MOITARÁ de HISTÓRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, nosso ritual de encontro e trocas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer ao Povo das Histórias, que com a sua presença, tornou possível um encontro em pleno feriado de segunda-feira...com SOL !&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço, também, à Ângela Philippini, por incentivar e abrigar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! Ponto do Conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clínica POMAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e à Bruna Estrella, pelo apoio e filmagens do encontro.&lt;br /&gt;(*) As fotos do Moitará foram feitas a partir da filmagem realizada por Bruna Estrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-6548769890024419119?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6548769890024419119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6548769890024419119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6548769890024419119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6548769890024419119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/fotos-do-i-moitar-de-histrias.html' title='Fotos do I Moitará de Histórias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBLuClBY4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/s9nBLqs3GlI/s72-c/rio_janeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-6925560690007916809</id><published>2007-06-25T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Eliana Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKnClBY2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/uk2c61lW4hc/s1600-h/moitar%C3%A11eliana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080142414241424226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKnClBY2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/uk2c61lW4hc/s400/moitar%C3%A11eliana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Eu, Eliana Ribeiro, iniciei o Moitará narrando um conto popular da Ilha do Governador: A Pedra da Onça. Foi a minha maneira de bendizer as raízes indígenas do Rio de Janeiro e a região da cidade onde tenho minhas raízes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-6925560690007916809?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/6925560690007916809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=6925560690007916809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6925560690007916809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/6925560690007916809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/eliana-ribeiro.html' title='Eliana Ribeiro'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKnClBY2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/uk2c61lW4hc/s72-c/moitar%C3%A11eliana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-3163506720945511093</id><published>2007-06-25T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Dauá Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKTilBY1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/maxF3WU0Ym0/s1600-h/moitara1daua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080142079233975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKTilBY1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/maxF3WU0Ym0/s400/moitara1daua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dauá Silva descobriu-se contador de histórias quando se tornou avô. Mas este escritor de HISTÓRIAS BOAS DE CONTAR e de CHAGAS ABERTAS DA AMÉRICA - um interessante livro de literatura de cordel, onde apresenta uma tese de doutoramento da Fundação Oswaldo Cruz sobre a doença de Chagas, em parceria com a doutora Herrera- é um homem da Palavra, quer como apresentador de programas de rádio nas emissoras Bandeirantes e Manchete, quer com o seu trabalho atual, na Principal FM 105,9: O Contador de Histórias DAUÁ, aos sábados de 13 às 15 horas.Para o Moitará, Dauá contou/encantou O Beijo-flor do Saco do Mamanguá, de sua autoria.contato: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:moringas@oi.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;moringas@oi.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-3163506720945511093?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/3163506720945511093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=3163506720945511093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3163506720945511093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/3163506720945511093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/dau-silva-descobriu-se-contador-de.html' title='Dauá Silva'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBKTilBY1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/maxF3WU0Ym0/s72-c/moitara1daua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-7460205933304664974</id><published>2007-06-25T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Cláudia Gomes Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJ0ilBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cLr9e1UDFrk/s1600-h/moitara1claudia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080141546658030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJ0ilBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cLr9e1UDFrk/s400/moitara1claudia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cláudia Gomes Dias, contadora de histórias, bibliotecária, cantora e tecladista, presenteou a Roda do Moitará contando a história O Chico e o Avô do Chico, de Isabel Lustosa; uma deliciosa visita a um outro tempo da cidade do Rio de Janeiro.A generosidade de Cláudia se fez presente em outra história: Fonte dos Amores, recolhida por Luís da Câmara Cascudo.O trabalho de Cláudia poderá ser conhecido através de seu site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claudiacantoeconto.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;www.claudiacantoeconto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-7460205933304664974?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/7460205933304664974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=7460205933304664974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7460205933304664974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/7460205933304664974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/cludia-gomes-dias-contadora-de-histrias.html' title='Cláudia Gomes Dias'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJ0ilBY0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cLr9e1UDFrk/s72-c/moitara1claudia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-4160828491074579596</id><published>2007-06-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Marise Piloto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJMylBYzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7z92b9WY_dE/s1600-h/moitara1marlise.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marise Piloto - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:marisepiloto@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;marisepiloto@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJMylBYzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7z92b9WY_dE/s1600-h/moitara1marlise.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - arteterapeuta coordenadora do Nosso Espaço - Oficina de Artes e Terapias (Tel: 21- 2246-0366), um local onde são oferecidas atividades artísticas, oficinas de arte, atendimento psicopedagógico e arte terapêutico, contou o Rio de Janeiro dos amores correspondidos...ou não.Lendo o conto Peregrinação em Tarde Chuvosa, de Tatiana Alves, Marise nos lembrou que, qualquer que seja a dor de amor, sempre existe o Cristo Redentor, acolhendo " no mais carioca dos abraços&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080140863758230322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJMylBYzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7z92b9WY_dE/s400/moitara1marlise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-4160828491074579596?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/4160828491074579596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=4160828491074579596' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4160828491074579596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/4160828491074579596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/marise-piloto.html' title='Marise Piloto'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBJMylBYzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7z92b9WY_dE/s72-c/moitara1marlise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1979447227100812756</id><published>2007-06-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Martinha da Silva Freitas e Guilherme Guimarães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBIKylBYwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CV1h1ZpJpQ0/s1600-h/moitara1marta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080139729886864130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBIKylBYwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CV1h1ZpJpQ0/s400/moitara1marta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Nesta foto estão a Martinha da Silveira Freitas - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:martamsf2006@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;martamsf2006@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; e Guilherme Guimarães (de camisa azul) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:giguimaraes@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;giguimaraes@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Martinha é pedagoga, contadora de histórias e trabalha com educação especial. Trouxe-nos um bem humorada história de um Cravo que brigou com uma Rosa, pois esta queria morar no Rio de Janeiro... A vivacidade da narrativa de Martinha encantou a todos...&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme é historiador, ator, contador de histórias e produtor. Com muitos trabalhos com a FALASTRÃO PRODUÇÕES ARTÍSTICAS e com a CIA DE TEATRO VAGAMUNDO, Guilherme produz a escola de samba mirim ESTRELINHA, de Padre Miguel...É... Ele tem muitas boas histórias para contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1979447227100812756?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1979447227100812756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1979447227100812756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1979447227100812756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1979447227100812756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/martinha-da-silva-freitas-e-guilherme.html' title='Martinha da Silva Freitas e Guilherme Guimarães'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBIKylBYwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CV1h1ZpJpQ0/s72-c/moitara1marta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-1056309206180768790</id><published>2007-06-25T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Pituka Nirobi e Solange Amaral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBGESlBYvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/29K0DQ5X344/s1600-h/moitara1pituka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080137419194458866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBGESlBYvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/29K0DQ5X344/s400/moitara1pituka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Pituka Nirobi e Solange Amaral, fazem parte da Cia de Teatro Vagamundo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ciadeteatrovagamundo@oi.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ciadeteatrovagamundo@oi.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - uma Companhia Artística fundada em 1982, formada por arte-educadores, atores, musicistas. A Cia de Teatro vem desenvolvendo projetos em escolas e trabalha junto a editoras.Para maiores informações sobre o excelente trabalho da Vagamundo, passe um e-mail para o endereço acima.Pituka e Solange contaram/cantaram, com muito humor e sensibilidade, os golfinhos (veja a bandeira da Cidade do Rio de Janeiro e repare que os golfinhos estão lá ). A história nos trouxe, também, um alerta para a poluição de nossas águas... Tudo isso narrado com a alegria das duas contadoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-1056309206180768790?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/1056309206180768790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=1056309206180768790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1056309206180768790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/1056309206180768790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/pituka-nirobi-e-solange-amaral-fazem.html' title='Pituka Nirobi e Solange Amaral'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBGESlBYvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/29K0DQ5X344/s72-c/moitara1pituka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276752748610278890.post-8011423511940183525</id><published>2007-06-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:23:49.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Moitará'/><title type='text'>Pituka Nirobi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBFtClBYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/07-Bej8gXYk/s1600-h/moitara1pituka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080137019762500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBFtClBYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/07-Bej8gXYk/s400/moitara1pituka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pituka Nirobi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:falastraop@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;falastraop@yahoo.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; - compartilhou sua herança tupy/banto, de uma infãncia passada na Ilha de Marambaia. Relembrou as palavras de sua avó, sobre a importância de contar histórias para os filhos e para os filhos dos filhos... O trabalho de Pituka , da Cia. de Teatro Vagamundo e da Falastrão Produções Artísticas envolve intensa pesquisa... Passe um e-mail para o grupo, e veja que manancial de bendizeres faz parte do trabalho desta equipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276752748610278890-8011423511940183525?l=moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/feeds/8011423511940183525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276752748610278890&amp;postID=8011423511940183525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8011423511940183525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276752748610278890/posts/default/8011423511940183525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moitaradehistoriasdopontodoconto.blogspot.com/2007/06/pituka-nirobi-falastraopyahoo.html' title='Pituka Nirobi'/><author><name>Eliana  Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393556121098596955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kT9tFlp8te0/RoBFtClBYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/07-Bej8gXYk/s72-c/moitara1pituka2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
