<?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-5704649555503418155</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:49:36.587-08:00</updated><category term='teatro para a infância'/><category term='Atelier sobre Leitura'/><category term='poesia para a infância'/><category term='narração oral'/><category term='Jardim Botânico'/><category term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'>camalearte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-2287060652353548127</id><published>2010-02-08T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:18:14.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Fontinha esteve cá na última QUINTA DE CONTOS no Ateneu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi importante repensarmos a qualidade da narração oral enquanto "espaço-lareira".&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tem sido a nossa mais valia de há 8 anos a esta parte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A qualidade da narração, dos narradores, dos ouvintes, da relação/comunicação, do espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao redor do último copo de bom vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-2287060652353548127?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/2287060652353548127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=2287060652353548127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2287060652353548127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2287060652353548127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-fontinha-esteve-ca-na-ultima-quinta.html' title=''/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-264480043985268449</id><published>2009-05-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:42:19.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narração oral'/><title type='text'>QUINTA DE CONTOS com CARLOS MARQUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/ShXYI2pWwlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xq-XKWmJTHY/s1600-h/v22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/ShXYI2pWwlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xq-XKWmJTHY/s320/v22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338410579937116754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Ateneu de Coimbra,&lt;br /&gt;Dia 5 de Junho pelas 22h00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUINTA DE CONTOS&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARLOS MARQUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz do seu trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;"Um actor conta e canta histórias da nossa tradição oral, recorrendo a formas ancestrais de comunicação, como o riso, jogos dramáticos e música. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Porquê o conto? O conto como matéria-prima assume um lugar de partilha directa e de união entre os dois intervenientes (contador e espectador). Parte-se de um conjunto de contos (da sua expressão retórica), para atingir uma densidade cómica e dramática."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;http://www.bichodecontos.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-264480043985268449?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/264480043985268449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=264480043985268449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/264480043985268449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/264480043985268449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/05/quinta-de-contos-com-carlos-marques.html' title='QUINTA DE CONTOS com CARLOS MARQUES'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/ShXYI2pWwlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xq-XKWmJTHY/s72-c/v22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-6753866270292256627</id><published>2009-03-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:36:23.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardim Botânico'/><title type='text'>CONTO DA ILHA DESCONHECIDA</title><content type='html'>Conto da iha deconhecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interpretado por Pedro Correia&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdECeO-YKUI/AAAAAAAAACw/GAGVTcJq1TQ/s1600-h/DSCF0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdECeO-YKUI/AAAAAAAAACw/GAGVTcJq1TQ/s320/DSCF0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319035353340324162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-6753866270292256627?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6753866270292256627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=6753866270292256627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/6753866270292256627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/6753866270292256627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/03/conto-da-ilha-desconhecida.html' title='CONTO DA ILHA DESCONHECIDA'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdECeO-YKUI/AAAAAAAAACw/GAGVTcJq1TQ/s72-c/DSCF0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-1075509084394341840</id><published>2009-03-30T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:29:09.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'>QUINTA DE CONTOS com CLARA HADDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdEBWvCqy3I/AAAAAAAAACo/n9ywuNAvb-0/s1600-h/302-2009016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdEBWvCqy3I/AAAAAAAAACo/n9ywuNAvb-0/s320/302-2009016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319034124997675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Abril, no dia 2, pelas 22h00, no Ateneu de Coimbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessão de contos com a narradora convidada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARA HADDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clara encanta e encanta-enquanto-conta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-1075509084394341840?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1075509084394341840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=1075509084394341840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1075509084394341840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1075509084394341840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/03/quinta-de-contos-com-clara-haddad.html' title='QUINTA DE CONTOS com CLARA HADDAD'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SdEBWvCqy3I/AAAAAAAAACo/n9ywuNAvb-0/s72-c/302-2009016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-7984010398329052398</id><published>2009-03-04T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:02:15.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUINTA DE CONTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/Sa76Mxa3BHI/AAAAAAAAACg/7oU_6-g2grI/s1600-h/200_trans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/Sa76Mxa3BHI/AAAAAAAAACg/7oU_6-g2grI/s320/200_trans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456108047762546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 5 de Março, no ATENEU de COIMBRA, pelas 22h00:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUINTA DE CONTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com LUÍS CARMELO (Évora, Trimagisto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua voz tem mel e veludo. Imagens e vidas entram nas portas da percepção. Assim conta. Como quem ampara, como quem faz de bengala de apoio na longa caminhada da narrativa.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço ao Luís.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-7984010398329052398?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/7984010398329052398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=7984010398329052398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/7984010398329052398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/7984010398329052398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/03/quinta-de-contos.html' title='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/Sa76Mxa3BHI/AAAAAAAAACg/7oU_6-g2grI/s72-c/200_trans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-2640771747902231514</id><published>2009-02-19T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:50:36.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardim Botânico'/><title type='text'>conto da ilha desconhecida de José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SZ3RoTw1unI/AAAAAAAAACI/j7jBSAyad64/s1600-h/Cid+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SZ3RoTw1unI/AAAAAAAAACI/j7jBSAyad64/s320/Cid+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304626426542406258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leitura musicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Conto&lt;/span&gt; lido por Pedro Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Conto&lt;/span&gt; com música para duas flautas interpretada por&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Neves e Margarida Neves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Conto&lt;/span&gt; orientado por José Geraldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Conto&lt;/span&gt; escrito por José Saramago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jardim Botânico, inserido na XI Semana Cultural da Universidade de Coimbra, de 2 a 6 de Março de 2009 — 3 sessões diárias (10h, 11h30 e 15h) e 7 de Março de 2009 — 16 horas (sujeito a marcação prévia através do número 239 855 233), a Camaleão apresenta a leitura musicada do CONTO DA ILHA DESCONHECIDA de José Saramago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as plantas se apresentam na velocidade e no movimento de se tornarem "ilha", o lugar ideal é o jardim onde a música e a palavra dançam e a narrativa se torna paisagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-2640771747902231514?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/2640771747902231514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=2640771747902231514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2640771747902231514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2640771747902231514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/02/conto-da-ilha-desconhecida-de-jose.html' title='conto da ilha desconhecida de José Saramago'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SZ3RoTw1unI/AAAAAAAAACI/j7jBSAyad64/s72-c/Cid+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-1506319789475785397</id><published>2009-01-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:59:22.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atelier sobre Leitura'/><title type='text'>A Leitura secreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SYSB2NYjC1I/AAAAAAAAACA/fKnD53CFefA/s1600-h/dsc_4513.jpg"&gt;Atelier sobre a leitura orientado por Rodolfo Castro&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SYSB2NYjC1I/AAAAAAAAACA/fKnD53CFefA/s320/dsc_4513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501830000085842" border="0" /&gt;Dia 7 de Fevereiro, das 10h00 às 17h00, na ESEC. Oraganização da Camaleão - Associação Cultural/APEI (associação de Profissionais de Educação de Infância). Com o apoio da ESEC. Lotação esgotada.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-1506319789475785397?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1506319789475785397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=1506319789475785397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1506319789475785397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1506319789475785397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/01/leitura-secreta.html' title='A Leitura secreta'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SYSB2NYjC1I/AAAAAAAAACA/fKnD53CFefA/s72-c/dsc_4513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-9027170161684789904</id><published>2009-01-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:43:25.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Descobrimos um espaço de encontro entre a voz  e a fogueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Os ouvidos absorvem, riem e devolvem as palavras, as narrativas, os gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;ATENEU DE COIMBRA- parceiro vai faz este ano 7 anos. Serve-nos o café, a cerveja, o favaios ou, simplesmente o espaço e o acolhimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;NARRADORES - os da Camaleão. Com experiência ou a fazer caminho. Mais um CONVIDADO. Apostamos na cumplicidade, na qualidade, em novas vozes. Já por cá passaram muitos. De Portugal, Brasil, Espanha, Argentina, Cabo Verde, São Tomé e Príncipe.&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/5704649555503418155-9027170161684789904?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/9027170161684789904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=9027170161684789904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/9027170161684789904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/9027170161684789904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/01/descobrimos-um-espaco-de-encontro-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-1232871409043912436</id><published>2009-01-26T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:06:32.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'>Rodolfo Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SX4axpK1XMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFXZ20CQvNs/s1600-h/Rodolfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;No próximo dia  5, às 22 horas, no Ateneu de Coimbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;QUINTA DE CONTOS!&lt;br /&gt;Com Rodolfo Castro. Ele diz de si próprio: "estudiante del montón, futbolista trunco, teatrero inconstante, albañil y cartero, vendedor ambulante, pintor de paredes, lector y grafitero, INCONFORME, noctámbulo, maestro de escuela, silbador y tarareador profesional, nómada, curioso compulsivo y melancólico, finalmente cuentero".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SX4axpK1XMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFXZ20CQvNs/s1600-h/Rodolfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SX4axpK1XMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFXZ20CQvNs/s320/Rodolfo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295699652001488066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-1232871409043912436?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/1232871409043912436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=1232871409043912436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1232871409043912436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/1232871409043912436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2009/01/quinta-de-contos.html' title='Rodolfo Castro'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lz76oYougYI/SX4axpK1XMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tFXZ20CQvNs/s72-c/Rodolfo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-3575963002451604275</id><published>2008-06-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:24:08.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia para a infância'/><title type='text'>QUAL É A COR DO TEU SORRISO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEq1UQpwU-I/AAAAAAAAABM/7oxKvCIjWd8/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEq1UQpwU-I/AAAAAAAAABM/7oxKvCIjWd8/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209175278679512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;espectáculo de poesia com música ao vivo, para a infância, em que dois personagens conversam e brincam a partir de poemas. Toda a estrutura cénica se baseia no jogo da acção (lúdica, clownesca) e da palavra (nas suas vertentes de imagem/conteúdo e som), sem estar assente sobre um enredo dramático convencional. Durante o espectáculo, o público é convidado a participar, marcando ritmos (com as palmas das mãos, com as pontas dos dedos, com estalinhos de língua, com batidas dos pés) e repetindo refrões, permitindo uma interacção comunicativa mais acentuada. “Qual é hoje a cor do teu sorriso?”, “E agora, qual é a cor do teu sorriso?” são perguntas  do diálogo entre os personagens, recorrentes durante o espectáculo, que têm como resposta a temática do(s) poema(s) que se segue(m), como se o “mar”, os “segredos”, os “pássaros das árvores” fossem “estados de alma”. Assim, podemos dizer que este espectáculo é uma metáfora construída em forma de jogo lúdico. Cada poema é um“coelho”de onde tiramos “cartolas”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mais do que divulgar poetas e poemas, interessa-nos promover o olhar poético, a surpresa sonora, a alegria das imagens poéticas, o despertar para a metáfora, para o canto, para o ritmo, para o som, para a rima da língua portuguesa. Promover e sensibilizar para o universo da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;8 de junho em Seia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-3575963002451604275?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/3575963002451604275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=3575963002451604275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/3575963002451604275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/3575963002451604275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/06/qual-cor-do-teu-sorriso.html' title='QUAL É A COR DO TEU SORRISO?'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEq1UQpwU-I/AAAAAAAAABM/7oxKvCIjWd8/s72-c/16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-3039045895690636369</id><published>2008-06-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:17:43.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro para a infância'/><title type='text'>O MERCADOR DE CARÍCIAS NA SERRA DA ESTRELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEqzvPJKkjI/AAAAAAAAABE/EtDn_Ilse8Y/s1600-h/Mercador+de+Car%C3%ADcias+01.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEqzvPJKkjI/AAAAAAAAABE/EtDn_Ilse8Y/s320/Mercador+de+Car%C3%ADcias+01.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209173543107596850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Triste com o mundo e cansado da indiferença que lhe dão e ao ‘produto’ que vende (beijinhos e abraços, festinhas e miminhos), um ‘velho’ Mercador de Carícias vai visitar-vos, com o seu acordeão e uma velha mala, e convosco tentar mudar a vida das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um dia em que os Monstros voltaram…&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse dia os devoradores de crianças passaram a mandar no mundo…&lt;br /&gt;E, durante todo esse tempo, o Mercador de Carícias vê o seu negócio ir por água abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Já ninguém lhe compra nada, ninguém ousa fazer uma festinha a ninguém por muito pequenina que seja…&lt;br /&gt;O Mercador lembra-se então de usar marionetas e uma máscara, novos personagens que faz surgir no palco, teatro dentro do teatro para representar o perigo nos ameaça, para mostrar o que se está a passar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele alerta as crianças e diz aos pais: “Atenção! Sem miminhos em breve estareis todos doentes! Comprai-me carícias para afastar os monstros que invadiram as cidades e fazem com que vocês, os adultos, tenham cada vez menos tempo para ESTAR com os vossos filhos”.&lt;br /&gt;Então as pessoas pedem-lhe que volte, primeiro timidamente depois cada vez com mais firmeza… O medo dos Monstros diminui e a vida reconcilia-se com o gosto terno das carícias, das festinhas e dos xi-corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Geraldo&lt;br /&gt;7 de junho de 2008&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/5704649555503418155-3039045895690636369?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/3039045895690636369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=3039045895690636369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/3039045895690636369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/3039045895690636369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-mercador-de-carcias-na-serra-da.html' title='O MERCADOR DE CARÍCIAS NA SERRA DA ESTRELA'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SEqzvPJKkjI/AAAAAAAAABE/EtDn_Ilse8Y/s72-c/Mercador+de+Car%C3%ADcias+01.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-2011784788149098418</id><published>2008-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:09:01.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'>Serafim em Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt;A Camaleão tem tido o prazer de promover as QUINTAS DE CONTOS - espaço mensal de narração oral. Desde há seis anos, já abrigou grandes vozes deste universo. Tem contado com companheiros de percurso que se disponibilizam para manter vivo e dinâmico este projecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt;Um&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElg9UUgQnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UFtFd8NjLCI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElg9UUgQnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UFtFd8NjLCI/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208801050573685362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a noite com Jorge Serafim, na primeira quinta feira de Julho, no Ateneu de Coimbra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt;Poeta contador de histórias, é natural de Beja e exerceu funções na Biblioteca Municipal onde reforçou e refinou o gosto pela leitura e pela escrita, nos seus mais variados registos. Da poesia ao humor passando pela música, este autodidacta é conhecido do público pelas várias participações no programa “Levanta-te e Ri”, onde deu a conhecer um humor incomparável transmitido através de uma linguagem marcadamente popular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt;Recentemente, lançou o livro de poesia “A sul de ti” e dedica-se a contar histórias pelo país e pelo mundo associando esta arte à promoção do livro e da leitura. Decidido a manter tradição, este jovem alentejano aposta no estilo antigo, de uma forma intimista e pessoal, para que assim se possa tirar todo o partido da magia dos contos. Dono de uma linguagem corporal e de uma dinâmica ímpares, Serafim consegue envolver o público que o rodeia pois se quem conta um conto acrescenta um ponto, Jorge Serafim acrescenta dois ou três.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt;In&lt;em&gt; Biblioteca Municipal de Sesimbra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" align="right"&gt;26-03-2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-2011784788149098418?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/2011784788149098418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=2011784788149098418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2011784788149098418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2011784788149098418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Serafim em Julho'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElg9UUgQnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UFtFd8NjLCI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-2570850652708820894</id><published>2008-06-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:49:24.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUINTA DE CONTOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElcMTaKnlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F6qinfq1I4w/s1600-h/clara+novaa.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElcMTaKnlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F6qinfq1I4w/s320/clara+novaa.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208795810468896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de 5 de junho de 2008 no Centro Cultural Dom Dinis em Coimbra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704649555503418155-2570850652708820894?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/2570850652708820894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=2570850652708820894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2570850652708820894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/2570850652708820894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/06/noite-de-5-de-junho-de-2008-no-centro.html' title=''/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SElcMTaKnlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F6qinfq1I4w/s72-c/clara+novaa.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-8630082845560251835</id><published>2008-05-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:16:18.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESORDEM NO GATUSKÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Teatro para a Infância 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Alfredo Godomias Miau e Zeferias Ladrascão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SDXH_egO_pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sR72wLt0mm0/s1600-h/Desordem_no_Gatusk%C3%A3o_cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SDXH_egO_pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sR72wLt0mm0/s320/Desordem_no_Gatusk%C3%A3o_cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203284837830426258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; eram dois amigos que viviam em Cat Town. Um dia, quando tinham a tua idade, decidiram ser Piratas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Compraram um barquito vermelho de cinco mastros e, numa tarde ventosa de Agosto, zarparam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ao fim de três dias de navegação em alto mar, avistaram um galeão Franciú ao largo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hastearam a bandeira Pirata e partiram à abordagem, na esperança de conquistar um precioso tesouro de ouro, prata e pedras preciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Os Francius eram cinquenta, eles eram só dois. Lutaram trinta e seis horas de seguida. Já tinham despachado quarenta e quatro Francius, quando de repente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ladrascão cai ao mar que, como tu calculas, estava infestado de tubarões. Miau, depois de ter desbaratado os Francius, aprisionado aquele belo Galeão e conquistado o imenso tesouro que ele transportava, jurou abandonar a vida de pirataria, julgando que o amigo tinha sido devorado pelos tubarões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Então, como ficou muito rico, comprou um Reino e tornou-se Rei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Entretanto Ladrascão, que tinha caído ao mar, teve de matar mais de cem, quiçá até mais do que quinhentos e trinta e seis tubarões para se salvar. Diz a lenda que só ao septingentésimo o jovem Ladrascão se viu livre dos terríveis predadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Depois, como os barcos já se tinham afastado, nadou quarenta e sete dias de seguida no seu estilo preferido até chegar a uma ilha deserta e se salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ficha Artística e Técnica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Geraldo e José Brás - Autores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro Malacas  - Encenação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António Mortágua e João Castro Gomes – actores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carolina Santos – Cenografia, Adereços, Figurinos e Design Gráfico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Geraldo -  Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alexandre Mestre – Desenho de Luz e Técnico de Luz e Som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro Malacas - Fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isabel Pereira – Execução de Figurinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ilídio Design – Cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cláudia do Vale – Produção Executiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camaleão-Associação Cultural - Produção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &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/5704649555503418155-8630082845560251835?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/8630082845560251835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=8630082845560251835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/8630082845560251835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/8630082845560251835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/05/desordem-no-gatusko.html' title='DESORDEM NO GATUSKÃO'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SDXH_egO_pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sR72wLt0mm0/s72-c/Desordem_no_Gatusk%C3%A3o_cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704649555503418155.post-6638259942524447320</id><published>2008-05-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:43:08.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi assim que nascemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pois foi.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a Susana combinou um jantar com uma série de pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Éramos vários e de várias formações e fomos comer ao Quim dos Ossos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha tido um sonho. Visionário. Irrecusável.&lt;br /&gt;Produzir uma revista de artes performativas a partir de uma associação sem fins lucrativos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha sonhado com o nome da revista e com o nome da associação.&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos os sonhos se realizam. A revista não chegou a realizar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a CAMALEÃO - ASSOCIAÇÃO CULTURAL nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Assim.&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi.&lt;br /&gt;Num jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda em 1998.&lt;br /&gt;A sua constituição ficou combinada: 8 de Março de 1999.&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi.&lt;br /&gt;Assim.&lt;br /&gt;Entre mulheres e homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/5704649555503418155-6638259942524447320?l=camalearte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/feeds/6638259942524447320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5704649555503418155&amp;postID=6638259942524447320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/6638259942524447320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704649555503418155/posts/default/6638259942524447320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camalearte.blogspot.com/2008/05/foi-assim-que-nascemos.html' title='Foi assim que nascemos'/><author><name>camalearte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08362202750666070288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lz76oYougYI/SCHxsjfYuaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/h-9zuZzaYK4/S220/camaleao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
