<?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-33561569</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:34:51.399-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Débora Kikuti Contadora de Histórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-167669959527891381</id><published>2012-01-30T00:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:22:59.747-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;II Festival de Contadores de Histórias do CCBB Educativo SP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;04 e 05 de fevereiro de 2012 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contarei a história "A Cerejeira", no &lt;b&gt;dia 04 - sábado, às 13h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inspirado em um conto Jataka,&amp;nbsp; que são histórias referentes aos vários nascimentos de Buda, este misterioso conto narra o que ocorre depois que uma árvore mágica é plantada no jardim do palácio do rei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este conto nos inspira a homenagear a Natureza e a refletir sobre o que é essencial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apareçam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj_JN5QeAMI/TyX-xoWcg4I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Sac_zXVsYpY/s1600/CCBB_Festival_Contadores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj_JN5QeAMI/TyX-xoWcg4I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Sac_zXVsYpY/s640/CCBB_Festival_Contadores.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/33561569-167669959527891381?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/167669959527891381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2012/01/ii-festival-de-contadores-de-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/167669959527891381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/167669959527891381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2012/01/ii-festival-de-contadores-de-historias.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj_JN5QeAMI/TyX-xoWcg4I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Sac_zXVsYpY/s72-c/CCBB_Festival_Contadores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-3055563156237102276</id><published>2011-12-19T22:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:23:02.363-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui ao Bosquinho no último sábado. Dia lindo, muito Sol e muita sombra - proporcionada pelo "povo em pé", nossas queridas árvores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei por lá um tempão, mas os únicos que apareceram foram os meninos que jogam futebol; faça calor, faça frio. De vez em quando, ao término do jogo, eles param pra escutar histórias. Não foi o que aconteceu naquele dia...e eu considerei muito bom o fato de eles jogarem futebol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caminhei bastante e sentei pra descansar um pouco. Meus olhos sorriram admirando as árvores, folhagens e flores que moram lá. Meus ouvidos silenciaram, escutando o canto dos passarinhos. Meu corpo descansava enquanto meus cabelos bailavam com a brisa leve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Refleti sobre meu percurso no bosquinho neste ano de 2011 e fiquei feliz, ainda que eu saiba que o caminho é longo. Então, fui inspirada a gravar uma coisinha, pra registrar este momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejo que em 2012 vocês caminhem com quem amam e que sejam caminhos tranquilos, saudáveis, coloridos e sonoros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que as histórias possam nos escolher, sempre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratidão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inté. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah! Eu falei errado no vídeo... sábado foi dia 17 de dezembro de 2012 e não 18...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/O5y1MOl8Z1c/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5y1MOl8Z1c?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5y1MOl8Z1c?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Seus Amigos - Guarulhos/SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70U8IB30Q9Q/TqQUf0nImDI/AAAAAAAACuw/nHMZ5dzhUM8/s1600/cartaz+saci+FB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70U8IB30Q9Q/TqQUf0nImDI/AAAAAAAACuw/nHMZ5dzhUM8/s640/cartaz+saci+FB.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SOSACI - Sociedade dos Observadores do Saci:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sosaci.org/"&gt;http://www.sosaci.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É com imensa alegria que convidamos todas as pessoas pra celebrar a cultura brasileira conosco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O  dia 31 de outubro é Dia do Saci, ser encantado que mora nas matas  brasileiras, junto com o Curupira, a Mãe D´Água, a Mula-sem-cabeça, o  Lobisomem, o Boitatá, a Cuca, entre outros tantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Por que fazer festa de ralouin se temos esse montão de seres da  nossa cultura, pra encantar a vida das nossas crianças? Falo "nossas"  porque levo em conta a criança que mora dentro da gente, apesar de todo o  empenho que a sociedade atual tem pra calar essa porção tão importante  em cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Então, simbóra "festá" conosco!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Esta já é a 8ª edição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Festa do Saci &amp;amp; Seus Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Dia 30/10/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;DOMINGO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que horas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;a partir das 10h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bosquinho - Parque do Atleta - o local tem 3 entradas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Rua Filomena Biondi, s/n (travessa da Alameda Yayá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R. Rosali, 2 (na Av. Torres Tibagy, sentido Vila Galvão, entrar à direita na rua Miguel Biondi e logo em seguida, à direita novamente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Rua Soldado Francisco, s/nº (travessa da Av. Torres Tibagy, bem no semáforo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Programação&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acolhimento com pano de ciranda &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exposição com fotos de crianças que brincam nos      folguedos tradicionais por todo o estado de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oficina de brinquedo: "barangandão" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brincando com o barangandão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação de histórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palhaços – improvisação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Música &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comilança (paramos tudo e comemos juntos, numa mesa bem      bonita)* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde estão os doces? Um tipo de "caça ao      tesouro": o Saci escondeu doces no parque e todo mundo vai      procurar... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oficina de brinquedo "Saci" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação de histórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brincadeiras gigantes: caça palavras, forca, jogo da      velha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palhaços – intervenção &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação de histórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ô abre a roda... Todo mundo dançando... Jongo, coco,      ciranda...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Traga um pratinho de salgado para compartilhar e seu copo/caneca.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Importante: se chover, a festa fica automaticamente transferida para o outro domingo - 06/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/33561569-3212392801518508957?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3212392801518508957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-festa-do-saci-seus-amigos-guarulhossp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3212392801518508957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3212392801518508957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-festa-do-saci-seus-amigos-guarulhossp.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70U8IB30Q9Q/TqQUf0nImDI/AAAAAAAACuw/nHMZ5dzhUM8/s72-c/cartaz+saci+FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-1044385568531028870</id><published>2011-10-08T21:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:32:10.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bosquinho - Guarulhos - SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia estava lindo e as crianças brincavam no bosquinho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv_PnNxrYRE/TpDWi4EFYYI/AAAAAAAACtk/Jn5XiffCrjA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv_PnNxrYRE/TpDWi4EFYYI/AAAAAAAACtk/Jn5XiffCrjA/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas aceitaram o convite e vieram escutar histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mãe dizia assim pro seu filho: "_Vai lá,  enquanto eu fico te olhando!". Pronto! Eu me lembrei de "A menina dos  brincos de ouro", um conto popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa moça de azul, que aparece no lado direito da foto, é minha mãe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o moço que está ao seu lado, meu pai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RR0sISw41Ls/TpDXRbSCgTI/AAAAAAAACts/XPJFNnRq05Q/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RR0sISw41Ls/TpDXRbSCgTI/AAAAAAAACts/XPJFNnRq05Q/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma honra pra mim que eles estivessem lá hoje!!! Agora, sou eu quem lhes conta histórias... E amo isso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oryoxb2uK1w/TpDXhsZX2cI/AAAAAAAACtw/phDvRpzotYw/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oryoxb2uK1w/TpDXhsZX2cI/AAAAAAAACtw/phDvRpzotYw/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem pertinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hMfjJNizCs/TpDXys04jXI/AAAAAAAACt0/lwEHuCKr1zM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hMfjJNizCs/TpDXys04jXI/AAAAAAAACt0/lwEHuCKr1zM/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas adultas também pararam um pouco e deixaram a história acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9rScUgPioc/TpDYNipjdkI/AAAAAAAACt4/8Y5Hj2jAf44/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9rScUgPioc/TpDYNipjdkI/AAAAAAAACt4/8Y5Hj2jAf44/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomo mundo ajudando a bater na porta...Tóc, tóc, tóc!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWgZ8MrS5G8/TpDYnMO_t2I/AAAAAAAACt8/_5CJDt-Zcpk/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWgZ8MrS5G8/TpDYnMO_t2I/AAAAAAAACt8/_5CJDt-Zcpk/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daí, o amigo cachorrinho atendeu...ficou com a gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZinImElV-iY/TpDY4l5AmxI/AAAAAAAACuA/t2sx1EzxKeo/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZinImElV-iY/TpDY4l5AmxI/AAAAAAAACuA/t2sx1EzxKeo/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As histórias chegam e vão embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEmbR4niTO4/TpDZL96z_II/AAAAAAAACuI/f_a4ON9DSE4/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEmbR4niTO4/TpDZL96z_II/AAAAAAAACuI/f_a4ON9DSE4/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a gente, celebra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnsItkO1Wg/TpDmjg1nrZI/AAAAAAAACuM/pBiY0mKID8E/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASnsItkO1Wg/TpDmjg1nrZI/AAAAAAAACuM/pBiY0mKID8E/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simbóra fazer a roda, pra registrar o bom momento em nossas almas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm4mCsNx26w/TpDmpz8zBiI/AAAAAAAACuQ/vlnhhQocUbc/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm4mCsNx26w/TpDmpz8zBiI/AAAAAAAACuQ/vlnhhQocUbc/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E foi assim, uma das partes boas do nosso sábado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando íamos embora,&amp;nbsp; passei por "Dona Jabuticabeira", minha amiga...Dá só uma olhada no tamanho das suas "crianças":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FV8FbqZcLhw/TpDm0XXWLjI/AAAAAAAACuY/OBDRryZ2kLc/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FV8FbqZcLhw/TpDm0XXWLjI/AAAAAAAACuY/OBDRryZ2kLc/s320/11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUnn99Sxczc/TpDmwXA1MlI/AAAAAAAACuU/rZu_2f58dhQ/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma coisa linda, não é mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Gkgi747rQ/TpDofrOvkUI/AAAAAAAACuc/Xqy-lrEVwsY/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Gkgi747rQ/TpDofrOvkUI/AAAAAAAACuc/Xqy-lrEVwsY/s400/12.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomara que as pessoas deixem que elas cresçam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvr4u_DRsoI/TpDosZZTPDI/AAAAAAAACug/8OxDRaP0Lww/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvr4u_DRsoI/TpDosZZTPDI/AAAAAAAACug/8OxDRaP0Lww/s400/13.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra ficarem pretinhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-wZGcZFxzQ/TpDpEkvE6EI/AAAAAAAACuo/pATZ2GSRKEE/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-wZGcZFxzQ/TpDpEkvE6EI/AAAAAAAACuo/pATZ2GSRKEE/s400/14.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EBdYxM33Pus/TpDo98VIJTI/AAAAAAAACuk/hWYXbD4OxGo/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que me lembra outra história..."Menina bonita do laço de fita", da Ana Maria Machado. Bem naquela hora que o coelho come um montão de jabuticabas!!! Háháháháháhá!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida pela companhia de vocês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida aos meus queridos mãe e pai pela presença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida pelas fotos, querida filha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra vocês, flores do Bosquinho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk-tJ4JLNKU/TpDqvH7_VmI/AAAAAAAACus/vaIgf7HTE-A/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk-tJ4JLNKU/TpDqvH7_VmI/AAAAAAAACus/vaIgf7HTE-A/s400/15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fotos: Maíra Kikuti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33561569-1044385568531028870?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1044385568531028870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/10/botando-palavra-pra-andar-bosquinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1044385568531028870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1044385568531028870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/10/botando-palavra-pra-andar-bosquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv_PnNxrYRE/TpDWi4EFYYI/AAAAAAAACtk/Jn5XiffCrjA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-1601906958865657096</id><published>2011-09-10T11:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:34:38.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ua6VBtQeaPk/Tmto87twRFI/AAAAAAAACso/Ko7cxfUmLJM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ua6VBtQeaPk/Tmto87twRFI/AAAAAAAACso/Ko7cxfUmLJM/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar! 03/09/11 - Bosquinho - Gopouva - Guarulhos/SP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia amanheceu coberto de Sol e eu fui pro Bosquinho, com os livros e minha cesta de tecidos...meu tapete mágico está na fada-costureira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto esperava que as pessoas chegassem, fui chamada por uma árvore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_Ei, Débora! Venha ver a novidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sou boba nem nada e já aprendi a escutar o que as árvores falam... Então fui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWCTWZOP5cQ/TmtsqGbZv0I/AAAAAAAACss/7D_FVNfESJA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWCTWZOP5cQ/TmtsqGbZv0I/AAAAAAAACss/7D_FVNfESJA/s400/2.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era uma Dona Jabuticabeira, toda prosa, se mostrando pra mim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvHBXsbJcUI/Tmts3KPCj7I/AAAAAAAACsw/X36hObT10ps/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvHBXsbJcUI/Tmts3KPCj7I/AAAAAAAACsw/X36hObT10ps/s400/3.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;_Veja só os meus pequenos frutos, que já deram o ar da graça; uma beleza minhas crianças, dizia ela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0SEGzobBWE/Tmts-WtTxPI/AAAAAAAACs0/birG1_avldw/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0SEGzobBWE/Tmts-WtTxPI/AAAAAAAACs0/birG1_avldw/s400/4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pequeninos e verdes ainda, logo estarão bem pretinhos e prontos pra serem devorados pelos que já experimentaram seu gosto delicioso !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzlTtv6CWuQ/TmttJQZfTeI/AAAAAAAACs4/qfn31s_D0Go/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzlTtv6CWuQ/TmttJQZfTeI/AAAAAAAACs4/qfn31s_D0Go/s320/5.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui xeretando galho por galho, cheinho de jabuticaba-criança...sob a orientação da mamãe toda orgulhosa...&lt;br /&gt;_Já pensou que coisa mais linda a gente fazer um piquenique quando tudo  estiver bem madurinho, pra contar histórias e chupar jabuticaba? O que a  senhora acha, hein?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACmWDdne6JM/TmttR-DKfRI/AAAAAAAACs8/ZkEyDw-bB9U/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACmWDdne6JM/TmttR-DKfRI/AAAAAAAACs8/ZkEyDw-bB9U/s400/6.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela me disse que estava aprovado, mais que aprovadíssimo! Inclusive conversaria com Dona Cerejeira e demais colegas árvores frutíferas do Bosquinho sobre o assunto. Quem sabe, não teríamos vários piqueniques, não é mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGoKSy8hSx8/Tmttb_FJY5I/AAAAAAAACtA/1Ge3W5Hzi_8/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGoKSy8hSx8/Tmttb_FJY5I/AAAAAAAACtA/1Ge3W5Hzi_8/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_ Mas ó, Dona Jabu (percebam a intimidade) eu tenho que ir, porque as pessoas estão chegando pra escutar histórias. Semana que vem, eu volto e a gente continua a nossa convers, os nossos planos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x3e5FfA57I/TmttiOmkUZI/AAAAAAAACtE/PXerzUx42ZE/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x3e5FfA57I/TmttiOmkUZI/AAAAAAAACtE/PXerzUx42ZE/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dona Jabuticaba concordou. Até porque ela também escuta as hisórias que eu conto e gosta muito! Inclusive me confidenciou que tem especial gosto por uma que conta a historia de um menino que se afeiçoou por um pé de laranja lima quando pequeno e depois ficou com muita saudade dele. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olha só que graça, as meninas escutando histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79Akdlt-HPQ/Tmttt-g7WSI/AAAAAAAACtI/2EhFpdv-YB0/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79Akdlt-HPQ/Tmttt-g7WSI/AAAAAAAACtI/2EhFpdv-YB0/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Era a história da "Velhinha que dava nome às coisas" **. Uma coisa linda de história, com ilustrações que dão vontade de entrarmos na vida dela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bw-0OBBJ7Uw/TmtuxNtA4oI/AAAAAAAACtQ/PipYauwtRPM/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bw-0OBBJ7Uw/TmtuxNtA4oI/AAAAAAAACtQ/PipYauwtRPM/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seguimos brincando de escolher histórias que moram dentro de mim e outras que moram nos livros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh2KY2j4uRA/TmtuVDrjeFI/AAAAAAAACtM/FQOb9ryxXFE/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh2KY2j4uRA/TmtuVDrjeFI/AAAAAAAACtM/FQOb9ryxXFE/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As meninas disseram que é muito bom escutar histórias no Bosquinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umDs4hjQPEY/TmtvXpl-H9I/AAAAAAAACtU/-u4iXZXLpRg/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umDs4hjQPEY/TmtvXpl-H9I/AAAAAAAACtU/-u4iXZXLpRg/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lendas brasileiras, como as do menino traquinas que tirou do sério o Velho Chico, a da primeira vez que surgiu no mundo o João de Barro, ou de como surgiu o fogo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itsMRUTblUI/Tmtv9y-uPyI/AAAAAAAACtY/Ak6-Z5tIJeA/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itsMRUTblUI/Tmtv9y-uPyI/AAAAAAAACtY/Ak6-Z5tIJeA/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E as histórias foram contadas, e as histórias foram vividas por nós... Uma beleza de manhã! Até o Seu João veio, pra escutar histórias com a gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1IJaRZLzZY/TmtwTCXT0iI/AAAAAAAACtc/QcN8Ghhz3LM/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1IJaRZLzZY/TmtwTCXT0iI/AAAAAAAACtc/QcN8Ghhz3LM/s400/13.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A menina ficou até o finzinho...até quando todas as outras pessoas foram embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rR7OwpXMKGs/Tmtwyq_I_7I/AAAAAAAACtg/o5JCvfOpc88/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rR7OwpXMKGs/Tmtwyq_I_7I/AAAAAAAACtg/o5JCvfOpc88/s400/14.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria continuar a se alimentar...menina esperta esta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me despedi da menina, do Seu João e de Dona Jabuticabeira e fui embora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida por vocês estarem comigo, minha gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida pelas fotos, moça adulta que aparece em uma das fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida pela conversa e pela beleza da vida, Dona Jabu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratidão, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* "Meu Pé de Laranja Lima", de José Mauro de Vasconcelos, um dos muitose livros que me fez chorar de emoção (eu me lembrava do pé de abacate da minha infância).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;** "A Velhinha que dava nome às coisas", de Cynthia Rylant e Katryn Brown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33561569-1601906958865657096?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1601906958865657096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/09/botando-palavra-pra-andar-030911.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1601906958865657096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1601906958865657096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/09/botando-palavra-pra-andar-030911.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ua6VBtQeaPk/Tmto87twRFI/AAAAAAAACso/Ko7cxfUmLJM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2695497322833619347</id><published>2011-09-08T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:17:00.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvFKfj0ErM/Tmi_P6QdimI/AAAAAAAACsk/ou339joVBNM/s1600/banner-literasampa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvFKfj0ErM/Tmi_P6QdimI/AAAAAAAACsk/ou339joVBNM/s400/banner-literasampa.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu orientarei a oficina "Lendo histórias, estimulando a leitura", no dia 09/09/11, das 11h30 às 16h30 (com uma parada para o almoço)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; Por meio de atividades práticas, a oficina tem por objetivo   sensibilizar bibliotecários/as, agentes de leitura,professores/as e   pessoas interessadas em realizar mediação de leitura em bibliotecas,   salas de leitura e espaços de convivência. Favorecendo o contato com a   literatura oral e a literatura escrita, serão apresentadas as distinções   entre a mediação de leitura e a contação de histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;O Seminário&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O   II Seminário de Leitura LiteraSampa tem como tema a Bibliodiversidade   por meio de diferentes abordagens: diversidade de acervo,  democratização  do acesso, acessibilidade etc. O evento propõe a  reflexão sobre a  importância do critério da diversidade na seleção do  acervo, na gestão  da biblioteca, na formação dos gestores e mediadores  de leitura. Na  Biblioteca Monteiro Lobato acontecerá o LiteraSampinha  para 30 crianças  a partir de 05 anos: haverá leitura compartilhada e,  com apoio da  organização Espaço Arterial, será produzido, pelas  crianças, um jornal  literário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguindo o formato dos demais eventos realizados pelo LiteraSampa, haverá momentos para  reflexão   teórica e prática: debates, oficinas de mediação, declamação de poema,   bate-papo com autores, exposição de obra de Guimarães Rosa bordada  pela  organização Teia de Aranha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É   estimado um público de 250 participantes entre educadores sociais,   jovens mediadores de leitura, professores de escolas públicas,   estudantes de biblioteconomia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O  evento é gratuito, mas é solicitado que cada participante leve um  livro  de literatura com edição a partir de 2007, ara compor o acervo  das  bibliotecas comunitárias do Polo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; 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/33561569-2695497322833619347?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2695497322833619347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-orientarei-oficina-lendo-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2695497322833619347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2695497322833619347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-orientarei-oficina-lendo-historias.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvFKfj0ErM/Tmi_P6QdimI/AAAAAAAACsk/ou339joVBNM/s72-c/banner-literasampa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5436618119647422713</id><published>2011-08-20T11:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:54:20.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4PwSBj4ts/Tk_HL3NBGhI/AAAAAAAACsg/bScsT1Fybi8/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4PwSBj4ts/Tk_HL3NBGhI/AAAAAAAACsg/bScsT1Fybi8/s400/chuva.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vai chover chuva fina, vai chover chuva grossa...*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu não estive no Bosquinho, &lt;i&gt;"Botando a Palavra pra Andar"&lt;/i&gt; por conta da chuva. Não reclamo, porque precisava cair um pouco de água lá do céu...por aqui tudo estava muito seco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembrei-me de uma lenda que li na página "Jangada Brasil".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Resolvi postá-la aqui hoje...nesta manhã chuvosa de sábado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lenda da chuva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;conforme relato verbal do índio Puhuy Maxacali,             ouvido e transcrito por Luiz Carlos Lemos&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Os dedos das mãos e dos pés de cem guerreiros é pouco pra mostrar há quantas             luas se passou o que vou contar, na beira deste fogo. Tempo. Muito tempo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Naquele tempo, começo do mundo, não tinha chuva. Era só dia e noite, sol e lua e nada             mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tinha bichos, não tinha planta, não tinha árvore, não tinha verde. Só             pedra grandes e rios grandes, no meio das pedras. Nada mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os homens só comiam os peixes dos rios, que eram muitos. Mas, se não comiam peixe,             morriam de fome porque não tinha outra coisa não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os peixes então pularam muito alto e descobriram que no céu tinha água também, nas             nuvens grandes. Então eles pularam mais alto ainda e fugiram para as nuvens e foram viver             nas águas que moravam no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os homens, que não tinham mais peixe para comer, começaram a morrer de fome na terra             inteira, em cima das pedras, na beira dos rios vazios de peixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os peixes olharam lá do céu e viram os homens morrendo e chorando, todos com fome. E             eles ficaram com pena dos homens e começaram a chorar. As lágrimas dos peixes aumentaram             muito as águas do céu e o céu não pôde mais segurar as águas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então as águas do céu caíram em forma de chuva, que molhou as pedras, que se             desmancharam em terra, e as plantas nasceram para dar comida aos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas os peixes sentiram saudade dos rios e começaram a pular de volta para a terra. Os que             caíram nos rios continuaram peixes. Os que caíram fora dos rios viraram animais e             pássaros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os homens que tinham agora o que comer, juraram que só pescariam, só caçariam e só             tirariam das árvores o necessário para não morrer de fome. Por este respeito que os             homens têm pelos rios, pelos animais e pelas florestas, é que o mundo existe até hoje,             pois enquanto o homem não matar aNatureza, a Natureza não vai deixar o homem morrer de fome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/revista/colaboracoes/13.asp"&gt;http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/revista/colaboracoes/13.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;foto: Cláudio Donato (este registro não é do Bosquinho e sim do Parque do Ibirapuera, mas ilustra muito bem o Bosquinho molhado)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* trecho da música de Cláudio Donato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-5436618119647422713?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5436618119647422713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/vai-chover-chuva-fina-vai-chover-chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5436618119647422713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5436618119647422713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/vai-chover-chuva-fina-vai-chover-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4PwSBj4ts/Tk_HL3NBGhI/AAAAAAAACsg/bScsT1Fybi8/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-3178113709570315685</id><published>2011-08-15T12:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:36:57.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Ilustres Desconhecidos do Saber Popular" (Léo Lopes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTTSwNkxc5w/Tkk1TKNR5LI/AAAAAAAACsY/S8npx7mC7ug/s1600/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTTSwNkxc5w/Tkk1TKNR5LI/AAAAAAAACsY/S8npx7mC7ug/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTTSwNkxc5w/Tkk1TKNR5LI/AAAAAAAACsY/S8npx7mC7ug/s1600/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem, domingo do dia dos pais, eu recebi uma mensagem no endereço eletrônico do grupo de culturas populares, do qual faço parte.. Era de um moço chamado Léo Lopes. O assunto me chamou a atenção:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Meu avó faleceu esta madrugada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abri a mensagem, me emocionei muito com o que li e me identifiquei sobremaneira com o fato dele honrar os seus antepassados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pedi autorização para postar o texto que ele escreveu, na íntegra; ele me autorizou. Fiquei com muita vontade de ter conhecido seu avô e partilhar com ele alguns momentos de cantoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Penso que coisas tão bonitas assim, tão sensíveis, têm que se espalhar pelo mundo... Feito brisa que lambe seu rosto, te arrepiando de emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escolhi esta foto, pra ilustrar a ancestralidade. Quem honra seu caminho e os que vieram antes, caminha melhor! Segue o texto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj5uC-yhUZM/Tkk1VYhI4CI/AAAAAAAACsc/VMRpZpdcRQo/s1600/ancestralidade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj5uC-yhUZM/Tkk1VYhI4CI/AAAAAAAACsc/VMRpZpdcRQo/s400/ancestralidade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É louco pensar sobre a sina de cada qual. A dor que é bagagem unica do acervo existencial de cada um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cego, uma perna paralitica, se alimentando por meio  de uma sonda, sem prazer algum, nem mesmo de cantar. Aliás sua nobre  arte! Era portador de uma das vozes mais bonitas que já ouvi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Partiu um dos ilustres desconhecidos do saber popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sebastião Claudio da Silva:&amp;nbsp;um dos grandes  cantadores de moda de viola que animavam as festas das roças de cana de  açucar, &amp;nbsp;de algodão e laranja do interior paulista nas&amp;nbsp;decadas de  40/50/60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calou sua viola, sua gaita, sua voz e cavaquinho  quando já nos idos de 80 faleceu, o seu pareia de cantoria, meu Tio avô  Augusto Lopes, cantador de moda e tocador de sanfona. Depois que veio  morar com agente, as vezes na solidão da madrugada eu pegava ele  lembrando versos, quadras, cantarolando..."a mulher do Jangadeiro, é  jangadeira tamem... Ela luta cum a vida pra trazê cumida, prus fio que  tem"... "Eu não sou trem cargueiro que carrega carruage"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não gostava de ensinar, depois da cegueira  perdeu o sentido da vida, sistemático, pra aprender alguma coisa só uma  vez, de ouvido e sem ele perceber que tinha alguem ouvindo, percebendo  já parava logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ficaram as boas lembranças, das suas sempre  aconchegantes casas (como todo pobre que sai da roça pra ir pra  periferia das cidades, viveu em muitas). Sempre perto de alguma lagoa,  onde adorava nos ensinar a nadar. Entrava sempre primeiro, vasculhava o  fundo e anunciava onde estavam, caso&amp;nbsp;houvessem buracos, marcava os  limites e depois liberava a netaiada pra brincar. As vezes ficava  tocando sua gaita e nos observando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Que tempo bom, que não volta nunca mais"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô faleceu esta madrugada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Léo Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Escola de Capoeira Angola Resistencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Orquestra de Berimbaus Navio Negreiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Urucungos, Puitas e Quijengues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; Banda Negomantra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu Sebastião, fica em Paz! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fotos: Cláudio Donato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-3178113709570315685?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3178113709570315685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilustres-desconhecidos-do-saber-popular.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3178113709570315685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3178113709570315685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilustres-desconhecidos-do-saber-popular.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTTSwNkxc5w/Tkk1TKNR5LI/AAAAAAAACsY/S8npx7mC7ug/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4908974092909531677</id><published>2011-08-13T15:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:14:53.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqeGmNLst04/TkbEOz5fT_I/AAAAAAAACr8/43BaGaoNSfA/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqeGmNLst04/TkbEOz5fT_I/AAAAAAAACr8/43BaGaoNSfA/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manhã ensolarada de Sol...simbóra contar histórias no Bosquinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuD61jjtxkM/Tka9zzgHNAI/AAAAAAAACrQ/w8WqEymRTR4/s1600/2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuD61jjtxkM/Tka9zzgHNAI/AAAAAAAACrQ/w8WqEymRTR4/s400/2.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo caminho, não resisti às azaléias...lindas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70sHCpaWmQk/Tka9yVrgz2I/AAAAAAAACrM/g3EWzf-TJ0g/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70sHCpaWmQk/Tka9yVrgz2I/AAAAAAAACrM/g3EWzf-TJ0g/s400/1.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quase chegando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgIpURpbBU/Tka91IZaIoI/AAAAAAAACrU/RdvKReOT2lU/s1600/3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgIpURpbBU/Tka91IZaIoI/AAAAAAAACrU/RdvKReOT2lU/s400/3.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrrumar os tecidos no chão, pras pessoas que chegam... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFAhfZZqn7s/Tka-zB8_2dI/AAAAAAAACrY/MhNOCcacu84/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFAhfZZqn7s/Tka-zB8_2dI/AAAAAAAACrY/MhNOCcacu84/s400/4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E a gente, que quer ter tudo arrumadinho, esquece do inesperado...tempero pro novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hr1cI6WCZ1k/Tka_Nl-Kw8I/AAAAAAAACrc/xrU3ArCWLf4/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hr1cI6WCZ1k/Tka_Nl-Kw8I/AAAAAAAACrc/xrU3ArCWLf4/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo "em ordem", saio pelo bosquinho convidando as pessoas pra escutar histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05oxnNu1rfs/Tka_PHaq99I/AAAAAAAACrg/6FWvTe8VBM0/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05oxnNu1rfs/Tka_PHaq99I/AAAAAAAACrg/6FWvTe8VBM0/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha caminhada é confiante; pessoa que acredita que as outras pessoas também aproveitariam uma manhã tão maravilhosa como esta, em um lugar tão encantador como este...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá só uma olhada neste céu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCw0g4owsLg/TkbKY3l8O0I/AAAAAAAACsU/FdNSMqmhb1g/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCw0g4owsLg/TkbKY3l8O0I/AAAAAAAACsU/FdNSMqmhb1g/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZyS35QOrFA/TkbALUedG7I/AAAAAAAACrk/YUG0l0deDvw/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, que nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os poucos meninos grandes que tinham por lá, jogavam bola na quadra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, a grata surpresa: sentada em um dos bancos, Dona Rosa, uma senhora simpática, me recebeu com um sorriso gracioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1k1y8Bc8WU/TkbBemqthrI/AAAAAAAACro/xkTrfySzXig/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1k1y8Bc8WU/TkbBemqthrI/AAAAAAAACro/xkTrfySzXig/s400/8.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu logo vi que hoje, as histórias seriam contadas no banquinho. Tá vendo? Pra que arrumar tudo? Como diz o Cláudio, nós não controlamos essas coisas...ainda bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como alegria é para compartilhar, chegou Seu João...colega de caminhada da Dona Rosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeqBFQfVqBk/TkbB_NwUF4I/AAAAAAAACrs/lc6ZF9F7cCE/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WeqBFQfVqBk/TkbB_NwUF4I/AAAAAAAACrs/lc6ZF9F7cCE/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olha só, nós três no banquinho que fica bem no meio do caminho de quem atravessa o Bosquinho: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYnRRPASFyU/TkbCx-5PJqI/AAAAAAAACrw/jlRIOtik4Ng/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYnRRPASFyU/TkbCx-5PJqI/AAAAAAAACrw/jlRIOtik4Ng/s400/10.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duvido que você, que está me visitando, não gostaria de ter um Bosquinho como este perto da sua casa. E mais: tenho certeza que você seria uma das pessoas mais assíduas, certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkeFeF4xIpc/TkbDcy_fWmI/AAAAAAAACr0/MGOtB5OJ2u4/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkeFeF4xIpc/TkbDcy_fWmI/AAAAAAAACr0/MGOtB5OJ2u4/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNb5s0MEMB0/TkbD7cdbDZI/AAAAAAAACr4/IGVzgBO56yI/s1600/12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNb5s0MEMB0/TkbD7cdbDZI/AAAAAAAACr4/IGVzgBO56yI/s400/12.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Contei uma história pra Dona Rosa e pro Seu João.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o mais bacana é que eles me contaram suas histórias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqeGmNLst04/TkbEOz5fT_I/AAAAAAAACr8/43BaGaoNSfA/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqeGmNLst04/TkbEOz5fT_I/AAAAAAAACr8/43BaGaoNSfA/s400/13.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dona Rosa nasceu em Lisboa, Portugal. Veio pro Brasil nova mas já casada. Aqui, fez família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Histórias de vida...cheias de emoção e beleza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYbz7DidPuQ/TkbEm7JunqI/AAAAAAAACsA/m5kLTJsrDm8/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYbz7DidPuQ/TkbEm7JunqI/AAAAAAAACsA/m5kLTJsrDm8/s400/14.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu  João é brasileiro da Bahia. Veio pra São Paulo com dezoito anos e fez  família por aqui. Gosta muito de escutar histórias. Lembra de sua mãe,  que as contava na hora que as crianças iam dormir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas aventuras e aprendizado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo escutar histórias. E hoje, ganhei o presente de conhecer essas duas pessoas, com várias pra contar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLbxUQdC7a0/TkbH3jovb0I/AAAAAAAACsI/7fPLZ1UrO4o/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLbxUQdC7a0/TkbH3jovb0I/AAAAAAAACsI/7fPLZ1UrO4o/s400/16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando tá tudo bem seco na vida, pode surgir uma flor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOcPDT4t5rc/TkbIHN9WAvI/AAAAAAAACsM/2wBeIaltl4E/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOcPDT4t5rc/TkbIHN9WAvI/AAAAAAAACsM/2wBeIaltl4E/s400/17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que, apesar de pequena, reúne toda a beleza do mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu1ZqahJiYQ/TkbIVnZadVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/jYlp5laETKI/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu1ZqahJiYQ/TkbIVnZadVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/jYlp5laETKI/s400/18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tão perto, tão perto...às vezes, basta um simples gesto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vui-_xpOylQ/TkbFvZODX7I/AAAAAAAACsE/-Up6gdOA-5Q/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vui-_xpOylQ/TkbFvZODX7I/AAAAAAAACsE/-Up6gdOA-5Q/s400/15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nosso encontro foi encerrado com um som...de um tubo sonoro...feito de conduíte. Um som que parecem flautas encantadas, tocadas com suavidade pelo vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querida Dona Rosa, querido Seu João!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida pela companhia,  pelas histórias e por reforçar em mim, o valor e a importância das  histórias de vida de toda pessoa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fotos e sensibilidade: Cláudio Donato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paroFvHD6qQ/TkGAYiF9hNI/AAAAAAAACpI/7b52ywc62kI/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paroFvHD6qQ/TkGAYiF9hNI/AAAAAAAACpI/7b52ywc62kI/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Vagalume, tem tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu pai tá aqui,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tua mãe também!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJjDTWNMwt0/TkGAZX6Wp_I/AAAAAAAACpM/o96AdtzLGWk/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJjDTWNMwt0/TkGAZX6Wp_I/AAAAAAAACpM/o96AdtzLGWk/s400/3.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levei comigo o Pedro Malasartes, herói esperto, cheio de artimanhas...e bastante querido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4mFrbrzIoo/TkGAaISNdjI/AAAAAAAACpQ/uuZNc91cPLU/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4mFrbrzIoo/TkGAaISNdjI/AAAAAAAACpQ/uuZNc91cPLU/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto muito de contar as histórias de Pedro Malasartes como eu as  conheci: um herói popular, corrigindo - ao seu modo - as injustiças do  mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8eo0zrtysA/TkGAbAHqyQI/AAAAAAAACpU/ZJQwX7OtP3I/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8eo0zrtysA/TkGAbAHqyQI/AAAAAAAACpU/ZJQwX7OtP3I/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi um encontro muito bacana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WntunBO0r5w/TkGAXPjb6HI/AAAAAAAACpE/Vbe4E3gJZSM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WntunBO0r5w/TkGAXPjb6HI/AAAAAAAACpE/Vbe4E3gJZSM/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fomos muito bem recebidos pela equipe da biblioteca, que disponibilizou - ao final da atividade - alguns livros com histórias do Pedro Malasartes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas queridas Dona Ana, Janaína e Beatriz estiveram por lá...como sempre! Muito carinho por vocês, minhas lindaaaaaaas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvOjRgb_bNM/TkGIAlK0EMI/AAAAAAAACpY/-vSiys9lydA/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvOjRgb_bNM/TkGIAlK0EMI/AAAAAAAACpY/-vSiys9lydA/s400/6.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida, sempre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fotos: Cláudio Donato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-1730686974484855940?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1730686974484855940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/biblioteca-publica-alvaro-guerra-060811.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1730686974484855940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1730686974484855940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/08/biblioteca-publica-alvaro-guerra-060811.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paroFvHD6qQ/TkGAYiF9hNI/AAAAAAAACpI/7b52ywc62kI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-8930323520003451912</id><published>2011-07-29T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:39:04.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biblioteca Pública Lenyra Fraccaroli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8VXn_rziZs/TjNRzlm52XI/AAAAAAAACok/DRZDGQR6fF8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8VXn_rziZs/TjNRzlm52XI/AAAAAAAACok/DRZDGQR6fF8/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39yV9z5pNc/TjNR4a-H8OI/AAAAAAAACoo/fC224bvBJ9E/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39yV9z5pNc/TjNR4a-H8OI/AAAAAAAACoo/fC224bvBJ9E/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrsEkETHEeo/TjNR5qJmwlI/AAAAAAAACos/LdmrOq5KUCY/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrsEkETHEeo/TjNR5qJmwlI/AAAAAAAACos/LdmrOq5KUCY/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biblioteca Hans Christian Andersen - 28/06/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EOMsatUJHs/TibnebsTtyI/AAAAAAAACoM/QppAKEc088Q/s1600/dsc01874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EOMsatUJHs/TibnebsTtyI/AAAAAAAACoM/QppAKEc088Q/s320/dsc01874.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este aí embaixo comigo, é o Seu Cícero Pedro de Assis...&lt;br /&gt;Visconde da Vila Mara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Cordelista.. poeta dos bons!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H72Ej8UBRfc/TibnhOtQM8I/AAAAAAAACoQ/QDN4XRhm_ck/s1600/dsc01899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H72Ej8UBRfc/TibnhOtQM8I/AAAAAAAACoQ/QDN4XRhm_ck/s320/dsc01899.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4rKWJKuc_M/TibnjSpSEjI/AAAAAAAACoU/1Pgvnc9nr3g/s1600/dsc01917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4rKWJKuc_M/TibnjSpSEjI/AAAAAAAACoU/1Pgvnc9nr3g/s320/dsc01917.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B15hdfVHsfQ/TibnlbDBDvI/AAAAAAAACoY/OvOwRSBJYJE/s1600/dsc01862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B15hdfVHsfQ/TibnlbDBDvI/AAAAAAAACoY/OvOwRSBJYJE/s320/dsc01862.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As crianças físicas e interiores se divertiram muito neste dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pedro Malasarrrrrtes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Doutor Cilso:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/cordel/220046"&gt;http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/cordel/220046&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Editora Luzeiro: &lt;a href="http://editoraluzeiro.com.br/"&gt;http://editoraluzeiro.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fotos: Ivânia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-2363371482359297028?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2363371482359297028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/biblioteca-hans-christian-andersen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2363371482359297028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2363371482359297028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/biblioteca-hans-christian-andersen.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EOMsatUJHs/TibnebsTtyI/AAAAAAAACoM/QppAKEc088Q/s72-c/dsc01874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-3254011107273809415</id><published>2011-07-03T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:43:33.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contação no Bosquinho...Botando a palavra pra andar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem não teve contação...eu estava sem voz! Pois é...nadica de nada de palavra falada...uma crise alérgica braba e a faringite veio rasgando...vixe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então eu fui até o Bosquinho e fiquei avisando pras crianças que eu não contaria histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pra me fazer entender, tive que improvisar com um caco de telha, escrevendo no chão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hoje não tem histórias (tô sem voz). Débora"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YPMAifvZvY/ThD-MXYEYRI/AAAAAAAACoI/D3kcudJx3E0/s1600/DSC09961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YPMAifvZvY/ThD-MXYEYRI/AAAAAAAACoI/D3kcudJx3E0/s400/DSC09961.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi assim que a minha palavra falada descansou, nesta manhã de sábado. Coisas da vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-3254011107273809415?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3254011107273809415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/contacao-no-bosquinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3254011107273809415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3254011107273809415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/contacao-no-bosquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YPMAifvZvY/ThD-MXYEYRI/AAAAAAAACoI/D3kcudJx3E0/s72-c/DSC09961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4952874295317868828</id><published>2011-07-01T11:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:44:34.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCwxuvZcq8s/Tg3coetnR_I/AAAAAAAACn0/d11MCKAxKBk/s1600/Hist%25C3%25B3rias+infantis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCwxuvZcq8s/Tg3coetnR_I/AAAAAAAACn0/d11MCKAxKBk/s400/Hist%25C3%25B3rias+infantis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="location vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn org"&gt;Livraria Café &amp;amp; Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="adr"&gt;&lt;div class="street-address"&gt;Av. Dr. Renato de Andrade Maia, 765 - Parque Renato Maia - Guarulhos, SP, Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="street-address"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livrariacafeecultura.blogspot.com/2010/03/programacao-de-marco-2010.html"&gt;http://livrariacafeecultura.blogspot.com/2010/03/programacao-de-marco-2010.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/33561569-4952874295317868828?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4952874295317868828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/livraria-cafe-cultura-av.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4952874295317868828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4952874295317868828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/07/livraria-cafe-cultura-av.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCwxuvZcq8s/Tg3coetnR_I/AAAAAAAACn0/d11MCKAxKBk/s72-c/Hist%25C3%25B3rias+infantis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4494814141595345906</id><published>2011-06-25T16:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:14:20.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação de histórias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bosquinho (Parque do Atleta) - Guarulhos/SP, Brasil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar! - 25/06/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58EuJ8x1Ntc/TgYkOmnHfKI/AAAAAAAACnI/YwlY789WBYE/s1600/DSC09773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58EuJ8x1Ntc/TgYkOmnHfKI/AAAAAAAACnI/YwlY789WBYE/s320/DSC09773.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Este é o cenário que fica por sobre nossas cabeças, enquanto eu conto as histórias, aos sábados, no Bosquinho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Não o chamarei mais de Parque Casa do Atleta. Se você estiver no bairro do Gopouva, Guarulhos/SP, ninguém sabe desse tal parque; agora, pergunte pelo Bosquinho...toda gente o conhece e orienta como chegar até lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu vou botar aqui umas fotos que mostram melhor o Bosquinho, pra vocês terem uma ideia de como é lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;As meninas brincavam e eu as convidei. Depois de um tempo, chegaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdpViPxoghg/TgYifeQJBeI/AAAAAAAACnE/cBWJpQU414o/s1600/DSC09784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdpViPxoghg/TgYifeQJBeI/AAAAAAAACnE/cBWJpQU414o/s400/DSC09784.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Contei as histórias "O pequeno grão de areia" e "O Príncipe Lagarto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkJmTZKUpP0/TgYngy5-QxI/AAAAAAAACnM/0NbKXR-zo64/s1600/DSC09786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkJmTZKUpP0/TgYngy5-QxI/AAAAAAAACnM/0NbKXR-zo64/s400/DSC09786.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A menina mais velha disse que nunca lhe contaram histórias. As duas menores escutam as histórias que as professoras lhes contam na escola.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClMN1KXEHkY/TgYoNMEAuoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/DwpLqGlCJEI/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClMN1KXEHkY/TgYoNMEAuoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/DwpLqGlCJEI/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252813%2529.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Precisa ver que olhão uma delas fazia, cada vez que eu descrevia o Príncipe Lagarto, todo escamoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAXJP1cslkw/TgYpaPl_rYI/AAAAAAAACnU/58VH4_QJKpk/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252815%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAXJP1cslkw/TgYpaPl_rYI/AAAAAAAACnU/58VH4_QJKpk/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252815%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Foi maravilhoso poder contar a primeira história pra uma menina! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0d-QGAMXJ_U/TgYp1JGYGtI/AAAAAAAACnY/_zVq-MWGc9g/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252820%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0d-QGAMXJ_U/TgYp1JGYGtI/AAAAAAAACnY/_zVq-MWGc9g/s320/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252820%2529.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Inda mais numa "floresta", como esta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln3rWoVow1c/TgYqFhpdYUI/AAAAAAAACnc/kyPtvH2KlBI/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252825%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ln3rWoVow1c/TgYqFhpdYUI/AAAAAAAACnc/kyPtvH2KlBI/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252825%2529.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho pra mim, que ela jamais esquerecerá a primeira história que escutou, no meio da mata...dentro da Natureza...Eita coisa boa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Mais ó...vem chegando outra turma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5_j3hdF-cY/TgYrJ5oBbSI/AAAAAAAACng/Lc_8oxEDydg/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252837%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5_j3hdF-cY/TgYrJ5oBbSI/AAAAAAAACng/Lc_8oxEDydg/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252837%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A Thays, criadora do blog Guarulhos de ponta a ponta: &lt;a href="http://guarulista.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://guarulista.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ela trouxe o seu companheiro e seu filho Pedro. Inclusive foi ele, o Pedro, que convidou as outras crianças pra escutar histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxvAMRzhoE/TgYsEtc92LI/AAAAAAAACnk/zISw7NjyeS4/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252839%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxvAMRzhoE/TgYsEtc92LI/AAAAAAAACnk/zISw7NjyeS4/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252839%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu contei uma história da tradição judaica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isCsOt8o3A4/TgYvV5M2kZI/AAAAAAAACno/zjzM9tJ9tvo/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252845%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isCsOt8o3A4/TgYvV5M2kZI/AAAAAAAACno/zjzM9tJ9tvo/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%252845%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;O menino menor (de idade,não de tamanho) tava impressionado com as folhas e galhos que caíam das árvores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Achei bacana isso; é preciso ser curioso neste mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Pedro lembrou que assim eram feitos os cestos... Então, tentamos tecer com alguns galhos espelhados pelo chão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Depois brincamos de lobo mau e três porquinhos. Foi gostoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A gente não tem que escutar histórias...a gente escuta quando quer...se for obrigado, dá raiva, pega bronca, não gosta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Escutar e contar histórias precisa ser, antes de mais nada, gostoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQju1HfJGGQ/TgYxqoZDWcI/AAAAAAAACnw/n88f9csgcUc/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQju1HfJGGQ/TgYxqoZDWcI/AAAAAAAACnw/n88f9csgcUc/s400/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%25284%2529.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_H4hfpI2dg/TgYwPJZVvmI/AAAAAAAACns/OV2_sB09vJs/s1600/D%25C3%25A9bora+Kikuti+-+Conta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+no+Bosquinho+-+Gopouva-+Guarulhos+-+SP+-+250611+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Por isso eu vou ao Bosquinho...porque gosto, porque quero...simples assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida às crianças e às pessoas adultas que estiveram comigo nessa linda e ensolarada manhã!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida ao meu amor-companheiro pelo registro carinhoso e sensível!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; 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color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HISTÓRIAS PARA MUDAR O MUNDO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;21 06 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu fui ao parque onde costumo contar histórias aos sábados, para celebrar o nascimento da Red Internacional de Cuentacontos. Como a própria rede sugere, "(...) para criar uma nova realidade, e começar a sentir que estamos construindo um mundo melhor através da palavra e dos contos (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É exatamente nisso que acredito e que pratico. Então, simbóra celebrar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  crianças já estavam no parque. Umas jogavam futebol, outras jogavam pingue-pongue. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Convidei todas e elas foram chegando... devagarinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO7a1jOCfdg/TgFFR2WdmhI/AAAAAAAACm4/iI5ja4pHPf0/s1600/DSC09680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO7a1jOCfdg/TgFFR2WdmhI/AAAAAAAACm4/iI5ja4pHPf0/s400/DSC09680.jpg" style="color: black;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJbU-ghLBvM/TgC8Vbb7sxI/AAAAAAAACmk/VLjTOR9fTKI/s1600/DSC09697_778x583.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Os primeiros que chegaram, ainda retomavam o ar...muita corrida atrás da bola! Foram sentando, se acalmando...e as histórias chegaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9xlmtvkFek/TgC8ZvETpLI/AAAAAAAACmw/OzYkALZlmRk/s1600/DSC09683_583x778.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9xlmtvkFek/TgC8ZvETpLI/AAAAAAAACmw/OzYkALZlmRk/s400/DSC09683_583x778.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4G1bV6p2WQ/TgC8WltkbjI/AAAAAAAACmo/XK5L4vlzomY/s1600/DSC09691_778x583.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4G1bV6p2WQ/TgC8WltkbjI/AAAAAAAACmo/XK5L4vlzomY/s400/DSC09691_778x583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bicicleta ficou estacionada, bem perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv8IAZvtbH4/TgC8YVWM0_I/AAAAAAAACms/0F0ZJh5ll00/s1600/DSC09685_583x778.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bv8IAZvtbH4/TgC8YVWM0_I/AAAAAAAACms/0F0ZJh5ll00/s400/DSC09685_583x778.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois das histórias, os meninos queriam ficar mais... mas não podiam... tinham que ir à escola... Achei muito bonito o fato desses meninos exercitarem o corpo, com o futebol, a mente com a escola e a mente, com alma... com as histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8xIZSQ2u0A/TgC8apd7QZI/AAAAAAAACm0/Iyjw2v2Umew/s1600/DSC09675_778x583.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8xIZSQ2u0A/TgC8apd7QZI/AAAAAAAACm0/Iyjw2v2Umew/s400/DSC09675_778x583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois que os meninos do futebol foram embora, chegaram as meninas e meninos do pingue-pongue e a Inês, amiga contadora de histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9xlmtvkFek/TgC8ZvETpLI/AAAAAAAACmw/OzYkALZlmRk/s1600/DSC09683_583x778.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqa-_D8gtwg/TgC8OVFgsbI/AAAAAAAACmQ/Q8bCeuY-ACk/s1600/DSC09731_778x583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqa-_D8gtwg/TgC8OVFgsbI/AAAAAAAACmQ/Q8bCeuY-ACk/s400/DSC09731_778x583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Logo de início, tivemos a oportunidade de uma experiência da cultura tradicional paulista/brasileira: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoC_k7Fc0vY/TgC8Pv2EjII/AAAAAAAACmU/KHiNlvpVbK8/s1600/DSC09728_583x778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoC_k7Fc0vY/TgC8Pv2EjII/AAAAAAAACmU/KHiNlvpVbK8/s400/DSC09728_583x778.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este moço todo sorridente aí em cima, é o Igor... no início, ele não estava sorridente assim não... tinha perdido seu celular e estava bem aflito; a mãe iria brigar muito com ele... Quem conseguiria escutar histórias assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Apxla5u0o/TgC8Qq1IPYI/AAAAAAAACmY/wxle3mJTqMQ/s1600/DSC09721_778x583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Apxla5u0o/TgC8Qq1IPYI/AAAAAAAACmY/wxle3mJTqMQ/s400/DSC09721_778x583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, nós fomos ajudá-lo a procurar o aparelho perdido... pelo parque... cheio de folhas no chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ax1OAUCBQAg/TgC8RprqPWI/AAAAAAAACmc/UARCACwtR8w/s1600/DSC09711_583x778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ax1OAUCBQAg/TgC8RprqPWI/AAAAAAAACmc/UARCACwtR8w/s400/DSC09711_583x778.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Depois  de muito procurar, eu disse assim: "São Longuinho, São Longuinho, se eu  encontrar o celular do Igor, darei 50 pulinhos (que é bastante, até pra  São Longuinho!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6RxYXo39FM/TgC8Uo_Y-vI/AAAAAAAACmg/5D0eMV_1u4A/s1600/DSC09702_778x583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6RxYXo39FM/TgC8Uo_Y-vI/AAAAAAAACmg/5D0eMV_1u4A/s400/DSC09702_778x583.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJbU-ghLBvM/TgC8Vbb7sxI/AAAAAAAACmk/VLjTOR9fTKI/s1600/DSC09697_778x583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Perguntei pro Igor e pros seus amigos quantos pulinhos eles dariam também. Todos combinaram dar 50 pulinhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Logo em seguida, encontramos o celular do Igor. Gente, São Longuinho já estava feliz com 50, imagina com 250!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Uma alegria geral, porque a mãe dele não brigaria mais...ufa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Depois das histórias, eles pediram pra gente cantar uma música (eu sempre canto antes de inciar a história).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Então, entoamos juntos a cantiga "Periquito Maracanã", que o meu amor-companheiro&amp;nbsp; gravou pra gente botar no blog.&amp;nbsp; Tá aí embaixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida à Rede Internacional de Cuentacuentos pela existência e pela ideia da celebração. Parabéns!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida às meninas, aos meninos e à Inês pela presença deliciosa...Foi muito bom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida à Natureza, que nos presenteou com uma linda manhã ensolarada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida ao Cláudio Donato, meu amor-companheiro, pelos registros!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou certa de que todos nós mudamos o mundo interior, pra melhor, hoje... assim também poderemos mudar o mundo exterior! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 14.5pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiasparacambiarelmundo.blogspot.com/2011/06/invitacion-para-participar-el-dia-21-de.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo185 Estilo193"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo204"&gt;21 de junho de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo185 Estilo193"&gt;             &lt;span class="Estilo79"&gt;&lt;span class="Estilo203"&gt;&lt;a href="http://historiasparacambiarelmundo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Histórias para mudar o mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde a RIC, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;Rede Internacional de Contadores de Histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;trazemos-lhe este convite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;para que participes da nossa celebração: Histórias para mudar o mundo, neste 21 de junho de 2011 e, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;posteriormente, em 21 de junho de cada ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Site: &lt;a href="http://historiasparacambiarelmundo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;historiasparacambiarelmundo.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Blog: &lt;a href="http://historiasparacambiarelmundo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;historiasparacambiarelmundo.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;remos colocando todas as atividades relacionadas com contos que nos informem e aconteçam neste 21 de junho de 2011&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;No  último Simpósio Internacional de Contadores de Histórias, celebrado no  ano passado no Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, reunimo-nos vários coordenadores  da RIC e concordamos por unanimidade, estabelecer esta data para  celebrar o nascimento da RIC, e difundir e aprimorar a arte de contar  histórias com o tema: Histórias para mudar o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A proposta é convidar e convocar a todas as pessoas que queiram se somar a este festejo: Cuentacuentos, &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Storytelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt; narradores espontâneos, bibliotecários, professores, pais, avós, jovens  e todos aqueles que tenham interesse em participar, para que narrem  contos nesse dia em diferentes locais: escolas, bibliotecas, colégios,  casas de família, praças, parques, centros culturais, salas teatrais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com  estas ações estaremos multiplicando o efeito de celebração que  procuramos e estaremos -entre todos- narrando histórias para criar uma  nova realidade, e começar a sentir que estamos construindo um mundo  melhor através da palavra e dos contos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se contares histórias no dia 21, envia-nos um e-mail a &lt;a href="mailto:red@cuentacuentos.eu" target="_blank"&gt;red@cuentacuentos.eu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; e nós colocaremos a informação no site e no blog de Histórias para mudar o mundo. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Informações no email: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nome da pessoa que vai contar as histórias. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Local onde vai contar:&lt;/b&gt; (nome do local, rua, cidade e país) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o horário. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Também  podes enviar uma fotografia do momento em que estiveres contando  histórias nesse dia 21, ou um enlace de youtube com a sua intervenção  para que coloquemos no site.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:red@cuentacuentos.eu" target="_blank"&gt;red@cuentacuentos.eu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Muito obrigado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;por se juntar a esta proposta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Un saludo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Enrique Páez y Beatriz Montero&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soY93ZstdGo/TfvMg5VRmsI/AAAAAAAACmM/K7SmhVEhfNE/s1600/Boca06b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soY93ZstdGo/TfvMg5VRmsI/AAAAAAAACmM/K7SmhVEhfNE/s200/Boca06b3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Red Internacional de Cuentacuentos (RIC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;International Storytelling Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; (RIC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuentacuentos.eu/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;http://www.cuentacuentos.eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:red@cuentacuentos.eu" target="_blank"&gt;red@cuentacuentos.eu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Eu celebrarei, contando histórias aqui em Guarulhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;10h - Bosque do Atleta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parque Municipal José Hettefleis – &lt;b&gt;Bosque do Atleta&lt;/b&gt; - R. Filomena&lt;br /&gt;Biondi, s/n, Torres Tibagy, Guarulhos/SP, Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como chegar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=-23.458129,-46.546884&amp;amp;spn=0.017047,0.027595&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;msid=210277046248393054265.0004992c8ecac98363b54"&gt;http://maps.google.com.br/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=-23.458129,-46.546884&amp;amp;spn=0.017047,0.027595&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;msid=210277046248393054265.0004992c8ecac98363b54&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;14h - Reunião do Geoparque Ciclo do Ouro, Guarulhos/SP, Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-1648313304722340128?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1648313304722340128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/06/21-de-junho-de-2011-historias-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1648313304722340128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1648313304722340128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/06/21-de-junho-de-2011-historias-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soY93ZstdGo/TfvMg5VRmsI/AAAAAAAACmM/K7SmhVEhfNE/s72-c/Boca06b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4143275018182595176</id><published>2011-06-12T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:03:22.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciclo Joanino*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9ti21lysmU/TfTiwLt3rOI/AAAAAAAACmI/LUZEZmHs6d4/s1600/sto+antonio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9ti21lysmU/TfTiwLt3rOI/AAAAAAAACmI/LUZEZmHs6d4/s400/sto+antonio.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos na véspera de &lt;strong&gt;santo Antoninho&lt;/strong&gt;... noite de simpatias pra arrumar namorado... marido... amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qdo.  a gente era menina, eu e minhas primas deixávamos uma bacia com água na  noite de véspera, com alguns nomes dos meninos que a gente gostava  (rsrsrs), tudo dobradinho, boiando naquela água, que ficava tomando o  sereno... a luz da Lua... pela manhã, abria um papelzinho...era o nome  do menino que a gente iria namorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Havia quem botasse o  santo de cabeça pra baixo ou lhe retirasse o menino dos braços, dizendo  que as coisas só voltariam nos conformes, se o santo lhes trouxesse o  moço com quem elas namoraríam/casaríam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Narra-se, como  fato histórico, que uma jovem rezava frente à imagem do santo  — a mesma  existente no convento do Tabuleiro da Baiana — quando viu balançar, em   gesto afirmativo, a cabeça do Menino Jesus que a imagem do santo tem  nos braços.  O gesto pareceu à jovem a resposta aos pedidos diários que  vinha fazendo, ante o  altar de Santo Antônio, para que um certo Manuel  se decidisse a casar. Origem ou  não, diz-se que nasceu daí a devoção a  Santo Antônio, de quantas jovens andam em  busca de namorado ou que, já o  tendo, desejam com ele casar." *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem lenda que diz que  duas moças não tinham dinheiro para o dote, e portanto não arranjariam  marido para casar. Santo Antônio teria jogado um saquinho de moedas pela  chaminé das duas moças desamparadas. Este episódio teria dado origem à  sua fama de ajudar as moças a&amp;nbsp; encontrarem marido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra,  ainda, diz que uma bonita jovem estava desesperançada de casar, sempre  esperando por um noivo que nunca chegava. Pegou-se então com Santo  Antonio, o santo casamenteiro. Comprou  uma imagem do santo, levou para  benzer e fez um altar em sua casa.  Todos os dias prestava fervorosa  devoção e lhe dava um tostãozinho de  promessa. Passaram-se  semanas,  meses, anos e... nada de casamento... O noivo tão sonhado não  aparecia,  nem se ouvia dizer de algum moço bonito, ou mesmo qualquer  moço que  tivesse  interesse por ela. Depois  de muita lamentação com sua velha  mãe sobre o poder de milagre de santo  Antonio, que agora ela botava  dúvida, pegou a imagem num rompante de  desespero e atirou-a pela  janela. Acontece  que nessa hora - lá na rua embaixo de sua janela -  passava um moço bem  bonito, que recebeu em sua cabeça a pequena imagem  do santo. Apesar do susto pegou-a e, vendo de onde tinha saído, resolveu  bater à porta para devolvê-la. Deu de cara com a bonita moça, toda sem  graça... Trocaram olhares, apaixonarm-se e dentro de alguns tempos,  aconteceu o tão sonhado casamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia do santo (&lt;strong&gt;13 de junho&lt;/strong&gt;)  igrejas que o homenageiam distribuem pão bento que deve ser guardado  junto aos alimentos, pra não faltar nunca... minha vó sempre tinha um  pãozinho de santo Antonio dentro das latas de arroz e feijão... delícia  de lembrança!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Para saber mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706a.asp" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706a.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706f.asp" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706f.asp&lt;/a&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/33561569-4143275018182595176?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4143275018182595176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/06/ciclo-joanino-estamos-na-vespera-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4143275018182595176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4143275018182595176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/06/ciclo-joanino-estamos-na-vespera-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9ti21lysmU/TfTiwLt3rOI/AAAAAAAACmI/LUZEZmHs6d4/s72-c/sto+antonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4310632635689806132</id><published>2011-05-25T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:23:25.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação em Sampa - pelo Sistema Municipal de Bibliotecas da Prefeitura de São Paulo - 19/05/11 - (quinta-feira) - Ponto de Leitura São Mateus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FO_Y9ug-Wc/Td0bq1TOYpI/AAAAAAAAClw/H_QU0QQJ1sc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FO_Y9ug-Wc/Td0bq1TOYpI/AAAAAAAAClw/H_QU0QQJ1sc/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um lugar aconchegante... Fica em uma área muito grande, rodeada por árvores...Tenho certeza de que a Secretaria de Cultura conseguirá recuperar aquele lugar, tão bonito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAVY5lvPees/Td0cTlpdNJI/AAAAAAAACl0/ZJ2dXI8E3uA/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAVY5lvPees/Td0cTlpdNJI/AAAAAAAACl0/ZJ2dXI8E3uA/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um acervo muito bacana, com livros interessantes e encantadores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-FjbNZDATo/Td0cs-PVnSI/AAAAAAAACl4/JLrNhbiAok0/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-FjbNZDATo/Td0cs-PVnSI/AAAAAAAACl4/JLrNhbiAok0/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As crianças da comunidade e as pessoas adolescentes da escola Adhemar de Antonio Prado, trazidas pelo professor mediador João Franciso e demais professoras, estiveram conosco durante as histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmTMGb0V1E/Td0cxbjxVPI/AAAAAAAACl8/D7KB_Mv7CCI/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmTMGb0V1E/Td0cxbjxVPI/AAAAAAAACl8/D7KB_Mv7CCI/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHnvwYgFvpI/Td0c1pewvkI/AAAAAAAACmA/VzOniMbeoeQ/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHnvwYgFvpI/Td0c1pewvkI/AAAAAAAACmA/VzOniMbeoeQ/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Interagindo e viajando pra todos os lugares, espaços e tempos em que estivemos, juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbHPK-KQODc/Td0dDFTjdyI/AAAAAAAACmE/lvXqs5MvEf8/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbHPK-KQODc/Td0dDFTjdyI/AAAAAAAACmE/lvXqs5MvEf8/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito agradecida às pessoas responsáveis pela manutenção material e emocional do Ponto de Leitura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito agradecida à escola que foi escutar histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muito agradecida pela oportunidade, sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-4310632635689806132?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4310632635689806132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/05/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4310632635689806132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4310632635689806132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/05/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FO_Y9ug-Wc/Td0bq1TOYpI/AAAAAAAAClw/H_QU0QQJ1sc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-6787539200070265084</id><published>2011-05-04T12:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:58:41.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOTANDO A PALAVRA PRA ANDAR! Contação de histórias no Parque Casa do Atleta - 30/04/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-qsjFdO7Y8/TcFwQCr2eII/AAAAAAAAClk/xqP-SANB-cA/s1600/300411+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-qsjFdO7Y8/TcFwQCr2eII/AAAAAAAAClk/xqP-SANB-cA/s400/300411+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma tarde de sábado, quente e iluminada pelo lindo sol de outono... Andei pelo parque, convidando quem teve coragem de sair de casa, pra ser feliz junto aos pés de fruta, bambuzal... pra sentir a Natureza que se oferece pra gente...gratuitamente, gostosamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbH_m-b_yzw/TcFwSTNiiqI/AAAAAAAAClo/A5Nzzm7XueU/s1600/300411+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbH_m-b_yzw/TcFwSTNiiqI/AAAAAAAAClo/A5Nzzm7XueU/s400/300411+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Estendi meus paninhos coloridos no chão e chegaram os seres bem humanos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lindos...prontos pra escutar...Veja só a carinha da menina encantada de rosa, que ao escutar a história não aguentou e disse: "_É muito malvado mesmo, esse moço!". Delícia de interação, fazendo gesto com as mãozinhas e uma cara de brava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A menina maior reagia expressivamente à narrativa, em cada emoção uma expressão...e os meninos quiseram caçoar dela... Meninos, olha só como ela deixa a história passar por ela...inteirinha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Os meninos não caçoaram mais...Se entregaram e deixaram-se soltos...as histórias passaram...um tanto ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUTRrbvGMzs/TcFwTwaU9JI/AAAAAAAACls/_xt6wrwD1oo/s1600/300411+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUTRrbvGMzs/TcFwTwaU9JI/AAAAAAAACls/_xt6wrwD1oo/s400/300411+%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lembrei-me do poeta*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todos estes que aí estão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Atravancando o meu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eles passarão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu passarinho!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;* Poeminha do contra - Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-6787539200070265084?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/6787539200070265084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/05/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6787539200070265084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6787539200070265084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/05/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-qsjFdO7Y8/TcFwQCr2eII/AAAAAAAAClk/xqP-SANB-cA/s72-c/300411+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-3588973737774072809</id><published>2011-04-30T19:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:15:21.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação em Sampa - pelo Sistema Municipal de Bibliotecas da Prefeitura de &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;30/04/11 - sábado - Biblioteca Pedro da Silva Nava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nós estávamos em um outro lugar, quando fomos pro lado de fora da biblioteca. Mas a Maria Eduarda, essa menina linda aí em baixo, ó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9HEIuS1lEg/TbyRi09FglI/AAAAAAAAClA/KuA2vU_4jIs/s1600/DSC00890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9HEIuS1lEg/TbyRi09FglI/AAAAAAAAClA/KuA2vU_4jIs/s320/DSC00890.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Precisou fazer uma limpeza no seu organismo e nos ajudou! Fomos pra esse lugar bonito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWAU2vDTAZU/TbyLSIFrK3I/AAAAAAAACkM/R0ctfqNhQ6U/s1600/DSC00858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWAU2vDTAZU/TbyLSIFrK3I/AAAAAAAACkM/R0ctfqNhQ6U/s320/DSC00858.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ó que delícia de roda a gente fez do lado de fora da biblioteca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUFB61UlsOo/TbyLVQApLBI/AAAAAAAACkQ/P-ziGcU-xzI/s1600/DSC00865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GUFB61UlsOo/TbyLVQApLBI/AAAAAAAACkQ/P-ziGcU-xzI/s320/DSC00865.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nem parecia que estávamos no meio da cidade de São Paulo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5D1jXLhozII/TbyLaISacbI/AAAAAAAACkU/kPEWogahJb8/s1600/DSC00867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5D1jXLhozII/TbyLaISacbI/AAAAAAAACkU/kPEWogahJb8/s320/DSC00867.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rodeados por automóveis barulhentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dá só uma olhada nesta foto, aí embaixo...O Jorge, essa criança grudada em minhas pernas, brincando com meus sininhos de acordar histórias e crianças interiores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giF88_338VE/TbyLbQD1STI/AAAAAAAACkY/U5njkCpGlB0/s1600/DSC00869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giF88_338VE/TbyLbQD1STI/AAAAAAAACkY/U5njkCpGlB0/s320/DSC00869.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gente grande, entregue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZkSwA03HsM/TbyLgHAjY6I/AAAAAAAACkc/dVHDOuaQ_NI/s1600/DSC00873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZkSwA03HsM/TbyLgHAjY6I/AAAAAAAACkc/dVHDOuaQ_NI/s320/DSC00873.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gente tranquila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJLKBAkgRmk/TbyLhi_bu5I/AAAAAAAACkg/_Lk5eIgU8mo/s1600/DSC00875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJLKBAkgRmk/TbyLhi_bu5I/AAAAAAAACkg/_Lk5eIgU8mo/s320/DSC00875.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Minha alegria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yhIAisumFA/TbyLlP1AqDI/AAAAAAAACkk/u5cvrpuqfc8/s1600/DSC00880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iK8rBi6L0Y/TbyL3_MFzlI/AAAAAAAACko/dlzwqgGKNXs/s1600/DSC00882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iK8rBi6L0Y/TbyL3_MFzlI/AAAAAAAACko/dlzwqgGKNXs/s320/DSC00882.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O Sol de outono, com sua luz especialmente bela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUZwnMZtadA/TbyMAeh_ySI/AAAAAAAACks/rvt46CmW_uE/s1600/DSC00885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBy2ShEha1w/TbyME_B0ctI/AAAAAAAACkw/ow59t3LVVHw/s1600/DSC00891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBy2ShEha1w/TbyME_B0ctI/AAAAAAAACkw/ow59t3LVVHw/s320/DSC00891.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O querido Nelson (de camiseta branca), apareceu pra escutar histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuIw8scdjQQ/TbyMGM05SYI/AAAAAAAACk0/LyCQrJsHZ7o/s1600/DSC00895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuIw8scdjQQ/TbyMGM05SYI/AAAAAAAACk0/LyCQrJsHZ7o/s320/DSC00895.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Daí, caiu na farra comigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo4ZQPffHaU/TbyMXs0GJYI/AAAAAAAACk4/p20eHfez6dY/s1600/DSC00902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo4ZQPffHaU/TbyMXs0GJYI/AAAAAAAACk4/p20eHfez6dY/s320/DSC00902.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esse moço da foto aí embaixo, de camiseta branca do lado da moça de blusa roxa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xG1xISVqqx0/TbyMZs4yVPI/AAAAAAAACk8/GAYRiaaJ1uw/s1600/DSC00904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xG1xISVqqx0/TbyMZs4yVPI/AAAAAAAACk8/GAYRiaaJ1uw/s320/DSC00904.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois não é que o nome dele é Pedro e ele nos disse que quando criança era conhecido por Pedro Malasartes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Pedro, esse da foto, disse - assim que chegou - que ficaria somente cinco minutos com a gente...tinha outros compromissos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acabou que ficou até quando as histórias se despediram. Falou que hoje de noite ele iria pra uma festa e que agora ele teria sobre o que conversar por lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha gente, muito agradecida por compartilhar essas "horinhas de descuido", como diria Guimarães Rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/33561569-3588973737774072809?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3588973737774072809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3588973737774072809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3588973737774072809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9HEIuS1lEg/TbyRi09FglI/AAAAAAAAClA/KuA2vU_4jIs/s72-c/DSC00890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-7267972199241366054</id><published>2011-04-28T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:13:14.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação em Sampa - pelo Sistema Municipal de Bibliotecas da Prefeitura de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14/04/11 - quinta-feira - Ponto de Leitura Jardim Lapenna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_QbPxHebXw/Tbm7KNTlrWI/AAAAAAAACjY/vi5dkVGn39k/s1600/DSC00656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_QbPxHebXw/Tbm7KNTlrWI/AAAAAAAACjY/vi5dkVGn39k/s320/DSC00656.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YRbGtOIHJc/Tbm7QH_BvGI/AAAAAAAACjc/mFtDe4PXFMA/s1600/DSC00657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar!!! Contação de histórias no Parque Casa do Atleta - Guarulhos /SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como tive compromisso com outros trabalhos no sábado, fui contar histórias no Parque - que todos no bairro chamam de "bosquinho", no domingo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembrem-se: tenho que contar com a gentileza de alguém por perto e com a compreensão de vocês, para o registro das fotos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As crianças me encontraram na sexta-feira, pelas ruas do bairro e perguntaram se haveria história no sábado. Eu disse que seria no domingo, e elas apareceram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAX1sImfJWA/Tay-RT2PIpI/AAAAAAAACi0/yCuBsXuuLEE/s1600/IMG_165824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAX1sImfJWA/Tay-RT2PIpI/AAAAAAAACi0/yCuBsXuuLEE/s400/IMG_165824.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Coisa mais gostosa, contar e escutar histórias numa tarde maravilhosa de domingo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A Beatriz, minha amiguinha-vizinha-que-adora-escutar-histórias, também esteve conosco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDAsG70p0Oc/Tay-Z7A9HCI/AAAAAAAACi4/ID7ri0dU7fs/s1600/IMG_165656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDAsG70p0Oc/Tay-Z7A9HCI/AAAAAAAACi4/ID7ri0dU7fs/s400/IMG_165656.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Logo depois que as histórias voaram pro mundo, as crianças correram pro&amp;nbsp; parquinho. Eu, saí de lá cheia de alegria e com minha alma alimentada...Tenho certeza que nossa semana será maravilhosa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Valeu, criançaaaaaaaaaaas!!!! &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/33561569-3871843479453385372?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3871843479453385372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3871843479453385372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3871843479453385372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAX1sImfJWA/Tay-RT2PIpI/AAAAAAAACi0/yCuBsXuuLEE/s72-c/IMG_165824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-8382660121006895121</id><published>2011-04-18T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:39:05.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contação em Sampa - pelo Sistema Municipal de Bibliotecas da Prefeitura de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16/04/11 - sábado - Biblioteca Arnaldo Magalhães Giácomo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tive a grata surpresa de contar histórias para crianças de 3 a 5 anos, no último sábado. A Odailza, que trabalha na biblioteca ajeitou tudinho pra que nosso encontro fosse muito agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou sem uma máquina fotográfica decente e as últimas fotos que ando postando foram feitas por um celular nada mega, ultra, plus...O&amp;nbsp; que vale é registrar o momento... É assim que penso, ao postá-las por aqui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quero muito compartilhar com vocês os momentos tão intensos que vivo, neste caminho que escolhi...contar histórias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBtetX3hWJE/Tay8a2DKh5I/AAAAAAAACio/E3FPNt65GXU/s1600/IMG_103957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBtetX3hWJE/Tay8a2DKh5I/AAAAAAAACio/E3FPNt65GXU/s400/IMG_103957.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vejam se vocês resitiriam aos encantos dessas crianças... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDqbD8n9LDY/Tay8fy2OyuI/AAAAAAAACis/Eb_kGKk2urc/s1600/IMG_105046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDqbD8n9LDY/Tay8fy2OyuI/AAAAAAAACis/Eb_kGKk2urc/s400/IMG_105046.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ficou como sempre deveria ser...muito aconchegante...pertinho...gostoso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Inté.&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/33561569-8382660121006895121?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8382660121006895121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8382660121006895121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8382660121006895121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contacao-em-sampa-pelo-sistema.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBtetX3hWJE/Tay8a2DKh5I/AAAAAAAACio/E3FPNt65GXU/s72-c/IMG_103957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5576263913159778631</id><published>2011-04-15T09:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:16:50.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO PRÓXIMO SÁBADO (16/04/11) NÃO HAVERÁ CONTAÇÃO DE HISTÓRIAS NO PARQUE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ESTAREI POR LÁ NO DOMINGO (17/04/11), ÀS 11 HORAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-5576263913159778631?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5576263913159778631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-proximo-sabado-160411-nao-havera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5576263913159778631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5576263913159778631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-proximo-sabado-160411-nao-havera.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5415158347663889477</id><published>2011-04-09T12:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:13:52.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Botando a palavra pra andar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfFji9sjh78/TaBz1yjX3BI/AAAAAAAACig/mKTJilgrquQ/s1600/9+4+2011+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfFji9sjh78/TaBz1yjX3BI/AAAAAAAACig/mKTJilgrquQ/s400/9+4+2011+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;09/04/11 - Contação de histórias no Parque Casa do Atleta (parque público) em Guarulhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheguei antes das 10h. O lugar que eu gosto de ficar - praticamente uma clareira - estava ocupado por duas mulheres que praticavam taichi...Que bom! Gente que cuida integralmente da saúde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dei uma volta pelo parque e fui convidando as pessoas pelo caminho. Eu parecia até uma versão da chapeuzinho vermelho - mais madura... Vestia marrom... Com uma cesta cheinha de tecidos mágicos, pra gente cobrir o chão e nos sentarmos pras histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eis que surgem meus cavaleiros, meus guardiões encantados, meninos que me acompanharam até o lugar querido, percebendo que agora ele estava vazio... E não só isso... Ao chegarmos lá, os meninos -encantados forraram o chão com os tecidos mágicos coloridos, que nos sustentaram durante todo o encontro! Não são fofos esses meninos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noSw77IHWNw/TaBzhHAXYzI/AAAAAAAACic/bwel4L3KYRQ/s1600/9+4+2011+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noSw77IHWNw/TaBzhHAXYzI/AAAAAAAACic/bwel4L3KYRQ/s400/9+4+2011+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Logo em seguida outras pessoas - crianças e adultos-crianças - se juntaram à nós e as histórias chegaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As pessoas gostam de escutar histórias...e de contar também...Então, por que é que as pessoas não param pra escutar, pra contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5od9COddw8g/TaB0OjdF4eI/AAAAAAAACik/nN6dDbVl2nE/s1600/9+4+2011+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5od9COddw8g/TaB0OjdF4eI/AAAAAAAACik/nN6dDbVl2nE/s400/9+4+2011+%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lá no parque Casa do Atleta, no bairro do Gopouva, em Guarulhos, todos os sábados nos encontramos pra compartilhar as histórias que andam/voam pelo mundo... Guardiã das histórias, essa é minha tarefa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muito agradecida, a todas as pessoas que estiveram comigo, nesta manhã de sábado...Foi delicioso!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apareçam, quando quiserem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/33561569-5415158347663889477?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5415158347663889477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5415158347663889477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5415158347663889477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/botando-palavra-pra-andar-contacao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfFji9sjh78/TaBz1yjX3BI/AAAAAAAACig/mKTJilgrquQ/s72-c/9+4+2011+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-7910482815104624286</id><published>2011-04-08T20:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:13:55.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Contando histórias nos parques de São Paulo - 03/04/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLWNVERvto/TZpPYYD7VYI/AAAAAAAACiE/Ydm7CHEv5kU/s1600/DSC00527.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Bosque da Leitura - Parque da Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNTqq4VWYwE/TZpMSx42NrI/AAAAAAAAChk/A4Ehdr66xtA/s1600/DSC00498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CkNU82c_oM/TZpMBVaYJ1I/AAAAAAAAChg/sqfiwdOGvU0/s1600/DSC00484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Domingo foi um dia chuvoso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLWNVERvto/TZpPYYD7VYI/AAAAAAAACiE/Ydm7CHEv5kU/s1600/DSC00527.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLWNVERvto/TZpPYYD7VYI/AAAAAAAACiE/Ydm7CHEv5kU/s320/DSC00527.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando chegamos no Parque, tinha um chuvisco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNTqq4VWYwE/TZpMSx42NrI/AAAAAAAAChk/A4Ehdr66xtA/s1600/DSC00498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNTqq4VWYwE/TZpMSx42NrI/AAAAAAAAChk/A4Ehdr66xtA/s320/DSC00498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Os poucos que éramos, ficamos debaixo da cobertura do Bosque da Leitura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBlf5q5S3Yo/TZpMkP0AzxI/AAAAAAAACho/UTW0AJODPoA/s1600/DSC00504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBlf5q5S3Yo/TZpMkP0AzxI/AAAAAAAACho/UTW0AJODPoA/s320/DSC00504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Contei histórias com as aventuras de Pedro Malasartes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14WKDU6duyk/TZpM4kJulFI/AAAAAAAAChs/yBxK_rLw2l0/s1600/DSC00505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14WKDU6duyk/TZpM4kJulFI/AAAAAAAAChs/yBxK_rLw2l0/s320/DSC00505.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Personagem do folclore mundial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5uqsTvjh4/TZpNW-c6KoI/AAAAAAAAChw/niDtcwA89yY/s1600/DSC00509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5uqsTvjh4/TZpNW-c6KoI/AAAAAAAAChw/niDtcwA89yY/s320/DSC00509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Não é malvado, não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aome6HH9UOY/TZpN0CNf2BI/AAAAAAAACh0/gTBBAXQIV94/s1600/DSC00510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aome6HH9UOY/TZpN0CNf2BI/AAAAAAAACh0/gTBBAXQIV94/s320/DSC00510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ele usa sua esperteza, sobre quem quer se dar bem em cima dele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdtKuKFnnY0/TZpOSBvIn8I/AAAAAAAACh4/Haq2F8hSdCc/s1600/DSC00512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdtKuKFnnY0/TZpOSBvIn8I/AAAAAAAACh4/Haq2F8hSdCc/s320/DSC00512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_LwOPjLYE/TZpOwjo0umI/AAAAAAAACh8/ntOqfs0sIZI/s1600/DSC00514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_LwOPjLYE/TZpOwjo0umI/AAAAAAAACh8/ntOqfs0sIZI/s320/DSC00514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Todas as pessoas indentificam-se com o Pedro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8rabXeHJBY/TZpPxcElAiI/AAAAAAAACiI/hZRkM8r6yz0/s1600/DSC00546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8rabXeHJBY/TZpPxcElAiI/AAAAAAAACiI/hZRkM8r6yz0/s320/DSC00546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uma espécie de justiceiro, penso eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_FOO9-q6lQ/TZpQ7MYDoPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/lKVDhwc5tsc/s1600/DSC00546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_FOO9-q6lQ/TZpQ7MYDoPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/lKVDhwc5tsc/s320/DSC00546.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esse aí embaixo foi o amigo que me ajudou a segurar o chapéu, com o passarinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY-52ZUuYPM/TZpQ_4L2_bI/AAAAAAAACiU/MIeco4WguX4/s1600/DSC00549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY-52ZUuYPM/TZpQ_4L2_bI/AAAAAAAACiU/MIeco4WguX4/s320/DSC00549.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas de Pedro Malasartes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8rabXeHJBY/TZpPxcElAiI/AAAAAAAACiI/hZRkM8r6yz0/s1600/DSC00546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBlf5q5S3Yo/TZpMkP0AzxI/AAAAAAAACho/UTW0AJODPoA/s1600/DSC00504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JaUUR8i1Kw/TZpPFfpISPI/AAAAAAAACiA/F9_ec0LGLNs/s1600/DSC00524.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JaUUR8i1Kw/TZpPFfpISPI/AAAAAAAACiA/F9_ec0LGLNs/s320/DSC00524.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14WKDU6duyk/TZpM4kJulFI/AAAAAAAAChs/yBxK_rLw2l0/s1600/DSC00505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida à quem esteve comigo por lá...Foi bom demais!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Que as histórias possam ser levadas pra todo canto...pelos passarinhos, pelas pessoas narradoras, pelo vento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotos: Cláudio Donato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud5uqsTvjh4/TZpNW-c6KoI/AAAAAAAAChw/niDtcwA89yY/s1600/DSC00509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&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/33561569-3552923996138632579?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3552923996138632579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contando-historias-nos-parques-de-sao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3552923996138632579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3552923996138632579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/contando-historias-nos-parques-de-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLWNVERvto/TZpPYYD7VYI/AAAAAAAACiE/Ydm7CHEv5kU/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2917746161667933874</id><published>2011-04-04T11:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:05:08.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFAdXxz9g-0/TZnYgJjg0lI/AAAAAAAACgc/khITopI9y9Q/s1600/logo+oficina+de+marias+baixo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFAdXxz9g-0/TZnYgJjg0lI/AAAAAAAACgc/khITopI9y9Q/s400/logo+oficina+de+marias+baixo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;niciaremos hoje, um novo grupo da "Oficina de Marias", que oriento desde 2002. Desde então, são centenas de mulheres protagonizando as histórias trazidas aos grupos, de forma afetiva, por meio da Arte Integrativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Este será um grupo especial, formado a partir da experiência de uma ex-participante, que reuniu mulheres (inclusive sua mãe) que já viveram bastante e têm muito mais a viver! São mães, avós e bisavós que estarão conosco -&amp;nbsp; neste clã de mulheres sábias,&amp;nbsp; para compartilhar experiências e trazer à tona o sumo de nossas raízes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres querem estar com outras mulheres... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres querem falar sobre mulheres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres querem escutar outras mulheres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres querem ser escutadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres cantam com outras mulheres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres dançam com outras mulheres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres se alimentam com outras mulheres!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bem-vindas sejamos, todas nós!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Local: Casa da Vilma, Guarulhos/SP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/33561569-2917746161667933874?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2917746161667933874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-niciaremos-hoje-um-novo-grupo-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2917746161667933874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2917746161667933874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-niciaremos-hoje-um-novo-grupo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFAdXxz9g-0/TZnYgJjg0lI/AAAAAAAACgc/khITopI9y9Q/s72-c/logo+oficina+de+marias+baixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-7699781987524241795</id><published>2011-03-05T14:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:16:06.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia de todos os pássaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_cj4frVF9DA/TXJqjcRK-eI/AAAAAAAACeA/sYllVPoDQ-g/s1600/polvilho01_292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_cj4frVF9DA/TXJqjcRK-eI/AAAAAAAACeA/sYllVPoDQ-g/s1600/polvilho01_292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo tão claro que me doem os olhos da imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Lembrança de algo que não conheço, duma Maria Exita que no “(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ingrato serviço, de todos o pior: o de quebrar, à mão, o polvilho, nas lajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;encanta a gente... “&lt;i&gt;moça feita em cachoeira&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i&gt;sozinha de se sufocar&lt;/i&gt;”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;E a gente, que anda meio Sionésio,&amp;nbsp; em folga e espírito pra reparar na transformação... Sente um impulso interno, quente e forte, que nos bóta a arriscar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;“Substancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;(...) A alumiada surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Alvava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Assim; mas era também o exato, grande, o repentino amor - o acima. Sionésio olhou mais, sem fechar o rosto, aplicou o coração, abriu bem os olhos. Sorriu para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Maria Exita. Socorria-a a linda claridade. Ela -ela! Ele veio para junto. Estendeu também as mãos para o polvilho - solar e estranho: o ato de quebrá-lo era gostoso, parecia um brinquedo de menino. Todos o vissem, nisso, ninguém na dúvida. E seu coração se levantou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;- "Você, Maria, quererá, a gente, nós dois, nunca precisar de se separar? Você, comigo, vem e vai?" Disse, e viu. O polvilho, coisa sem fim. Ela tinha respondido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;- "Vou, demais". Desatou um sorriso. Ele nem viu. Estavam lado a lado, olhavam para a frente. Nem viam a sombra da Nhatiaga, que quieta e calada, lá, no espaço do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Sionésio e Maria Exita - a meios-olhos, perante o refulgir, o todo branco. Acontecia o não-fato, o não-tempo, silêncio em sua imaginação. Só o um-e-outra, um emsijuntos, o viver em ponto sem parar, coraçãomente: pensamento, pensamor. Alvor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Avançavam, parados, dentro da luz, como se fosse no dia de Todos os Pássaros.(...)” *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Texto "Substancia" que está em "Primeiras Estórias" de João Guimarães Rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A foto é de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Luciano Coca/AE e retrata a produção de polvilho no município de Conceição dos Ouros, sul de Minas Gerais:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/suplementos,conceicao-dos-ouros-quer-certificar-polvilho,417437,0.htm"&gt;http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/suplementos,conceicao-dos-ouros-quer-certificar-polvilho,417437,0.htm&lt;/a&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/33561569-7699781987524241795?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/7699781987524241795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/03/substancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/7699781987524241795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/7699781987524241795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/03/substancia.html' title='O dia de todos os pássaros'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_cj4frVF9DA/TXJqjcRK-eI/AAAAAAAACeA/sYllVPoDQ-g/s72-c/polvilho01_292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5547205208635674172</id><published>2011-03-03T10:56:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:25:22.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a voar... De outro jeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P25J7OZ5NjE/TW-gKDFqDHI/AAAAAAAACd0/UMGB866IItA/s1600/borboletas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P25J7OZ5NjE/TW-gKDFqDHI/AAAAAAAACd0/UMGB866IItA/s400/borboletas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7ZXc0VDIdHk/TW-dwkHo8LI/AAAAAAAACdw/DbMweN2pSg0/s1600/borboletas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dia desses eu estava em um ponto de ônibus aqui da cidade, aguardando o "Armênia".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eis que chega uma mulher com um bebê no colo, acompanhada de uma menina de pouco mais de 10 anos que caminhava de cabeça baixa, sem olhar para os lados. Só olhava para o tênis branco com os cadarços bem coloridos, que ostentava dando grandes passadas à sua frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha primeira impressão, ao olhar uma mulher com um bebê no colo, é sempre de admiração e carinho. Logo mais eu já não pensava assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha primeira pista para transformar a impressão anterior, foi a de ver que a mulher havia deixado cair no chão, sem perceber, o pano destinado ao bebê (aquele para limpar a boca da criança e coisa e tal...). Pois bem, foi uma moça que vinha lá atrás que percebeu a perda, recolheu o paninho da calçada, bem próximo ao fio de água de esgoto e o levou até a mulher, que o devolveu pra perto da boca da criança (nem deu aquela chacoalhadinha, pra disfarçar!).Ops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A segunda pista, foi mais como uma bigorna, me despertando dos meus sonhos de admiração e carinho...sentada ao lado da mulher, a menina desamarrava os cadarços coloridos do seu tênis branco, próprio do costume de meninas e meninos de sua idade. A mãe (foi aí que descobri que a mulher era mãe da menina), gritando como quem falasse com alguém beeeeem distante de si, perguntava pra menina o que é que ela estava fazendo; se ela sabia como estava ridícula com aquele cadarço desamarrado; que ela seria chamada de horrorosa pelos amigos da escola, porque ela estava horrorosa; que ela estava parecendo uma palhaça - e se ela sabia como era uma palhaça (quase interferi aqui, dizendo: _Sim, sim, eu sei! Tá linda!). Por fim, a mãe - dada a imobilidade da filha, que não amarrou o cadarço como ela mandava - retirou os cadarços do tênis da menina, de forma agressiva enquanto gritava que se ela queria ser feia e ridícula, a mãe a ajudaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enquanto tudo isso acontecia, eu e a menina nos olhávamos por cima do ombro da mãe, sem que esta percebesse. Eu fazia caras e bocas do tipo "Não liga não, tá tudo certo!", "Fica firme, escuta a boca dela se mexendo e não registra nada...vai passar..." e ela fazia cara de que lá de dentro da casca em que morava, me entendia. Ela só recolheu os cadarços e olhou pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O ônibus que eu esperava chegou e, antes que eu subisse nele, olhei pra mulher com uma cara de poucos amigos e pra menina, disse assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"_Cê é linda, viu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que ela não tenha visto somente minha boca se mexendo... Enquanto olhava no fundo dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na hora, lembrei-me da história "Uma ponte entre dois reinos", da incrível Marina Colasanti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txtgrande" style="font-size: large;"&gt;É uma narrativa de Marina  sobre moça que tece uma ponte com seus cabelos - mesmo a mãe tendo feito de tudo pra que isso não acontecesse - e sobre ela atravessa  rumo à maturidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;. Pra essa menina do ponto de ônibus, eu gostaria de contar esta história bem baixinho, com ela recostada numa almofada, bem relaxada... Quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Inté. &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/33561569-5547205208635674172?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5547205208635674172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/03/gente-precisa-aprender-voar-de-outro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5547205208635674172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5547205208635674172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/03/gente-precisa-aprender-voar-de-outro.html' title='Aprendendo a voar... De outro jeito...'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P25J7OZ5NjE/TW-gKDFqDHI/AAAAAAAACd0/UMGB866IItA/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4682152949183188354</id><published>2011-01-17T22:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:18:47.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1ª CONTAÇÃO DE 2011 - NO PARQUE - BOTANDO A PALAVRA PRA ANDAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi_e4NL-I/AAAAAAAACdo/wqoOemN_8C4/s1600/IMG_174104.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi_e4NL-I/AAAAAAAACdo/wqoOemN_8C4/s320/IMG_174104.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sábado, dia 15 de janeiro de 2011, eu fiz minha mudança...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da praça Getúlio Vargas, pro Parque Casa do Atleta - outro espaço público aqui de Guarulhos/SP. Este, fica no bairro em que eu moro...perto de casa, aconchegante, bem cuidado, cheio de árvores - tem até bambu!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Assim como na praça, cheguei devagarinho... Devagarinho, as outras pessoas também chegarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por ser a primeira vez, foi bem bacana... A Lurdes, uma mulher que ama escutar histórias, trouxe a Tayná, o Gabriel, o Bruno e o Clayton. Uma galera bem interessada, que gosta de estar junto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTiv4lmSgI/AAAAAAAACdE/tCMQQebzPUg/s1600/IMG_163820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTiv4lmSgI/AAAAAAAACdE/tCMQQebzPUg/s1600/IMG_163820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTiv4lmSgI/AAAAAAAACdE/tCMQQebzPUg/s1600/IMG_163820.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTiv4lmSgI/AAAAAAAACdE/tCMQQebzPUg/s320/IMG_163820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTiv4lmSgI/AAAAAAAACdE/tCMQQebzPUg/s1600/IMG_163820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi0sktKDI/AAAAAAAACdI/ya5Y-o_Ag5Y/s1600/IMG_163857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi0sktKDI/AAAAAAAACdI/ya5Y-o_Ag5Y/s320/IMG_163857.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi14EcKBI/AAAAAAAACdM/nU23WIVlGxw/s1600/IMG_164358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi14EcKBI/AAAAAAAACdM/nU23WIVlGxw/s320/IMG_164358.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi4OIESOI/AAAAAAAACdQ/yn44nvxY15I/s1600/IMG_164827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi4OIESOI/AAAAAAAACdQ/yn44nvxY15I/s320/IMG_164827.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois de uma história de tradição oral brasileira, foi a vez de apresentar pra turma o kit dos amigos - meus e do Saci - Mouzar Benedito (textos) e Ohi (ilustrações). O material se chama "Saci e os Amigos da Natureza" e vem numa caixa bem bacana: um livro que conta a história de uma turma que conhece o Saci e seus amigos; caderno de atividades; jogo Cadê meu Par; Adesivos educativos; Jogo de tabuleiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi5BQN7ZI/AAAAAAAACdU/f9PN5ejcDWM/s1600/IMG_170510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi5BQN7ZI/AAAAAAAACdU/f9PN5ejcDWM/s320/IMG_170510.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi6kPt9LI/AAAAAAAACdY/vtHyOw2FcIw/s1600/IMG_171009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi6kPt9LI/AAAAAAAACdY/vtHyOw2FcIw/s320/IMG_171009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi7sHfD5I/AAAAAAAACdc/3UV71yvh1vI/s1600/IMG_171125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi7sHfD5I/AAAAAAAACdc/3UV71yvh1vI/s320/IMG_171125.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As crianças gostaram da história, ajudaram a descrever cada personagem do folclore brasileiro e piraram nos adesivos... Dei um adesivo pra cada um! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi834N3gI/AAAAAAAACdg/NgUnqAVx2eg/s1600/IMG_172046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi834N3gI/AAAAAAAACdg/NgUnqAVx2eg/s320/IMG_172046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fico muito agradecida a essa turma, pela companhia maravilhosa, viu?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi-PKak8I/AAAAAAAACdk/V4YtG3kAgyI/s1600/IMG_173116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi-PKak8I/AAAAAAAACdk/V4YtG3kAgyI/s320/IMG_173116.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sábado que vem, estarei lá de novo... às 16h...Mais conhecida como 4 da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Lurdes vai trabalhar, mas no outro sábado, combinou que estará lá...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E você, vai quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parque Casa do Atleta (como chegar): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.br/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=-23.458129,-46.546884&amp;amp;spn=0.017047,0.027595&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;msid=210277046248393054265.0004992c8ecac98363b54"&gt;http://maps.google.com.br/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=-23.458129,-46.546884&amp;amp;spn=0.017047,0.027595&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;msid=210277046248393054265.0004992c8ecac98363b54&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;¨¨As fotos são do Cláudio. Não ficaram tão bacanas, por conta de que a gente esqueceu a máquina e ele registrou com o celular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-4682152949183188354?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4682152949183188354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-contacao-de-2011-no-parque-botando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4682152949183188354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4682152949183188354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-contacao-de-2011-no-parque-botando.html' title='1ª CONTAÇÃO DE 2011 - NO PARQUE - BOTANDO A PALAVRA PRA ANDAR!!!'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TTTi_e4NL-I/AAAAAAAACdo/wqoOemN_8C4/s72-c/IMG_174104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-9106422470498906429</id><published>2010-12-31T11:42:00.025-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:00:37.607-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUITO AGRADECIDA, 2010!!! FELIZ ANO NOVO PRA TODO MUNDO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR34hOSR1_I/AAAAAAAACcY/3VCFsHhtGaE/s1600/DSC04404.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3990jT2bI/AAAAAAAACcg/oBFfvtlU_-0/s1600/DSC07567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3990jT2bI/AAAAAAAACcg/oBFfvtlU_-0/s320/DSC07567.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agradeço, por tudo que me aconteceu no ano de 2010!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas e muitas vezes, por terem sido momentos felizes... Algumas por terem sido momentos difíceis, mas de aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincronicamente, entro em um novo ciclo, em uma nova história... Já a conheço, mas não me lembro... Então, não sei onde isso vai dar... Não sei o final... Nem quero saber. Só sei que estou pra essta história da vida, intensa, em paz e com muita fé!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz o Gil: "Andar com fé eu vou, que a fé não costuma faiá!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive uns contratempos com o tempo e não me organizei pra botár aqui, as fotos das narrações que aconteceram nos últimos tempos. Assim, coloco-as agora - de um jeito "jogadão"- como forma de rever o acontecido, o narrado, para criar o Ano Novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito agradecida, às pessoas que me acompanharam durante este ano. Sem elas eu não estaria neste caminho encantado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida, ao invisível, que me inspira, ampara e fortalece!!! Sem essa energia, as histórias seriam somente texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo pra todo mundo e que a gente possa trilhar um caminho encantado, colorido, iluminado e de muita PAZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos das bibliotecas são das colegas que lá trabalham; brigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos dos parques, são do Donato, meu companheiro de vida; brigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6º &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festival “A Arte de Contar Histórias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;” - São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR34g9mn_JI/AAAAAAAACcQ/B27MRF7RyrY/s1600/DSC04384.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556870760421129362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR34g9mn_JI/AAAAAAAACcQ/B27MRF7RyrY/s400/DSC04384.jpg" style="display: block; 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text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t5P96QdI/AAAAAAAACWI/RRr8VsEzp2E/s1600/DSC07412.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556859083039588818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t5P96QdI/AAAAAAAACWI/RRr8VsEzp2E/s200/DSC07412.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t5PT31tI/AAAAAAAACWA/Z-Oyx_9lQg4/s1600/DSC07415.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556859082863269586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t5PT31tI/AAAAAAAACWA/Z-Oyx_9lQg4/s200/DSC07415.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t4u7egNI/AAAAAAAACV4/W-E2C2s3fao/s1600/DSC07421.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556859074171011282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3t4u7egNI/AAAAAAAACV4/W-E2C2s3fao/s200/DSC07421.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3ncN3mNhI/AAAAAAAACUo/Ej5VFkqHX8A/s1600/DSC07490.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556851987190265362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3ncN3mNhI/AAAAAAAACUo/Ej5VFkqHX8A/s200/DSC07490.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3nbwpSZaI/AAAAAAAACUg/vLx9jnF64iM/s1600/DSC07496.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556851979345618338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3nbwpSZaI/AAAAAAAACUg/vLx9jnF64iM/s200/DSC07496.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bosque da Leitura - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parque Raposo Tavares - São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3ifZVC8MI/AAAAAAAACTo/5VKj3wPYHeQ/s1600/DSC07515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556846544248041666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3ifZVC8MI/AAAAAAAACTo/5VKj3wPYHeQ/s200/DSC07515.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3iVCGRm3I/AAAAAAAACTg/Z1o-9fJiN3E/s1600/DSC07518.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556846366213380978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3iVCGRm3I/AAAAAAAACTg/Z1o-9fJiN3E/s200/DSC07518.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3iU6xMKyI/AAAAAAAACTY/LVkDltGoheo/s1600/DSC07519.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556846364245895970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TR3iU6xMKyI/AAAAAAAACTY/LVkDltGoheo/s200/DSC07519.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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Levou tempo pra passar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Meninota, via aquela mulher corajosa enfrentar o mundo... Bonita de um jeito, que já tinha sido até miss... Com coroa e tudo... Feito rainha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas a rainha de sua vida, quis - diferente da de Copas da Alice - cortar-lhe as asas, invisíveis pro mundo, visíveis demais pra ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi então que a princesa encantou-se passarinha e voou tão longe quanto pôde...  Aprendeu a voar bem alto, mas perdeu várias penas e penou um tanto, por conta da mudança climática da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo virou uma vez e ela, sentindo saudade do ninho, resolveu criar o seu - com ovo e tudo! Ficou dentro de si, prestando atenção nas horas e no silêncio; descobrindo o amor. Mas era um tempo de muito vento e o ovo caiu do ninho, que não estava seguro o suficiente e se espatifou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, tornou a princesa passarinha a voar outro tanto... Bom de princesa passarinha é que não tem esse negócio de esperar príncipe, que no céu cavalo voa sozinho e passarinho não anda em cavalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo virou uma, virou duas vezes e ela botou outro ovinho... Chocou este de um jeito mais seguro, tomando cuidado pra apará-lo, caso viesse o tempo bravo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os dias foram chacoalhados por trovões, mas a tempestade passou... Por sorte, as penas só estavam molhadas. Ufa! É difícil segurar ovo no ninho, sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando o ovo quebrou, nasceu dele uma luz que fez a princesa passarinha lembrar-se de quem era e...Pronto! O encanto se desfez e ela voltou a ser humana, feito mulher...Uma menina nos braços e a coragem herdada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo virou uma, virou duas, virou três vezes e ela reencontrou a rainha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas agora não era mais princesa e o susto já tinha passado; nem quis voar pra longe. Também a rainha não queria mais cortar suas asas... Queria era acariciá-las, fazendo-as ainda mais leves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegou o mais perto que pôde e percebeu que a vida tinha passado tantas vezes por ali, que deixou marcas no corpo da primeira, tornando-a ainda mais bonita. Sua força agora, vinda de um dentro bem profundo, sai em forma de sorriso fácil e gostoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se cansa de visitá-la, pra não dar tempo de a saudade chegar, e a observa pra ver se aprende as coisas... Hoje, a rainha ajuda a mulher a arrumar suas asas invisíveis e esta consegue ver a coroa na cabeça da rainha, novamente. Ela brilha muito e faz com ela queira ser tão forte, corajosa e bela como sua rainha e ainda, que tenha a certeza de que seremos felizes, tanto quando pudermos ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E essa história entrou por um pé de pato, saiu por um pé de pinto. Quem souber de outra, que me conte cinco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;O Cláudio me ajudou a fazer este filminho pra minha mãe... Um presente de memória afetiva... Ela fez aniversário ontem. Parabéns, mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bb4060ae71c0003" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bb4060ae71c0003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330369014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C0B4A7A0F449B8627AAC98518C937A2088CBD79.34C6FA7B01980CCA920DA2F1E130F8FDE43C5835%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bb4060ae71c0003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzZCkiyyCLNQTi16bY0blhepQ7NY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bb4060ae71c0003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330369014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C0B4A7A0F449B8627AAC98518C937A2088CBD79.34C6FA7B01980CCA920DA2F1E130F8FDE43C5835%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bb4060ae71c0003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzZCkiyyCLNQTi16bY0blhepQ7NY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/33561569-4067435586380986112?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4067435586380986112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/12/minha-rainha.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4067435586380986112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4067435586380986112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/12/minha-rainha.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2265644747513837900</id><published>2010-10-14T12:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:46:27.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7ª FESTA DO SACI &amp; SEUS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLckxrVuk7I/AAAAAAAACSA/E6wYJU5uZwo/s1600/festa+do+saci+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLckxrVuk7I/AAAAAAAACSA/E6wYJU5uZwo/s400/festa+do+saci+2010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Há 7 anos, época da criação da Sociedade dos Observadores do Saci – SOSACI (da qual faço parte), iniciei aqui em Guarulhos, onde moro, a cruzada para fazer do nosso negrinho uma unanimidade, em lugar das abóboras do capitalismo selvagem (palavras da amiga Maria do Rosário).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Personagem que representa o folclore brasileiro, o Saci – o mais conhecido de todos – nos convida para festejarmos a cultura brasileira, ao invés do ralouim de outro país. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A idéia é que as pessoas percebam a importância e a necessidade da valorização da nossa cultura. Afinal o que forma um povo é tudo aquilo que ele lembra e comemora em conjunto. Os mais jovens sabem tudo sobre o ralouim, mas não conhecem uma travessura do Saci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A programação desta 7ª Festa traz várias manifestações da cultura popular brasileira (brincadeiras, danças, cantos, histórias, expressões). As atividades são para todas as faixas-etárias e terão os amigos do Saci, presentes: o Curupira, a Mãe D´Água, o Boitatá, a Mula-sem-cabeça e tantos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A cada ano aumenta o número de parceiros e pessoas que querem festejar conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Neste ano, começaremos às 10h e ficaremos tanto quanto quisermos...Durante todo o dia, simultaneamente, será exibido o filme “Somos todos Sacys” que tem muitas entrevistas com pessoas que já viram o danado, ou ouviram falar dele e outros que discutem os mitos no campo acadêmico. Em muitas cidades do Brasil, o dia 31 de outubro foi instituído por Lei, como o Dia do Saci. Aqui em Guarulhos, ainda não é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Muitos amigos trarão sua colaboração! A alegria é o principal ingrediente desta festa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Venha festejar conosco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Programação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Brincadeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Oficina de Saci (jornal e tecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Roda de histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Folcloricando (Interação Multimídia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Exibição do filme: “Somos todos Sacys” de Rudá K.Andrade e Sylvio do Amaral Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Parceiros: Amigos, membros da Comissão Paulista de Folclore Núcleos: Baquirivu, Vale do Rio Grande e Piratinga, Cia. Brancaleone de Teat(r)o, Cia. Los Xerebas, Cia. Palavras Aladas, Casa dos Cordéis e SOSACI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/33561569-2265644747513837900?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2265644747513837900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-festa-do-saci-seus-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2265644747513837900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2265644747513837900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-festa-do-saci-seus-amigos.html' title='7ª FESTA DO SACI &amp; SEUS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLckxrVuk7I/AAAAAAAACSA/E6wYJU5uZwo/s72-c/festa+do+saci+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-275719454733594420</id><published>2010-10-13T21:23:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:32:31.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VI Festival "A Arte de Contar Histórias"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLZNL55cwwI/AAAAAAAACRs/Z4JGY071tAk/s1600/VIFestivalContar_1286978506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLZNL55cwwI/AAAAAAAACRs/Z4JGY071tAk/s1600/VIFestivalContar_1286978506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O VI Festival "A Arte de Contar Histórias", realizado pela Coordenadoria do Sistema Municipal de Bibliotecas de São Paulo, acontecerá no período de 16 a 24/outubro/10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Participarei com:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; 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: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Histórias que voam...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; 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: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Narrativas de pássaros, inspiradas em lendas do Folclore brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; 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: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contos de Malasarte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; 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: #cccccc; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O herói preferido do povo simples, que vibra  com suas artes, quase sempre contra os mais ricos e poderosos que  querem se dar bem às suas custas. Esperto e conhecedor de muitas  artimanhas, faz a alegria de quem escuta suas histórias. Apesar de estar  espalhada por todo o Brasil, não é criação brasileira; é personagem  universal que faz parte do imaginário popular brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; 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: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Estarei nestes dias/horários:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17/10/10 – domingo – 11h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bosque Santo Dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;R. Jasmim da Beirada, 71, Capão Redondo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contos de Malasartes&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19/10/10 - terça-feira – 13h30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BP Nuto Sant’Anna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pça. Tenório Aguiar, 32, Santana - 2973-0072&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contos de Malasartes&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20/10/10 - quarta-feira - 10h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BP Viriato Corrêa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;R. Sena Madureira, 298, V. Mariana - 5573-4017 / 5574-0389&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Histórias que voam&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21/10/10 - quinta-feira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BP Sylvia Orthof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Av. Tucuruvi, 808, Tucuruvi - 2981-6263 / 2981-6264&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Histórias que voam&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15h30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BP Pedro Nava&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Av. Eng. Caetano Alvarez, 5.903, Mandaqui - 2973-7293&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Histórias que voam&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24/10/10 – domingo – 11h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bosque Ibirapuera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Av. IV Centenário, 1.268 – Portão 7A, Moema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contos de Malasartes&lt;/i&gt; – a partir de 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês encontram a programação completa aqui:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prefeitura.sp.gov.br/cidade/secretarias/cultura/bibliotecas/noticias/?p=8373"&gt;http://www.prefeitura.sp.gov.br/cidade/secretarias/cultura/bibliotecas/noticias/?p=8373&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Apareçam, aproveitem!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-275719454733594420?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/275719454733594420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/10/vi-festival-arte-de-contar-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/275719454733594420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/275719454733594420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/10/vi-festival-arte-de-contar-historias.html' title='VI Festival &quot;A Arte de Contar Histórias&quot;'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TLZNL55cwwI/AAAAAAAACRs/Z4JGY071tAk/s72-c/VIFestivalContar_1286978506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-3568693557785819409</id><published>2010-09-27T11:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:49:22.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contação na praça Getúlio Vargas - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 25/09/10 e Encontro de Práticas Sustentáveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Era uma manhã nublada de sábado e eu fui à praça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Parecia que as pessoas haviam se escondido, junto com o Sol...quase ninguém na praça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dei umas voltas e encontrei olhos curiosos sobre a fonte que fica bem lá no meio. Normalmente, olhos curiosos pertencem à almas que gostam de escutar histórias... Fui conferir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Toparam! Ê delícia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Éramos pouc@as mas estávamos felizes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCgumshoDI/AAAAAAAACQs/UnMYMv-PE4Y/s1600/DSC05663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCgumshoDI/AAAAAAAACQs/UnMYMv-PE4Y/s400/DSC05663.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Pela ordem, a Deise, a Sara, a Sabrina, o Pedro e a Geiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu contei histórias de passarinho e contos de fada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;O Pedro queria ir embora logo no começo mas resolveu ficar e quando terminou, ele disse que gostou de escutar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A Sabrina ficava atenta, pra me acudir quando eu perguntava:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;_Onde é mesmo que a moça morava?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Na hora das palavras mágicas que faziam a varinha de condão acordar, todos falavam beeem alto!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Algumas pessoas que passavam pararam e escutavam uma história. Mas como neste sábado, o meu amor-marido não pôde fazer o registro fotográfico pra eu botar aqui no blog, não consego mostrar esses momentos procês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Daí, eu fui pedir ajuda pro Fábio, o moço-da-banca-de-jornal... Pra pelo menos ter o registro das pessoas que estiveram do começo até o final do encontro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Este aqui, é o Fábio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCiVWwXOTI/AAAAAAAACQw/DFdvk_Hfwwo/s1600/DSC05666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCiVWwXOTI/AAAAAAAACQw/DFdvk_Hfwwo/s400/DSC05666.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito obrigada, Fábio!! Parceiro, sem você eu não teria como registrar a imagem deste momento tão bacana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;No final, o pessoal quis que a gente fizesse uma foto posada, pra botar no orkut e guardar de lembrança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Brigada póvos e póvas, pela companhia mais que agradável naquela manhã!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Foi assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCk3ywXEhI/AAAAAAAACQ4/kCkiasTrcRk/s1600/posada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCk3ywXEhI/AAAAAAAACQ4/kCkiasTrcRk/s400/posada.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCjxLKQK1I/AAAAAAAACQ0/I95id9kQi8E/s1600/DSC05664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;...Depois fui pro Encontro de Práticas Sustentáveis, promovido pela Secretaria do Meio Ambiente da cidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Um mutirão para o plantio de árvores!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCsZPfpvDI/AAAAAAAACRA/sCo9hn7chfc/s1600/DSC05702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCsZPfpvDI/AAAAAAAACRA/sCo9hn7chfc/s400/DSC05702.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCsLvW6-2I/AAAAAAAACQ8/G1cBcbFxGLk/s1600/DSC05702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Botamos a mão na terra e plantamos Ipês-amarelos, Cerejeiras do Japão e outras espécies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCs2fW5GPI/AAAAAAAACRI/xOTVrqTPAfM/s1600/DSC05706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCs2fW5GPI/AAAAAAAACRI/xOTVrqTPAfM/s400/DSC05706.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCsmWVDgzI/AAAAAAAACRE/-CQS1NiafBU/s1600/DSC05701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foi lindo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCt0xbFgDI/AAAAAAAACRU/9uXQPrjyD-Q/s1600/DSC05753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCt0xbFgDI/AAAAAAAACRU/9uXQPrjyD-Q/s400/DSC05753.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Conhecemos pessoas, trocamos ideias e combinamos de permanecermos atentos pra vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCtZSqlwPI/AAAAAAAACRQ/JKPSR5arW3U/s1600/DSC05745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCtZSqlwPI/AAAAAAAACRQ/JKPSR5arW3U/s400/DSC05745.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fechou com chave de ouro minha manhã de sábado, de um jeito totalmente encantador, com todos compartilhando a vontade de viver num planeta melhor e fazendo algo pra que isso aconteça!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCuCNyaEXI/AAAAAAAACRY/3SPVEsZYRpg/s1600/DSC05716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCuCNyaEXI/AAAAAAAACRY/3SPVEsZYRpg/s400/DSC05716.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Valeu genteeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&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/33561569-3568693557785819409?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3568693557785819409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/09/contacao-na-praca-getulio-vargas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3568693557785819409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3568693557785819409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/09/contacao-na-praca-getulio-vargas.html' title='Contação na praça Getúlio Vargas - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 25/09/10 e Encontro de Práticas Sustentáveis'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TKCgumshoDI/AAAAAAAACQs/UnMYMv-PE4Y/s72-c/DSC05663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5008966231933844852</id><published>2010-09-25T18:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:07:33.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;“Tá caindo fulô, ê, tá caindo fulô &lt;br /&gt;Tá caindo fulô, ê, tá caindo fulô &lt;br /&gt;Lá do céu cá na terra, ê tá caindo fulo” *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu já nasci recebendo presente...vim ao mundo no dia da Primavera! Pode ter dia mais bonito pra se nascer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Desde bem pequena, encantava-me responder a data de meu nascimento...sempre fui doida por flor, de tudo que é qualidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4-nQ8LghI/AAAAAAAACQI/4JZdUXPIys0/s1600/DSC01998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4-nQ8LghI/AAAAAAAACQI/4JZdUXPIys0/s320/DSC01998.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ando pelas ruas com meus olhos buscando por elas, nos cantos mais escondidos...as singelas...lindas que só!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4_pQP2pMI/AAAAAAAACQM/ATcbTY4ux4E/s1600/DSC00962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4_pQP2pMI/AAAAAAAACQM/ATcbTY4ux4E/s320/DSC00962.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dá um tróço por dentro, uma felicidade...o Belo capturando a gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4_1zumF4I/AAAAAAAACQQ/r6L-mcZvxsk/s1600/DSC00964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4_1zumF4I/AAAAAAAACQQ/r6L-mcZvxsk/s320/DSC00964.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rubem Alves escreveu que o perfume é o sorriso da flor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5isNcOkPI/AAAAAAAACQk/DVQx_jGuf-g/s1600/Imagem+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5isNcOkPI/AAAAAAAACQk/DVQx_jGuf-g/s320/Imagem+025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Êita, como é bom quando elas sorriem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5A1q5W3gI/AAAAAAAACQc/nAkKI2kWask/s1600/DSC00931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5A1q5W3gI/AAAAAAAACQc/nAkKI2kWask/s320/DSC00931.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A vida tem cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5AqDn3krI/AAAAAAAACQY/sLmq7EG3_nA/s1600/DSC00978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5AqDn3krI/AAAAAAAACQY/sLmq7EG3_nA/s320/DSC00978.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o caminho da gente, todo florido, fica mais leve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5A_TtCEUI/AAAAAAAACQg/fY_aM90EBKs/s1600/DSC00932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5A_TtCEUI/AAAAAAAACQg/fY_aM90EBKs/s320/DSC00932.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agradeço ao Universo todos os dias pelo meu caminho que, na maioria das vezes,&amp;nbsp; é florido, colorido e perfumado!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Valei-me Arcanjo Mikael, meu protetor bendito! **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5kIat5TzI/AAAAAAAACQo/0KsNhF9HSc0/s1600/mikael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ5kIat5TzI/AAAAAAAACQo/0KsNhF9HSc0/s1600/mikael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Boa Primavera pra tod@s nós!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Inté.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* cantiga de roda, da cultura popular brasileira&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;** foto no link: &lt;a href="http://hankarralynda.blogspot.com/2009/08/mensagem-de-arcanjo-mikael-e-de.html"&gt;http://hankarralynda.blogspot.com/2009/08/mensagem-de-arcanjo-mikael-e-de.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as demais fotos, do arquivo pessoal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-5008966231933844852?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5008966231933844852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5008966231933844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5008966231933844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TJ4-nQ8LghI/AAAAAAAACQI/4JZdUXPIys0/s72-c/DSC01998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-1716791192823662122</id><published>2010-09-14T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:47:55.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roda de histórias no Bosque Maia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O Palavras Aladas é um grupo que está em formação aqui em Guarulhos. A maioria participou de uma oficina que a gente orientou, ano passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda&amp;nbsp; 2ª segunda-feira de cada mês, nos reunimos na biblioteca Monteiro Lobato, pra uma roda de histórias, com tema combinado ao final de cada encontro... coisa boa demais!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste mês, resolvemos nos reunir no Bosque Maia, pra aproveitar a folga do feriadão...o tema foi histórias de inverno... E a coisa é tão poderosa, que depois de uma semana calorenta que só, o dia se vestiu com roupa de frio...e nós também...brrrrrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nossa sorte é que tinha uma tal de tocha de independência, que estava sendo mantida por um grupo de soldados. Para tanto, foi armada uma tenda que nos protegeu da friaca que fazia por lá...um vento uivante e gelado que só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvb0lkKfTI/AAAAAAAACPI/RGtrN9AxDwM/s1600/OgAAAGD62nlO4j-EjJv-K6SKGiy0I4CzfpYZ9ptPeb2PvF0Lk8xYlnYKBMfGi__UuGMqJLKsrTl7wYMDC1XrXbsDRuAAm1T1UJrzYGupYH6T5Ur9BHgb9sq7-LRl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvb0lkKfTI/AAAAAAAACPI/RGtrN9AxDwM/s320/OgAAAGD62nlO4j-EjJv-K6SKGiy0I4CzfpYZ9ptPeb2PvF0Lk8xYlnYKBMfGi__UuGMqJLKsrTl7wYMDC1XrXbsDRuAAm1T1UJrzYGupYH6T5Ur9BHgb9sq7-LRl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvb6buGvCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Mf9rz-3VjXU/s1600/OgAAAMsmKzXI4o7gr_wlzuU-zJhLaetJjQ9Gr-TYCzCaJjQyIchx2LccJzI7xldZFnwRI3qQlcyeYKO4_eKL0xnPw_cAm1T1UBTaRtLdLf4oofppf05VNvAmFcdO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvb6buGvCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Mf9rz-3VjXU/s320/OgAAAMsmKzXI4o7gr_wlzuU-zJhLaetJjQ9Gr-TYCzCaJjQyIchx2LccJzI7xldZFnwRI3qQlcyeYKO4_eKL0xnPw_cAm1T1UBTaRtLdLf4oofppf05VNvAmFcdO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Palavras Aladas&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvcA6Y6DpI/AAAAAAAACPY/YeJvfeG91HI/s1600/OgAAAB3krhYoc9h49WP41aRoLx1s9rZN3A-RrX_Xo9Ezk3pUCCRHbjpI_G7r5an7DyC6uWj6gTPp-XtrukJPAJxfZrwAm1T1ULsPtKDuPiOf_jt0ch4i5I7WCsRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvcA6Y6DpI/AAAAAAAACPY/YeJvfeG91HI/s320/OgAAAB3krhYoc9h49WP41aRoLx1s9rZN3A-RrX_Xo9Ezk3pUCCRHbjpI_G7r5an7DyC6uWj6gTPp-XtrukJPAJxfZrwAm1T1ULsPtKDuPiOf_jt0ch4i5I7WCsRO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Graça de Micco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvFBf54ohI/AAAAAAAACPA/eNncxw0dCSA/s1600/OgAAAPL-IGRpgheH2e1LSTWaERsIsvtTSu1XUEMGieuI4D4mr0a6ftOaUloLAmRJ93lZepXbfxFN9Vin4_Sw9ru-xcgAm1T1UNz4bF5Z5dr_6VE8E0hpRu1PT5Yc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIvFBf54ohI/AAAAAAAACPA/eNncxw0dCSA/s320/OgAAAPL-IGRpgheH2e1LSTWaERsIsvtTSu1XUEMGieuI4D4mr0a6ftOaUloLAmRJ93lZepXbfxFN9Vin4_Sw9ru-xcgAm1T1UNz4bF5Z5dr_6VE8E0hpRu1PT5Yc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lulou Amrita e Márcio Magno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse povo é muito determinado e encantado pelas histórias...&lt;br /&gt;Faça frio, chova ou faça Sol...&lt;br /&gt;Os encontros acontecem!&lt;br /&gt;Valeu, gente!!!&lt;br /&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;De volta aos sábados...bem mais bacanas as manhãs de sábado...aquela atmosfera de tô pra vida...uma moleza boa...um Sol mansinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais legal ainda, quando aparecem os amigos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5O6T1vlI/AAAAAAAACM4/xxr6tvMVb3Q/s1600/DSC05346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5O6T1vlI/AAAAAAAACM4/xxr6tvMVb3Q/s320/DSC05346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Os que chegaram antes de mim...a Lilian, o Nelson, o Luan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5VNvCelI/AAAAAAAACNA/UaJ6CJDjSHM/s1600/DSC05349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5VNvCelI/AAAAAAAACNA/UaJ6CJDjSHM/s320/DSC05349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Depois a Gracinha deu seu ar da graça e mais dois moços ficaram conosco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5cDNRM3I/AAAAAAAACNI/vLn7IZXYiZ0/s1600/DSC05358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5cDNRM3I/AAAAAAAACNI/vLn7IZXYiZ0/s320/DSC05358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Chegaram os príncipes, os mares..&amp;nbsp; Inté a mecha do Barba Azul veio visitar a gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5l5CvVfI/AAAAAAAACNQ/rVM6kmC6BdM/s1600/DSC05369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5l5CvVfI/AAAAAAAACNQ/rVM6kmC6BdM/s320/DSC05369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O povo já vai relaxando... tenho certeza de que estamo no quintal de nossas casas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5tcaUuqI/AAAAAAAACNY/Sf-DxkNQP6g/s1600/DSC05372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5tcaUuqI/AAAAAAAACNY/Sf-DxkNQP6g/s320/DSC05372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Foi quando a noite conselheira caiu...em pleno dia... com Sol a pino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5zCbtVHI/AAAAAAAACNg/HGfyZTfWprA/s1600/DSC05378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu5zCbtVHI/AAAAAAAACNg/HGfyZTfWprA/s320/DSC05378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu56M0zXJI/AAAAAAAACNo/Yd9NQ-IwxBA/s1600/DSC05390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu56M0zXJI/AAAAAAAACNo/Yd9NQ-IwxBA/s320/DSC05390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O Nelson trouxe o Boi Leição...delícia!!! Ops, não o boi, éca... que eu não como carne... uma &lt;b&gt;delícia de história&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu4vjom9wI/AAAAAAAACMw/vKAgtqULyr8/s1600/DSC05412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6GWsOrFI/AAAAAAAACNw/yqHj8XZjD84/s1600/DSC05393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6GWsOrFI/AAAAAAAACNw/yqHj8XZjD84/s320/DSC05393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aqui não tem a foto, mas um moço que mora na praça, contou pra gente como foi que a Eva pois tudo a perder, comendo a maçã no paraíso...Veio o Nelson e contou Lilith...vixe!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu-BU5jpII/AAAAAAAACOI/1v5QVm4Fpqo/s1600/DSC05392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu-BU5jpII/AAAAAAAACOI/1v5QVm4Fpqo/s320/DSC05392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As histórias se despediram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6NGlw4dI/AAAAAAAACN4/sgpxpsrXDTY/s1600/DSC05412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6NGlw4dI/AAAAAAAACN4/sgpxpsrXDTY/s320/DSC05412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E nós também!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6SWhMT6I/AAAAAAAACOA/RYCPTen3AT4/s1600/DSC05414.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TIu6SWhMT6I/AAAAAAAACOA/RYCPTen3AT4/s320/DSC05414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muito agradecia aos póvos e póvas que compartilharam a manhã de sábado com a gente:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada moços que estiveram conosco, pela entrega!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada Lilian, pelo sorriso encantado e por segurar minha bolsa pra eu não esquecer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada Luan, por querer encher a praça com o pessoal do cursinho...rsrsrsrsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada Gracinha, pela presença sempre carinhosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada Nelson, pelas histórias que naturalmente saem de você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Brigada Cláudio-meu-amor, pelo poema do final e pelo registro fotográfico!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inté o próximo sábado!!!!! 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Confirmando o e-mail que eu havia recebido do setor de vistos do Consulado do  Brasil em Madri dizendo não haver necessidade, pois a carta convite de  intercambio cultural era suficiente para sua estada no país, como turista,  durante três meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boniface embarcou sem problemas, mas ao chegar ao  aeroporto de Confins/MG a Policia Federal não permitiu sua entrada. Embora ele  tenha relatado toda a situação, mostrado os documentos, cartas, e-mails, seus  livros, o programa do Simpósio de Contadores. UMA SITUAÇÃO HUMILHANTE E  CONSTRANGEDORA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boniface me telefonou às 17 horas dizendo que às 19  horas seria DEVOLVIDO a Madri. Imediatamente liguei para a Polícia Federal do  aeroporto de Confins perguntando o que poderíamos fazer. E eles me disseram que  nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorremos ao serviço de imigração e o Ministério das  Relações Exteriores enviou uma permissão para a entrada no país.&lt;br /&gt;A Polícia  Federal alega que a permissão chegou as 19h31 e o voo já havia partido as 19  horas. E novamente me disse que não se podia fazer mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSA ATITUDE É INACEITÁVEL. Boniface é um artista  reconhecido internacionalmente e que já esteve em 18 países sem nenhum problema,  inclusive no Brasil, em dois simpósios anteriores, e foi um dos protagonistas do  documentário Histórias que gravamos aqui em 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou  envergonhada e preciso tomar uma atitude, pois tenho certeza que houve  PRECONCEITO COM UM AFRICANO, POR SER NEGRO E ARTISTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boniface é um  artista excepcional, um contador de histórias, um intelectual, um mediador  intercultural, um escritor. Vinha para o Brasil para estrear no Simpósio o  documentário En Memória uma homenagem a seu pai, recentemente falecido.Ele é da  etnia yambasa onde seu pai era rei e o detentor da palavra, um mestre da cultura  popular.E Boniface por tradição agora representa na sua etnia o que foi seu  pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa primeira ação foi entregar para um advogado todos os  documentos pedindo que Boniface seja trazido ao Brasil para o evento com todo o  respeito e dignidade que merece. E com um pedido de desculpas do governo  brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situação é lamentável nesse momento em que o  Presidente Lula acaba de voltar da Africa para acordos de cooperação com esse  continente que é o berço da humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E imaginem o que pode acontecer na Copa do Mundo de  2014 e nas Olimpíadas de 2016 se as informações dos consulados do Brasil no  exterior divergem das que existem no nosso país. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço a todos que  nos apoiem enviando este email para sua rede de amigos e para todas as  instituições públicas e privadas, nacionais e internacionais, que conheçam. E  repliquem esse e-mail nos seus blogs e nas redes sociais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benita  Prieto &lt;br /&gt;Idealizadora e Produtora do Simpósio&lt;br /&gt;e-mail : &lt;a href="mailto:simposiodecontadores@simposiodecontadores.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;simposiodecontadores@&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;simposiodecontadores.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A situação é lamentável, em qualquer momento...com qualquer pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&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/33561569-6205714495934914364?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/6205714495934914364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/absurdo-contador-de-historias-africano.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6205714495934914364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6205714495934914364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/absurdo-contador-de-historias-africano.html' title='ABSURDO - Contador de histórias africano impedido de entrar no Brasil em 23/07/10'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-6954696362522408914</id><published>2010-07-26T11:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:12:41.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTÓRIAS DE ENCANTAMENTO - 29/07/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;(quadrinha popular) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDimmDD_flI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZBMyT1glqgg/s1600/Imagem+063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDimmDD_flI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZBMyT1glqgg/s320/Imagem+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Tudo à noite é diferente. Por isso, para entender essa história precisamos mergulhar numa consciência noturna, um estado no qual percebemos com maior rapidez cada estalido ou ruído. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDilw-SB9rI/AAAAAAAACIM/KMwWN1bLc4M/s1600/Imagem+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDilw-SB9rI/AAAAAAAACIM/KMwWN1bLc4M/s320/Imagem+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É à noite que ficamos mais próximos de nós mesmos, mais próximos de idéias e sentimentos essenciais que não são tão registrados durante o dia." *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDikjNMfqOI/AAAAAAAACIE/ZR9vWlqlSsY/s1600/Imagem+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDikjNMfqOI/AAAAAAAACIE/ZR9vWlqlSsY/s400/Imagem+010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Foi na Livraria Café &amp;amp; Cultura, que fica aqui em Guarulhos. Um lugar muito agradável, que vale a pena ser conhecido! &lt;a href="http://livrariacafeecultura.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livrariacafeecultura.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Os amigos foram chegando, apesar do trânsito louco, potencializado pela inauguração de uma ponte na cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Éramos nós, os que nos permitimos escutar aquelas histórias, tão bonitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quando o manto da noite embrulha o dia, as histórias chegam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDinmblsJiI/AAAAAAAACIc/PlSUgGP1i04/s1600/Imagem+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDinmblsJiI/AAAAAAAACIc/PlSUgGP1i04/s400/Imagem+027.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A noite que aconselha... Bóte uma noite no meio...**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDioiNNp7vI/AAAAAAAACIk/ZChJk1i3vnI/s1600/Imagem+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDioiNNp7vI/AAAAAAAACIk/ZChJk1i3vnI/s400/Imagem+028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O homem que quer viver o sonho da mulher...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDios_TKRDI/AAAAAAAACIs/8xbLm1kGXOY/s1600/Imagem+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDios_TKRDI/AAAAAAAACIs/8xbLm1kGXOY/s400/Imagem+029.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Correr não é o que devemos fazer... Como vemos na história, sentar e balançar é o que devemos fazer. A paciência, a paz e o balanço renovam as idéias."*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDio7WqdcbI/AAAAAAAACI0/tsLvMtnCPQ4/s1600/Imagem+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDio7WqdcbI/AAAAAAAACI0/tsLvMtnCPQ4/s400/Imagem+030.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pra mim, é sempre um momento mágico, espiritual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDipF_DYpuI/AAAAAAAACI8/Wjna4wEmKbs/s1600/Imagem+032+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDipF_DYpuI/AAAAAAAACI8/Wjna4wEmKbs/s320/Imagem+032+copia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sempre que se conta um conto de fadaas, a noite vem. Não importa a hora, não importa a estação do ano, o fato de uma história estar sendo contada faz com que um céu estrelado e uma lua branca entrem sorrateiros pelo beiral e fiquem pairando acima dos ouvintes... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDip0hBQiGI/AAAAAAAACJE/iQevUaDoNh4/s1600/Imagem+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDip0hBQiGI/AAAAAAAACJE/iQevUaDoNh4/s400/Imagem+043.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Às vezes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;ao final de um conto, o aposento enche-se de amanhecer; outras vezes um fragmento de estrela fica para trás, ou ainda uma faixa de luz rasga o céu tempestuoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDip8sdyyvI/AAAAAAAACJM/ohsJCT6Genk/s320/Imagem+049+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E não importa o que tenha ficado para trás, é com essa dádiva que devemos trabalhar: é ela que devemos usar para criar alma." ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s320/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiqFIt65sI/AAAAAAAACJU/xmm6vj1xvFw/s1600/Imagem+057+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muito agradecida&amp;nbsp; às meninas da Livraria Café &amp;amp; Cultura pelo convite e pelo acolhimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muito agradecida pelos amores, amigos e convidados que estiveram conosco, quando as histórias chegaram com a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dia 29/07/10, uma quinta-feira, a gente tem o próximo encontro... um sarau!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inté.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;* "Os três cabelos de ouro" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Clarissa Pinkola Estés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;** "Conselhos da Noite" Heloisa Prieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; " Entre leão e unicórnio" Marina Colasanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**** Mulheres que correm com os lobos - Clarissa Pinkola Estés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-3391937488668590676?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/3391937488668590676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/historias-que-chegam-com-noite_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3391937488668590676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/3391937488668590676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/historias-que-chegam-com-noite_10.html' title='HISTÓRIAS QUE CHEGAM COM A NOITE'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDimmDD_flI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZBMyT1glqgg/s72-c/Imagem+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2281654650518003354</id><published>2010-07-10T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:46:59.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contação na Praça Getúlio Vargas - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 17/06/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Manhã gostosa... um Sol bacana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O pessoal da OAB oferecia serviços gratuitos à população...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E eu fui pra frente da fonte. Convidei algumas pessoas mas neste dia tava todo mundo desconfiado... Pensei que era por conta do carro da OAB, parado bem ali perto. O pessoal acha que a gente tá oferecendo alguma coisa pra eles comprarem ou pra falar de religião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vai daí que uma mulher parou com seus filhos e quis ficar...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDii09g4utI/AAAAAAAACHc/ZIxVCTWWKrI/s1600/DSC04310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDii09g4utI/AAAAAAAACHc/ZIxVCTWWKrI/s400/DSC04310.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E a história chegou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiifKabc0I/AAAAAAAACHU/4VRuXmpFM-A/s1600/DSC04304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiifKabc0I/AAAAAAAACHU/4VRuXmpFM-A/s400/DSC04304.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Outro moço, profissão: palhaço, parou também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijAFXeHRI/AAAAAAAACHk/cdr4OawRuck/s1600/DSC04303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijAFXeHRI/AAAAAAAACHk/cdr4OawRuck/s400/DSC04303.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Logo em seguida, uma senhora com o neto nos fez companhia...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijcgXlMkI/AAAAAAAACH0/C_oDO_jplV4/s1600/DSC04306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijcgXlMkI/AAAAAAAACH0/C_oDO_jplV4/s320/DSC04306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E a história cresceu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijLWUXlsI/AAAAAAAACHs/LK9A5Gmie_I/s1600/DSC04305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijLWUXlsI/AAAAAAAACHs/LK9A5Gmie_I/s320/DSC04305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A Luciana, minha ex-aluna, chegou e garantiu as únicas fotos que tenho desse momento. Brigada, Lu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijcgXlMkI/AAAAAAAACH0/C_oDO_jplV4/s1600/DSC04306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijqFUJngI/AAAAAAAACH8/7Dd_xjxgUH0/s1600/DSC04313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDijqFUJngI/AAAAAAAACH8/7Dd_xjxgUH0/s320/DSC04313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E é assim... Tem sempre quem queira escutar uma história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não tenho como registrar todos os encontros mas posso garantir que todos são importantes pra nós que estamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Muito agradecida à todos que estiveram conosco e se deixaram voar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiifKabc0I/AAAAAAAACHU/4VRuXmpFM-A/s1600/DSC04304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/33561569-2281654650518003354?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2281654650518003354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/contacao-na-praca-getulio-vargas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2281654650518003354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2281654650518003354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/contacao-na-praca-getulio-vargas.html' title='Contação na Praça Getúlio Vargas - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 17/06/10'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDii09g4utI/AAAAAAAACHc/ZIxVCTWWKrI/s72-c/DSC04310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2089305409801918551</id><published>2010-07-10T13:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:27:05.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CICLO JOANINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dias 12 e 13/06/10 teve Festa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TA1dzAKGPZI/AAAAAAAACCs/PnG4RklfPvk/s1600/OgAAAPP29fk78a44dr29CRaT2GAeiCgZn-n7gjnkKTmKUwi_4gOrloaCggFhtCkYFnnEtuI_oSHrm9NNIFG-GqXxHKgAm1T1UBQ6Qf2Z5nLkiUJOf08dAbyQmAmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TA1dzAKGPZI/AAAAAAAACCs/PnG4RklfPvk/s400/OgAAAPP29fk78a44dr29CRaT2GAeiCgZn-n7gjnkKTmKUwi_4gOrloaCggFhtCkYFnnEtuI_oSHrm9NNIFG-GqXxHKgAm1T1UBQ6Qf2Z5nLkiUJOf08dAbyQmAmm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando o André do Circo_Los Xerebas me convidou pra essa festa, fiquei muito satisfeita: êita que delícia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiWUM5RgzI/AAAAAAAACE0/HwbbyDwCJyE/s1600/Imagem+224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiWUM5RgzI/AAAAAAAACE0/HwbbyDwCJyE/s400/Imagem+224.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Daí comentei com ele que fazia parte da Comissão Paulista de Folclore - Núcleo Baquirivu. A gente conversou sobre o Ciclo Joanino, que se inicia no primeiro dia do mês de junho.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem coisa mais gostosa do que uma festa desse jeito? Tudo lindo, no meio das árvores que ficam no fundo do teatro Nelson Rodrigues - espaço de tantas manifestações bacanas que já aconteceram na cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bandeirinha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiXFv1cmvI/AAAAAAAACE8/cTavN55LTcw/s1600/Imagem+120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiXFv1cmvI/AAAAAAAACE8/cTavN55LTcw/s400/Imagem+120.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fogueira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiYuK2UvBI/AAAAAAAACFU/wFfzTO8y9Hk/s1600/Imagem+167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiYuK2UvBI/AAAAAAAACFU/wFfzTO8y9Hk/s400/Imagem+167.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Mastro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiYQ6_AHUI/AAAAAAAACFM/M_6hOGsgvLY/s1600/Imagem+197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiYQ6_AHUI/AAAAAAAACFM/M_6hOGsgvLY/s400/Imagem+197.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Rancho com moda de viola... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiaWlkAmxI/AAAAAAAACFs/fFss7Ch8zWs/s1600/Imagem+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiaWlkAmxI/AAAAAAAACFs/fFss7Ch8zWs/s400/Imagem+026.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Barracas com alimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiZRrr-FyI/AAAAAAAACFc/cSFJfJnHYcQ/s1600/Imagem+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiZRrr-FyI/AAAAAAAACFc/cSFJfJnHYcQ/s400/Imagem+114.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiZ3AcAdTI/AAAAAAAACFk/cHbfq79sDrU/s1600/Imagem+088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiZ3AcAdTI/AAAAAAAACFk/cHbfq79sDrU/s400/Imagem+088.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Altar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiasKstodI/AAAAAAAACF0/_9UtkULDQB4/s1600/Imagem+222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDiasKstodI/AAAAAAAACF0/_9UtkULDQB4/s400/Imagem+222.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Quadrilha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDibnqwKDgI/AAAAAAAACGE/BohFq7p4wbI/s1600/Imagem+063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDibnqwKDgI/AAAAAAAACGE/BohFq7p4wbI/s400/Imagem+063.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;De palhaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDibvUcedWI/AAAAAAAACGM/aabuZPLg97I/s1600/Imagem+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDibvUcedWI/AAAAAAAACGM/aabuZPLg97I/s400/Imagem+061.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Correio elegante...De palhaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDicGL0D2mI/AAAAAAAACGU/C5VSeDPGSa4/s1600/Imagem+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDicGL0D2mI/AAAAAAAACGU/C5VSeDPGSa4/s400/Imagem+033.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rancho de histórias... Eu estava lá, contando histórias, participando da quadrilha e servindo cafezin de São Benedito do rancho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDicjxtRt_I/AAAAAAAACGc/2AOVWnc8Giw/s1600/Imagem+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDicjxtRt_I/AAAAAAAACGc/2AOVWnc8Giw/s400/Imagem+143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDid2yxEfUI/AAAAAAAACG8/N2UcHCJ0oY0/s1600/Imagem+152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDid2yxEfUI/AAAAAAAACG8/N2UcHCJ0oY0/s400/Imagem+152.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDidRDP609I/AAAAAAAACGs/nLAVoLypyQo/s1600/Imagem+157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDidRDP609I/AAAAAAAACGs/nLAVoLypyQo/s400/Imagem+157.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDieIaNhGRI/AAAAAAAACHE/O0jZrFAEkLA/s1600/Imagem+161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDieIaNhGRI/AAAAAAAACHE/O0jZrFAEkLA/s400/Imagem+161.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDieKDKiAxI/AAAAAAAACHM/QZZNQWRJT68/s1600/Imagem+164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TDieKDKiAxI/AAAAAAAACHM/QZZNQWRJT68/s400/Imagem+164.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro das festas que a gente fazia em casa, quando eu era criança. Era sempre no fundo da casa, de chão batido. Muita bandeirinha, fogueira, quentão e...quadrilha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito agradecida aos Xerebas pelo convite e pela oportunidade de reviver momentos mágicos de minha infância!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito agradecida a todos que compareceram e se encantaram conosco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inté ano que vem, que tem mais, na certeza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Festa joanina ou Festa junina?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="autor"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rossini Tavares de Lima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="autor"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="textoconteudo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desde criança, uso, como toda a nossa gente, para designar não só as festas de São João, como as dos três santos de junho, o termo "joanino". De uns tempos para cá, entretanto, coisa de quatro ou cinco anos, alguém mal avisado sugeriu para substituir a tradicional designação o vocábulo "junino". E hoje, também os eruditos falam em "festa junina" e não mais em "festa joanina", acrescentando, a título de explicação, que as festividades nada têm a ver com São João ou João, mas com Juno ou Junho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No entanto, tenho a impressão de que a razão está, ainda desta vez, com a sabedoria popular, que sempre chamou de "joaninas" as festas de junho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parece-me inaceitável o vocábulo "junino" pelas seguintes razões:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) em português, o vocábulo que designa as festas de Juno é "junónia" e nuna  "junina" (ver Cândido de Figueiredo, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dicionário);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) os fogos e fogueiras, características essenciais das festas, participam do  culto de Vesta ou Héstia e não de Juno;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) o termo "junino" não está dicionarizado e nem tão pouco é &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;vox populi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prefiro continuar usando o termo "joanino", porque:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) assim foi sempre utilizado pelo nosso povo e, segundo Frazer (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Golden  Bough), jamais deveremos apelar para uma idéia complexa, desde que uma idéia mais simples esteja à nossa disposição e seja aprovada por testemunhos explícitos da própria gente;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) na tradição européia, da qual procede a nossa, a festa mais importante do mês de junho é a de São João, a qual compreende um verdadeiro ciclo, que não é limitado à vigília e ao dia do santo, mas se estende por sete dias até São Pedro;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) os elementos das festas de junho — levantamento do mastro, fogueira, fogos, artes, cerimônias mágicas, danças de roda — são específicos ao ciclo de São João;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) em alguns lugares da Europa, como em Nice, na França, o próprio mês é  chamado "mês de São João" (Van Gennep, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manuel de folklore français).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Portanto, julgo mais acertado usar-se a expressão "festa joanina" e assim eu continuarei a fazê-lo como estudioso da cultura do meio popular brasileiro, até que me provem o contrário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bibliografia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Lima, Rossini Tavares de. "Festa joanina ou Festa junina?". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Gazeta.  São Paulo, 09 de junho de 1954)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bibliografia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706a.asp"&gt;http://www.jangadabrasil.com.br/temas/junho2010/te13706a.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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/33561569-2089305409801918551?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2089305409801918551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/ciclo-joanino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2089305409801918551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2089305409801918551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/ciclo-joanino.html' title='CICLO JOANINO'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TA1dzAKGPZI/AAAAAAAACCs/PnG4RklfPvk/s72-c/OgAAAPP29fk78a44dr29CRaT2GAeiCgZn-n7gjnkKTmKUwi_4gOrloaCggFhtCkYFnnEtuI_oSHrm9NNIFG-GqXxHKgAm1T1UBQ6Qf2Z5nLkiUJOf08dAbyQmAmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-6219241472352392065</id><published>2010-07-02T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:00:04.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias que chegam com a noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TC43J6Mlc8I/AAAAAAAACD4/bCjS3wyU5P4/s1600/Hist%C3%B3rias+que+chegam+com+a+noite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TC43J6Mlc8I/AAAAAAAACD4/bCjS3wyU5P4/s400/Hist%C3%B3rias+que+chegam+com+a+noite.jpg" width="400" /&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/33561569-6219241472352392065?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/6219241472352392065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/historias-que-chegam-com-noite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6219241472352392065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/6219241472352392065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/07/historias-que-chegam-com-noite.html' title='Histórias que chegam com a noite'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/TC43J6Mlc8I/AAAAAAAACD4/bCjS3wyU5P4/s72-c/Hist%C3%B3rias+que+chegam+com+a+noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-2101305379950515600</id><published>2010-05-27T13:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:28:31.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contação na praça  - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 27/05/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Manhã de quinta, o Sol enganando a gente que tá calor...um vento frio balançando as folhas das árvores e os cabelos da gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6UFAazTBI/AAAAAAAACBk/K9nW-ip5ge4/s1600/Imagem+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei na praça perto das 10h e estendi um tecido bonito na grama, pra sentar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é que é um tapete mágico, pronto pra nos transportar pra outros mundos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6UFAazTBI/AAAAAAAACBk/K9nW-ip5ge4/s1600/Imagem+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6UFAazTBI/AAAAAAAACBk/K9nW-ip5ge4/s320/Imagem+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O povo passava apressado, nem olhava pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de um tempo, uma família com o pai a mãe e três filhos apareceu... Êba! Vou lá!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiz o convite e as crianças aceitaram. A mãe, disse que ficaria sentada no banco lá perto "contando uma história pro seu marido".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O nosso tapete mágico, nos levou pra Alagos, beirando o Rio São Francisco, pra lenda do Menino do rio chegar... A Mãe D´Água e o Velho Chico vieram junto conosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim que eu comecei a contação a fonte que estava dormindo, acordou!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6VkfGL4QI/AAAAAAAACB0/DXVjwCHlHXA/s1600/Imagem+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6VkfGL4QI/AAAAAAAACB0/DXVjwCHlHXA/s320/Imagem+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Água chamando água... Coisa encantada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6U0nwoUTI/AAAAAAAACBs/3Sl_AGx_B_0/s1600/Imagem+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6U0nwoUTI/AAAAAAAACBs/3Sl_AGx_B_0/s320/Imagem+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Julia me disse que gostava de história de terror, a Joyce concordou e o Jorge Henrique emudeceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6W1EiCKII/AAAAAAAACB8/cZcFmcTEoP0/s1600/Imagem+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6W1EiCKII/AAAAAAAACB8/cZcFmcTEoP0/s320/Imagem+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;História de meter medo, não precisa ter violência...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A morte faz parte da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A gente morre em vida, às vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O escuro da noite, o barulho no oco do silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A voz sussurrada... A canção profunda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo isso pode acordar o medo que tem lá dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um medo bom, que deixa a gente esperto, atento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aprende a respeitar o invisível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E a considerar que tem coisa que não se entende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não se explica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Só é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6YhTJmKkI/AAAAAAAACCE/jYs9hs_-g-8/s1600/Imagem+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6YhTJmKkI/AAAAAAAACCE/jYs9hs_-g-8/s320/Imagem+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A Dona Cida passava com a Nicole, que ia pra escola e viu a gente lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6YopMsQGI/AAAAAAAACCM/kHsJnnml9M8/s1600/Imagem+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6YopMsQGI/AAAAAAAACCM/kHsJnnml9M8/s320/Imagem+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;_Cê tá contando história!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não resistiu e parou um bocadinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6Yv6_Ab1I/AAAAAAAACCU/mt94N2BsvU0/s1600/Imagem+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6Yv6_Ab1I/AAAAAAAACCU/mt94N2BsvU0/s320/Imagem+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E a gente, no nosso mundo, nem percebia o mundo da praça...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6ZQZy67ZI/AAAAAAAACCc/C3jpzlr4row/s1600/Imagem+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6ZQZy67ZI/AAAAAAAACCc/C3jpzlr4row/s320/Imagem+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Isabel, uma querida amiga, passou e acenou...não queria interromper... Ela sentiu que teria que se aproximar pra ir com a gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6ZX_wbUSI/AAAAAAAACCk/1IDe-Ch2O74/s1600/Imagem+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6ZX_wbUSI/AAAAAAAACCk/1IDe-Ch2O74/s320/Imagem+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E diz que foi assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Muito agradecida à Francisca, mãe das crianças Joyce, Juliana e Jorge Henrique que autorizou o nosso encontro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fotos: Cláudio Donato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/33561569-2101305379950515600?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/2101305379950515600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-na-praca-botando-palavra-pra.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2101305379950515600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/2101305379950515600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-na-praca-botando-palavra-pra.html' title='Contação na praça  - Botando a palavra pra andar!!! 27/05/10'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_6UFAazTBI/AAAAAAAACBk/K9nW-ip5ge4/s72-c/Imagem+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-8367964370356613985</id><published>2010-05-18T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:01:39.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente, história!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje eu e a Thayame estivemos na Casa dos Cordéis pra visualizar o lugar da apresentação do Bando de Três, do qual fazemos parte e terá estréia no final deste mês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando a gente chegou lá, demos com a Casa cheinha de crianças - alun@s de uma escola municipal, fazendo visita pra conhecer o lugar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava a maior algazarra. Daí o O Bosco, guardião da Casa, botou todo mundo sentado e foi apresentando a literatura de cordel. Iniciou com um trechinho do "Pavão Misterioso" e depois chamou a gente pra contar histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Contei "O pequeno grão de areia". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_NFSm40i4I/AAAAAAAACBU/6soiGH8wKsQ/s1600/Imagem+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_NFSm40i4I/AAAAAAAACBU/6soiGH8wKsQ/s320/Imagem+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Gosto dessa história de amor que dá conta da estrela que se joga lá do céu pra encontrar com seu amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_NFXZ_tIeI/AAAAAAAACBc/-NTm1p10FUg/s1600/Imagem+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_NFXZ_tIeI/AAAAAAAACBc/-NTm1p10FUg/s320/Imagem+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois a Thayame contou uma história que o vô dela lhe contou, de uma casa mal assombrada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu disse lá em casa que saí pra ver lugar... Que nada! Saí foi pra contar história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_599815979"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_599815980"&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/33561569-8367964370356613985?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8367964370356613985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-repente-historia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8367964370356613985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8367964370356613985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-repente-historia.html' title='De repente, história!'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_NFSm40i4I/AAAAAAAACBU/6soiGH8wKsQ/s72-c/Imagem+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-4408570439548362350</id><published>2010-05-18T20:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:24:20.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contação em Sampa - Bosque da Leitura Parque Toronto - 16/05/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MUYAD608I/AAAAAAAAB8c/E86m4zxIt9s/s1600/DSC03294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MWszpqA4I/AAAAAAAAB-U/hsyGPZbQYjI/s320/DSC03340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MWolorm6I/AAAAAAAAB-M/nhhv1jnyTqA/s1600/DSC03339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MWolorm6I/AAAAAAAAB-M/nhhv1jnyTqA/s320/DSC03339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MUUHtOTyI/AAAAAAAAB8U/lygv3tVBpEU/s1600/debora+kikuti+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MUUHtOTyI/AAAAAAAAB8U/lygv3tVBpEU/s320/debora+kikuti+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MWzt7qQPI/AAAAAAAAB-k/dTQzA9jUIwo/s1600/DSC03346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MWzt7qQPI/AAAAAAAAB-k/dTQzA9jUIwo/s320/DSC03346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MXhEBnzzI/AAAAAAAAB_s/RBF3v1X0UYQ/s1600/DSC03360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MYiakSTBI/AAAAAAAACAM/N4QwE0iBZTg/s320/DSC03365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MYtIinAVI/AAAAAAAACAU/MoADzzQD4r8/s1600/DSC03377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MYtIinAVI/AAAAAAAACAU/MoADzzQD4r8/s320/DSC03377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MYvbVSh3I/AAAAAAAACAc/31huoDnYF0U/s1600/DSC03383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MYvbVSh3I/AAAAAAAACAc/31huoDnYF0U/s320/DSC03383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY0olP0nI/AAAAAAAACAk/r4ROaF0_zbo/s1600/DSC03386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY0olP0nI/AAAAAAAACAk/r4ROaF0_zbo/s320/DSC03386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY3jsgtTI/AAAAAAAACAs/4MAfqpGIqBA/s1600/DSC03387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY3jsgtTI/AAAAAAAACAs/4MAfqpGIqBA/s320/DSC03387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY7HjBrxI/AAAAAAAACA0/HNvmpDdXZ1o/s1600/DSC03389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY7HjBrxI/AAAAAAAACA0/HNvmpDdXZ1o/s320/DSC03389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY-dbIl4I/AAAAAAAACA8/YWmkbBJCqeQ/s1600/DSC03390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MY-dbIl4I/AAAAAAAACA8/YWmkbBJCqeQ/s320/DSC03390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MZBdhtD7I/AAAAAAAACBE/xyL-jxeUQ4Y/s1600/DSC03392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MZBdhtD7I/AAAAAAAACBE/xyL-jxeUQ4Y/s320/DSC03392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MZDZakl2I/AAAAAAAACBM/VekJMjqm8dw/s1600/DSC03393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MZDZakl2I/AAAAAAAACBM/VekJMjqm8dw/s320/DSC03393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é a narrativa que eu deixo pra vocês da contação de histórias no Bosque da Leitura do Parque Toronto; um oásis paulistano, ao lado da Marginal Tietê... Acreditam?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, se eu não tivesse estado lá também não acreditaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um parque da cidade de São Paulo que merece ser visitado. Além de lindo, repleto de gente que gosta de brincar, caminhar, escutar histórias e contemplar aquela beleza...Prá completar, um monte de gente bacana que trabalha lá no Bosque da Leitura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Margarete e José Ivanildo, muito agradecida pela recepção carinhosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Francisca, brigada por ter parado um tantinho no seu trabalho pra escutar histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aparecido, sua orientação fez com que eu tomasse o caminho de volta pra casa; grata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo que esteve comigo na roda, muito agradecida... De verdade, pela força e pela luz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/33561569-4408570439548362350?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4408570439548362350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-em-sampa-bosque-da-leitura.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4408570439548362350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/4408570439548362350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-em-sampa-bosque-da-leitura.html' title='Contação em Sampa - Bosque da Leitura Parque Toronto - 16/05/10'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S_MUYAD608I/AAAAAAAAB8c/E86m4zxIt9s/s72-c/DSC03294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5227703267355732635</id><published>2010-05-14T18:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:39:03.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o que é suficiente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje fiquei em casa, "de molho".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse outono com ares de inverno, acordou minha alergia - isso é que dá ter as antenas&amp;nbsp; abertas, como diria aquele médico antroposófico que escutei dia desses...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-3CoPQ-obI/AAAAAAAAB2M/QsRPwtbuZv4/s1600/DSC00917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-3CoPQ-obI/AAAAAAAAB2M/QsRPwtbuZv4/s320/DSC00917.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Reflexão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai daí que aproveitei o tempo para ler e escrever; estou às voltas com minha monografia da pós-graduação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-2-Cy0eS_I/AAAAAAAAB10/U_kdOTnb7AY/s1600/arte+integrativa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-2-Cy0eS_I/AAAAAAAAB10/U_kdOTnb7AY/s400/arte+integrativa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudo" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(ilustração de Alexa B. Leirner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então (re)visitei Clarissa Pínkola Estés, de quem sou admiradora confessa. Fico encantada com o jeito que esta mulher escreve e identifico-me demais, por conta da linhagem ancestral à qual pertencemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dito isso, reescrevo aqui um lindo trecho de um dos seus lindos livros: "O DOM DA HISTÓRIA - Uma fábula sobre o que é suficiente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-2_ElbgZmI/AAAAAAAAB18/IHDfJ-PEhlo/s1600/o+dom+da+hist%C3%B3ria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-2_ElbgZmI/AAAAAAAAB18/IHDfJ-PEhlo/s320/o+dom+da+hist%C3%B3ria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Seja a sua família velha, jovem ou ainda em formação, seja você amante ou amigo, são as experiências compartilhadas com os outros e as histórias que se contam depois sobre essas experiências, além daquelas que se trazem do passado e do futuro, que criam o vínculo definitivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não existe um jeito certo ou errado de se contar uma história. Talvez você se esqueça do início, do meio ou do final. Mas um pouquinho de sol nascendo através de uma pequena janela também anima o coração. Por isso, adule os velhos resmungões para que contem suas melhores lembranças. Peça às criancinhas seus momentos mais felizes. Pergunte aos adolescentes os momentos mais assustadores das suas vidas. Dê a palavra aos velhos. Passe por toda a roda. Force os introvertidos. Pergunte a cada pessoa. Você vai ver. Todos serão aquecidos, sustentados pelo círculo de histórias que criarem juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Embora nenhum de nós vá viver para sempre, as histórias conseguem. Enquanto restar uma criatura que saiba contar a história e enquanto, com o fato de ela ser repetida, os poderes maiores do amor, da misericórdia, da generosidade e da perseverança forem continuamente invocados a estar no mundo, eu lhe garanto que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;será suficiente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Inté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/33561569-5227703267355732635?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5227703267355732635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-o-que-e-suficiente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5227703267355732635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/5227703267355732635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobre-o-que-e-suficiente.html' title='Sobre o que é suficiente...'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-3CoPQ-obI/AAAAAAAAB2M/QsRPwtbuZv4/s72-c/DSC00917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-344598706532443036</id><published>2010-05-13T15:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:43:02.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3º DIA INTERNACIONAL DE HISTÓRIAS DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-xUSL9TusI/AAAAAAAAB1c/b_V5jStK2oo/s1600/Logo_Dia_Internacional.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470840318772624066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-xUSL9TusI/AAAAAAAAB1c/b_V5jStK2oo/s200/Logo_Dia_Internacional.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 167px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu apoio esta iniciativa, desde o 1º Dia celebrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que é uma iniciativa bem bacana, que dimensiona o que já é feito pelo mundo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no Brasil, muita gente já trilhava o caminho aberto pelas histórias de vida das pessoas... Daí foi muito tranquilo não só apoiar, como continuar a fazer o de sempre... Escutar histórias de vida e recontá-las para que elas se espalhem e inspirem outros tantos; uma troca, uma relação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amor nasceu no dia 16 de maio. Por isso mesmo, um dia especial pra mim e cheio de histórias que se misturam nas tramas da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia 16, eu contarei histórias no Bosque da Leitura Parque Toronto, contratada pela Secretaria de Cultura da cidade de São Paulo. Impossível começar a contar, sem falar de minha avó, que me iniciou neste caminho encantado... Lá vem história de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, encontro com a família, pra celebrar nossa data querida...Mais outro tanto de histórias que brotam da gente, feito olho d´água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Espero que vocês encontrem um jeito bem especial de celebrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Para saber mais, acessem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museudapessoa.net/"&gt;http://www.museudapessoa.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ausculti.org/" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://www.ausculti.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561569-344598706532443036?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/344598706532443036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-dia-internacional-de-historias-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/344598706532443036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/344598706532443036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-dia-internacional-de-historias-de.html' title='3º DIA INTERNACIONAL DE HISTÓRIAS DE VIDA'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S-xUSL9TusI/AAAAAAAAB1c/b_V5jStK2oo/s72-c/Logo_Dia_Internacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-1066170857232429033</id><published>2010-05-13T09:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:44:00.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOCA DO CÉU - Encontro Internacional de Contadores de Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje eu estarei lá!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O foco do Boca do Céu 2010 é a discussão sobre a importância das narrativas como experiência humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão acontecendo debates entre especialistas de diversas áreas de conhecimento, como psicanálise, antropologia, filosofia, música, cinema, entre outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam a programação, que vai até domingo (16/05/10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bocadoceu.com.br/"&gt;http://www.bocadoceu.com.br&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/33561569-1066170857232429033?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/1066170857232429033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/boca-do-ceu-encontro-internacional-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1066170857232429033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/1066170857232429033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/boca-do-ceu-encontro-internacional-de.html' title='BOCA DO CÉU - Encontro Internacional de Contadores de Histórias'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-8640405484523159458</id><published>2010-05-11T23:34:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:45:07.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTAÇÃO EM SAMPA - 16/05/2010 - 11h</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Histórias de encantamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 16 de maio - 11h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bosque da Leitura - Parque Toronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entrar em contato com nossa criança interior, para despertar o adulto que sonha e se emociona. O imaginário nos guiará pelo caminho do encantamento, proposto pelas histórias contadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;Como chegar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prefeitura.sp.gov.br/cidade/secretarias/cultura/bibliotecas/bosque_leitura/index.php?p=5801"&gt;http://www.prefeitura.sp.gov.br/cidade/secretarias/cultura/bibliotecas/bosque_leitura/index.php?p=5801&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&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/33561569-8640405484523159458?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8640405484523159458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-em-sampa-16052010-11h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8640405484523159458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561569/posts/default/8640405484523159458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/2010/05/contacao-em-sampa-16052010-11h.html' title='CONTAÇÃO EM SAMPA - 16/05/2010 - 11h'/><author><name>Débora Kikuti - contadora de histórias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/SKi84oLikGI/AAAAAAAAAws/yd9DLYzo3uo/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561569.post-5234319033920035460</id><published>2010-04-12T10:20:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:41:25.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTAÇÃO EM SAMPA - PARQUE ANHANGUERA - 11/04/10</title><content type='html'>Foi ontem, domingo... Bóra pro Parque Anhanguera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já citei aqui, que como moro em Guarulhos este Parque fica beeeeeeeem longe. Além disso, como vou só de vez em quando, cada vez faço um caminho diferente, conforme o mapa do San Google (de quem sou devota!) ou informações pela estrada afora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, pé na estrada - ops, rodas na estrada... Eis que caio no laririnto do Minotauro - conhecido por muitos como "Rodoanel". Quem não tem uma Ariadne das boas, fica dando voltas por lá um tempão, tendo a certeza que já passou por aquele trecho "umas par de vezes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, além do desperdício de combustível, que contribui para a derrocada do Planeta, ainda temos o "detalhe" de eu ter pago o pedágio três vezes... Não é brincadeira isso, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que eu sou pessoa de fé, minha gente! Ah, para! Que me apareça uma Ariadne das boas; alguém que me jogue o fio...Achei! O último pedágio não foi pago inutilmente...a moça-Ariadne me disse o que fazer... e eu obedeci...e cheguei certinho!!! Brigada, viu moça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá bom, daí chegamos no parque e... tinha quase gente nenhuma... a equipe do Bosque da Leitura, que sempre me recebe muito bem, já anunciou que o movimento do Parque estava fraco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, fiz um reconhecimento do local, tomei um cafezinho, comi umas bolachinhas, saí convidando o povo  e desapeguei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MkhXHY3oI/AAAAAAAABwU/AMT_Kyo8yzo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MkhXHY3oI/AAAAAAAABwU/AMT_Kyo8yzo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459247328862461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eis que surgem os seguintes cavalheiros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MjfpD5sqI/AAAAAAAABwM/i3zrb_phsdA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MjfpD5sqI/AAAAAAAABwM/i3zrb_phsdA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459246199808307874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que gostam de histórias, vejam só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8Mk08UvxgI/AAAAAAAABwc/VL_ulFmf3Bo/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8Mk08UvxgI/AAAAAAAABwc/VL_ulFmf3Bo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459247665268114946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E daí, entendendo que eles e os póvos e póvas do Bosque da Leitura seriam meu público, iniciei a contação... Falava de minha vó Maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MlKksObiI/AAAAAAAABwk/8FMYsQgOZoU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MlKksObiI/AAAAAAAABwk/8FMYsQgOZoU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459248036881264162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E enquanto iniciávamos, chegaram outras pessoas... O pai trouxe os meninos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MltLsGq7I/AAAAAAAABws/nKUNfxULm6Q/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MltLsGq7I/AAAAAAAABws/nKUNfxULm6Q/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459248631465290674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se já estava bom...O guarda municipal não achava isso não... Ele não se conformava que tinha umas crianças por ali e elas não vinham conosco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daí, ele foi convidá-las...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha só, quando cês tiverem dificuldade em convidar alguém pra escutar histórias, busquem a ajuda de um guarda municipal... Olha só quanta gente ele trouxe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MohfisieI/AAAAAAAABw0/-ed_plb_XO0/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MohfisieI/AAAAAAAABw0/-ed_plb_XO0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459251729170991586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Repara nele, aqui nesta foto, zelando por nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MpRYheLrI/AAAAAAAABw8/qlVGpE-ZE7c/s1600/guarda+municipal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8MpRYheLrI/AAAAAAAABw8/qlVGpE-ZE7c/s400/guarda+municipal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459252551920529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E o baú de histórias foi aberto...por Ananse, o homem aranha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGLPtWDI/AAAAAAAABxE/QFLv6biMaak/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGLPtWDI/AAAAAAAABxE/QFLv6biMaak/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459399693935925298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...que foi buscar no céu as histórias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGY_gM5I/AAAAAAAABxM/wQ7r4Nbyph4/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGY_gM5I/AAAAAAAABxM/wQ7r4Nbyph4/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459399697626051474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Bicho de Palha também veio, trazendo sua varinha de condão, presente de uma senhora muito boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGwi8bzI/AAAAAAAABxU/n5KL3cSyI-s/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvGwi8bzI/AAAAAAAABxU/n5KL3cSyI-s/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459399703948717874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mudava de endereço toda hora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvHBRd9-I/AAAAAAAABxc/AU0GvqamgCI/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8OvHBRd9-I/AAAAAAAABxc/AU0GvqamgCI/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459399708438820834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O princípe tava ficando agoniado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O00ZwrO6I/AAAAAAAABx0/j0RSUar_wF0/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O00ZwrO6I/AAAAAAAABx0/j0RSUar_wF0/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459405985664416674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inda bem que tem varinha de condão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O00Ei7uVI/AAAAAAAABxs/JPJ9l9-C9M0/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O00Ei7uVI/AAAAAAAABxs/JPJ9l9-C9M0/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459405979969632594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quanto desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O0zv5dCxI/AAAAAAAABxk/8h8nHhK8V8A/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O0zv5dCxI/AAAAAAAABxk/8h8nHhK8V8A/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459405974426946322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teve até parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2ly8bIYI/AAAAAAAAByM/_9sdi5f0bK8/s1600/aniversariante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2ly8bIYI/AAAAAAAAByM/_9sdi5f0bK8/s400/aniversariante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459407933749797250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daí a gente usou nossas varinhas... Primeiro pra equipe do Bosque da Leitura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2EOxhY5I/AAAAAAAABx8/yOHNhyRo2Mc/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2EOxhY5I/AAAAAAAABx8/yOHNhyRo2Mc/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459407357104710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois pra aniversariante do dia... de presente...Que concordou que, assim que o encantamento da varinha pegasse nela, uns raiozinhos pulariam pra todos nós, que teríamos nossos desejos realizados também!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2EV9ciyI/AAAAAAAAByE/g0HQNkMYwlk/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O2EV9ciyI/AAAAAAAAByE/g0HQNkMYwlk/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459407359033772834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por fim, descobrimos um contador de histórias maravilhoso entre nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O8jN3wmPI/AAAAAAAAByU/b3F4PXT-0Ng/s1600/garto+contador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O8jN3wmPI/AAAAAAAAByU/b3F4PXT-0Ng/s400/garto+contador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459414486508148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ele contou uma livre criação sua, sobre uma nova versão da história de Chapeuzinho Vermelho..."O lobinho bom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma delícia, todos adoraram!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O9ZFN-pFI/AAAAAAAAByc/eRash5Y-3Ks/s1600/garoto+contador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V5-ZmDVgaQ/S8O9ZFN-pFI/AAAAAAAAByc/eRash5Y-3Ks/s400/garoto+contador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459415411898360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão desculpando por eu não botar o nome de vocês por aqui... Muita gente, eu embaralho tudo na cabeça... Junto com as histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida, povo do Bosque da Leitura, pela recepção sempre carinhosa e participação animada!&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida, moço-guarda-municipal, pela participação ativa e bom-humor abençoado!&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida, Luciana, pela companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito agradecida, Cláudio, pelo registro fotográfico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi lindo...&lt;br /&gt;Inté.&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/33561569-5234319033920035460?l=deborakikuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborakikuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5234319033920035460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' ty
