<?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-1567168822260001514</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:26:16.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Ação Griô Nacional</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosane Luchtenberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14980765201214123649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-739425721516932878</id><published>2010-09-24T16:35:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:57:51.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho de Campo com a Tradição Oral...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520570385152313714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/TJ0BhByLiXI/AAAAAAAABGI/ML9llesY-Q8/s400/DSC02722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Brincadeira de Boi-de-Campo contada pelo meu Avô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Renan Silva dos Santos (16 anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;3° ano(02) do Curso Técnico de Turismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Escola Maria Rita Flor (2010)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 10pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meu avô nasceu em 1940, e conta que a brincadeira de boi de campo na comunidade de Bombinhas era totalmente diferente do que é hoje em dia, transformada em Farra do Boi e até proibida por lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 10pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;O boi era criado na serra catarinense e vinha tocado a cavalo por vários dias pelo Seu Valter tropeiro, homem que residia em Bombinhas, e ia buscar os bois no alto da serra ( geralmente em São Joaquim e Lajes). A brincadeira do boi começava geralmente no mês de janeiro; mais a época que todo mundo saia de casa para brincar, era apenas na&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;semana santa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 10pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Ele conta que era uma forte tradição e consideravam uma brincadeira que despertava muito medo em homens e mulheres “somente os mais corajosos se arriscavam a brincar com o boi”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 10pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que muita gente já ouviu falar e não faz idéia de como se brincava, era a brincadeira de boi na vara; meu avô Aristides conta que os homens iam na mata, pegavam uma vara grande de árvore chamada “laminzeiro”, árvore resistente&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que envergava e não quebrava. Com um laço de couro de 12 braças (aproximadamente 25 metros) eles amarravam uma ponta na cabeça do boi e a outra no alto da vara cravada no chão... E ali eles brincavam como o Boi preso na vara - &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;nem que era só pra olhar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -0.05pt 10pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Outra brincadeira também não muito conhecida pelos mais jovens é a brincadeira do boi no laço, acontecia geralmente quando o boi se soltava da vara, quando isso acontecia, tinha um cavaleiro que laçava o boi e o povo brincava enquanto o cavaleiro prendia o boi para ele não se soltar &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;- era responsabilidade do cavaleiro, pois se o boi se&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;soltasse era muito perigoso e difícil de pega-lo de novo&lt;/i&gt;” era dele o dever de cuidar para que isso não acontecesse! Assim, todos ficavam esperando pelo próximo ano e a brincadeira recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt -49.65pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Aristides Casimiro da Silva, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Mestre da sabedoria popular&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Projeto Ação Nacional Griô&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Escola Maria Rita Flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Instituto Boimamão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -49.7pt 0pt -49.65pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -42.6pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -42.6pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Colaboração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt; Tainá da Silva (17 anos) Filmagem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -42.6pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;3° ano (02) do Curso Técnico de Turismo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm -42.6pt 0pt 0cm" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" &gt;Escola Maria Rita Flor (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-739425721516932878?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/739425721516932878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=739425721516932878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/739425721516932878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/739425721516932878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#739425721516932878' title='Trabalho de Campo com a Tradição Oral...'/><author><name>Engenho do Sertão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059991705648054432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/TJ0BhByLiXI/AAAAAAAABGI/ML9llesY-Q8/s72-c/DSC02722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-1907009973963189637</id><published>2010-08-23T16:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:50:43.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Folklore-  a Arte do Povo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/THLQTJIMaqI/AAAAAAAAA44/YhR0xBJK0hQ/s1600/DSCF1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508694321513917090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/THLQTJIMaqI/AAAAAAAAA44/YhR0xBJK0hQ/s400/DSCF1407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/THLQSMwlVbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v54k7t8qpEE/s1600/DSCF1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508694305308759474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/THLQSMwlVbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v54k7t8qpEE/s400/DSCF1403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Assim como a língua que falamos e a história de cada povo, o folclore é um conjunto de manifestações da cultura popular tradicional; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que chamamos de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Folclore&lt;/span&gt; é o que retrata a alma de um povo - exprime os sentimentos e valores das expressões da cultura de cada nação;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Portanto, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;folclore são costumes e tradições de um povo&lt;/span&gt;, de uma nação, de uma comunidade ; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que passa de geração para geração oralmente &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no lugar que cada um vive e passamos adiante para nossos filhos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O folclore não pertence a algum lugar do passado, ele é tão atual e presente na história da humanidade. Não tem a preocupação de fazer história ou ciência; ele sustenta-se da imaginação e potencial criativo de um povo, é vivo, como o pulsar da vida. Sua única referência é a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;memória,&lt;/span&gt; a história Viva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É por isto não existe em registros, uma definição universalmente &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aceita para o termo folclore &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;porque surgem de maneira espontânea e a revelia da cultura oficial. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Quando se fala da cultura tradicional ou oficial, falamos daquela imposta como erudita - ou seja, daquelas decoradas e copiadas nas instituições de ensino do tipo acadêmico”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este folclore não se aprende na escola e sim se &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;preserva&lt;/span&gt;; por guardar a essência de cada um. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entendemos como folclore o saber popular que emana do povo! Isto as classes mais ricas da antiguidade não aceitavam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Até que enfim, o filósofo alemão John Gottfried Von Herder, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;observou que a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;literatura popular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;é um arquivo imaterial onde os povos conservam sua memória coletiva. Foi então , em 1846 &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que o inglês William John Thomas , propôs substituir os termos pejorativos que usavam para designar as “artes populares” pelo vocabulário anglo-saxão de: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Folklore” quer dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Folk-de povo e&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lore-de saber&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;William solicitou apoio à uma revista de Londres, no sentido de se fazerem pesquisas e se conhecerem os usos e costumes das diversas regiões da Inglaterra. Essa carta foi publicada no dia 22 de agosto de 1846, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;daí a escolha desta data para a comemoração do dia do folclore!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva o folclore - a Arte do povo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosane Luchtenberg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instituto Bomamão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ação Griô Nacional&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agosto 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-1907009973963189637?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/1907009973963189637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=1907009973963189637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1907009973963189637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1907009973963189637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1907009973963189637' title='Folklore-  a Arte do Povo!'/><author><name>Engenho do Sertão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01059991705648054432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3gJxQn0ZzY/THLQTJIMaqI/AAAAAAAAA44/YhR0xBJK0hQ/s72-c/DSCF1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4593676611082629168</id><published>2010-07-16T19:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:41:50.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrando uma etapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfxfYivOI/AAAAAAAACgI/gFtf1qoB1AE/s1600/exp.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/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfxfYivOI/AAAAAAAACgI/gFtf1qoB1AE/s400/exp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494637586723028194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfWQaCrVI/AAAAAAAACgA/YxneEgwruNE/s1600/a%C3%A7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfWQaCrVI/AAAAAAAACgA/YxneEgwruNE/s400/a%C3%A7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494637118846315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfMr33p1I/AAAAAAAACf4/rzW_l_6J-gM/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.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/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfMr33p1I/AAAAAAAACf4/rzW_l_6J-gM/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494636954420488018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição de encerramento do 1º semestre&lt;br /&gt;E.E.E.B Maria Rita Flor&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/1567168822260001514-4593676611082629168?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4593676611082629168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4593676611082629168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4593676611082629168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4593676611082629168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4593676611082629168' title='Encerrando uma etapa'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TEDfxfYivOI/AAAAAAAACgI/gFtf1qoB1AE/s72-c/exp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-1855176061810213442</id><published>2010-06-23T20:54:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:33:01.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKk24mzugI/AAAAAAAACdI/LoPmch437C0/s1600/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486128558905735682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKk24mzugI/AAAAAAAACdI/LoPmch437C0/s400/DSC01243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKjuMIJovI/AAAAAAAACdA/OWfrpEu43Ww/s1600/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hora da história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKi23qgefI/AAAAAAAACc4/BxigPHdsaww/s1600/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486126359629560306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKi23qgefI/AAAAAAAACc4/BxigPHdsaww/s400/DSC01237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A canjica quentinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKiEE81KjI/AAAAAAAACcw/lsC8eHontP4/s1600/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486125487022746162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKiEE81KjI/AAAAAAAACcw/lsC8eHontP4/s400/DSC01239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKhJ7rKcKI/AAAAAAAACco/FWhZ-YIVACQ/s1600/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486124488100311202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKhJ7rKcKI/AAAAAAAACco/FWhZ-YIVACQ/s400/DSC01246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... os bonecos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o inverno chegou... com ele o frio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;roupa de lã e comida quentinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A história da "Formiga Boa" de Monteiro Lobato abriu a brincadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa "formiga boa" foi a Mestra Salete que nos trouxe canjica quentinha para comermos antes de trabalhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confeccionamos um casal de bonecos... com direito a roupa de inverno e tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o inverno trás, também... a tainha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tema do nosso próximo encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-1855176061810213442?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/1855176061810213442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=1855176061810213442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1855176061810213442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1855176061810213442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#1855176061810213442' title='Inverno'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TCKk24mzugI/AAAAAAAACdI/LoPmch437C0/s72-c/DSC01243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-2865218150913963223</id><published>2010-06-19T08:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:38:31.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Festas de Junho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBy3QjZqDII/AAAAAAAACbY/VWWW9Rt7--M/s1600/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484459941239065730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBy3QjZqDII/AAAAAAAACbY/VWWW9Rt7--M/s400/DSC01158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBywHTrW9kI/AAAAAAAACbQ/aw9KuX_aTjw/s1600/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484452085818127938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBywHTrW9kI/AAAAAAAACbQ/aw9KuX_aTjw/s400/DSC01160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TByucNix08I/AAAAAAAACbI/98yat3If3fU/s1600/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484450245925524418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TByucNix08I/AAAAAAAACbI/98yat3If3fU/s400/DSC01169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBytMvtXalI/AAAAAAAACbA/MZe95Tp0TrU/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484448880707201618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBytMvtXalI/AAAAAAAACbA/MZe95Tp0TrU/s400/DSC01172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;... e cada lugar tinha a festa do seu santo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombas, era Santo Antônio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Araçá - que era tudo a mesma coisa - era São Pedro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinha festa, tinha procissão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a de São Pedro, por mar - que é santo pescador.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a gente ia em todas... a pé... não tinha preguiça de andar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinha batata -doce assada, pinhão não tinha não... as coisas não vinham de tão longe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tinha baile, quadrilha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E fogueira, aqui se fazia assim, quadradinha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"D'outro" tipo? Não vi não."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com essa prosa entre a Mestra Salete e os alunos iniciamos nossas atividades envolvendo o tema do mês de junho: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dona Salete como eram as festas do seu tempo de criança? Eram iguais as de hoje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E construímos nossas fogueiras ...  contamos e desenhamos nossas festas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-2865218150913963223?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/2865218150913963223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=2865218150913963223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/2865218150913963223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/2865218150913963223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2865218150913963223' title='As Festas de Junho...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/TBy3QjZqDII/AAAAAAAACbY/VWWW9Rt7--M/s72-c/DSC01158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6340323956402975013</id><published>2010-05-13T12:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:42:00.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Museu... a casa da nossa memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;E continuando o assunto deste mês... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Museu... a casa da nossa memória... fomos visitar um museu muito especial:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUSEU COMUNITÁRIO ENGENHO DO SERTÃO - sede do Instituto Boimamão, nosso parceiro na Ação Griô.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wcxxyz1VI/AAAAAAAACTQ/C6GUk1KnNVc/s1600/visita4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470779288853927250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wcxxyz1VI/AAAAAAAACTQ/C6GUk1KnNVc/s400/visita4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teve contação de histórias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wccexKfXI/AAAAAAAACTI/oLAGW8UDKlE/s1600/visita3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470778922969496946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wccexKfXI/AAAAAAAACTI/oLAGW8UDKlE/s400/visita3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brincadeira com o Boi de Mamão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wbVCuSiVI/AAAAAAAACTA/z5DrfYtiUic/s1600/visita+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470777695670536530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wbVCuSiVI/AAAAAAAACTA/z5DrfYtiUic/s400/visita+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversa sobre a história deste museu e os engenhos de farinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wYetw-DhI/AAAAAAAACS4/sfL20Rl0nYA/s1600/visita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470774563308441106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wYetw-DhI/AAAAAAAACS4/sfL20Rl0nYA/s400/visita1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E lanche ao Sol... antes de voltar para a escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-6340323956402975013?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/6340323956402975013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=6340323956402975013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6340323956402975013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6340323956402975013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6340323956402975013' title='Museu... a casa da nossa memória...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S-wcxxyz1VI/AAAAAAAACTQ/C6GUk1KnNVc/s72-c/visita4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4344686988280864201</id><published>2010-05-04T08:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:15:58.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maio... nossas memórias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"... - Vovó, quem é essa moça chamada Memória?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- Ah, é a guardiã das nossas lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- E onde é a sua casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- Nos Museus, minha neta..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, com essa conversinha de neta e avó, iniciamos o mês de Maio, dedicado aos Museus.&lt;br /&gt;Contação de histórias, visitas aos nossos mestres para ouvir suas memórias, aos nossos museus.&lt;br /&gt;E muita coisa mais...&lt;br /&gt;Logo, aparecem os registros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-4344686988280864201?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4344686988280864201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4344686988280864201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4344686988280864201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4344686988280864201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4344686988280864201' title='Maio... nossas memórias.'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-5876124150214179754</id><published>2010-04-20T12:42:00.022-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:26:44.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Museu Nacional do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84aELR5mXI/AAAAAAAACPw/ilAEYoY3gFI/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462332057096657266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84aELR5mXI/AAAAAAAACPw/ilAEYoY3gFI/s400/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84Xoyj9fwI/AAAAAAAACPg/vygFO_TQIxg/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462329387581800194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84Xoyj9fwI/AAAAAAAACPg/vygFO_TQIxg/s400/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E chegamos ao Museu Nacional do Mar - São Francisco do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84WszjAu7I/AAAAAAAACPY/0T6F9uGaIOo/s1600/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328357054102450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84WszjAu7I/AAAAAAAACPY/0T6F9uGaIOo/s400/DSC00123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fomos recebidos, carinhosamente, pela Diretora do Museu... a Profª Ana Lucia Coutinho, que nos guiou por boa parte da visita, mostrando e explicando cada detalhe do acervo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84Vy6rMCUI/AAAAAAAACPQ/khXK3AdrtHk/s1600/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462327362535033154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84Vy6rMCUI/AAAAAAAACPQ/khXK3AdrtHk/s400/DSC00159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84PMqnNlZI/AAAAAAAACPI/xMyST3eTKx0/s1600/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462320108318594450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84PMqnNlZI/AAAAAAAACPI/xMyST3eTKx0/s400/DSC00169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A oficina... de onde saem pássaros... miniaturas de barcos, casas, pessoas e muito mais... tudo cientificamente proporcional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84MlqQtJsI/AAAAAAAACPA/4vZG3q_T440/s1600/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462317239186040514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84MlqQtJsI/AAAAAAAACPA/4vZG3q_T440/s400/DSC00174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84DRZssELI/AAAAAAAACO4/MTYh9ZyI0to/s1600/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462306995537973426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84DRZssELI/AAAAAAAACO4/MTYh9ZyI0to/s400/DSC00180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84CbebMA0I/AAAAAAAACOw/j94oXQeaFj0/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462306069093811010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84CbebMA0I/AAAAAAAACOw/j94oXQeaFj0/s400/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A própria construção do museu já é um espetáculo à parte, com suas janelas e entradas de luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84BuJnpbuI/AAAAAAAACOo/h9FjSz_gVKg/s1600/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305290414812898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84BuJnpbuI/AAAAAAAACOo/h9FjSz_gVKg/s400/DSC00189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83_FuGyr7I/AAAAAAAACOg/tT_t2pLRgU8/s1600/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462302396811227058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83_FuGyr7I/AAAAAAAACOg/tT_t2pLRgU8/s400/DSC00192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As rendeiras e suas devoções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83-d1tuBTI/AAAAAAAACOY/y2snNW47DVM/s1600/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462301711658779954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83-d1tuBTI/AAAAAAAACOY/y2snNW47DVM/s400/DSC00194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os barcos e suas cores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S839Gevjw8I/AAAAAAAACOQ/yAy-hyVZyj4/s1600/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462300210843861954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S839Gevjw8I/AAAAAAAACOQ/yAy-hyVZyj4/s400/DSC00201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A construção de uma embarcação baleeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S837QNY0MUI/AAAAAAAACOA/cSeYnd9PR_Q/s1600/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462298178960503106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S837QNY0MUI/AAAAAAAACOA/cSeYnd9PR_Q/s400/DSC00206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ação dos homens na pesca da baleia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S836Mzc6C5I/AAAAAAAACN4/fPYlvrXM6ds/s1600/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462297020947106706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S836Mzc6C5I/AAAAAAAACN4/fPYlvrXM6ds/s400/DSC00213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os segredos das jangadas do Ceará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S834gy9cBsI/AAAAAAAACNw/u86s52m7wqE/s1600/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462295165389244098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S834gy9cBsI/AAAAAAAACNw/u86s52m7wqE/s400/DSC00227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As lendas da Amazônia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83QCGbuMEI/AAAAAAAACNo/JrDFWxE4HB4/s1600/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462250657575481410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S83QCGbuMEI/AAAAAAAACNo/JrDFWxE4HB4/s400/DSC00231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um passeio que não será esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Griô Patrícia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professoras Maria José e Patrícia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diretora Professora Dóris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alunos da EEEB Maria Rita Flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-5876124150214179754?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/5876124150214179754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=5876124150214179754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/5876124150214179754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/5876124150214179754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5876124150214179754' title='Museu Nacional do Mar'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S84aELR5mXI/AAAAAAAACPw/ilAEYoY3gFI/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8926997190061776844</id><published>2010-04-06T12:26:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:22:19.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contando nossas histórias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uXPt35deI/AAAAAAAACKg/XcM-qLQ1dQU/s1600/7570605059_mTMrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457121669757367778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uXPt35deI/AAAAAAAACKg/XcM-qLQ1dQU/s400/7570605059_mTMrp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uPX3_fDSI/AAAAAAAACKY/mTpRfsXVBNM/s1600/MAE+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457113013819477282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uPX3_fDSI/AAAAAAAACKY/mTpRfsXVBNM/s400/MAE+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uOt0F4KDI/AAAAAAAACKQ/huoIFBrvpkU/s1600/MAE+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457112291218040882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uOt0F4KDI/AAAAAAAACKQ/huoIFBrvpkU/s400/MAE+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uOFWxttnI/AAAAAAAACKI/xfBtOIlZ4zw/s1600/MAE+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457111596154074738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uOFWxttnI/AAAAAAAACKI/xfBtOIlZ4zw/s400/MAE+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passada a quaresma, período rico em manifestações sagradas e profanas, inciamos o mês de abril abordando o tema: "Boi de Campo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Através da contação de histórias surgem o Zé da Canoa e o Zé da Tropa, dois homens geograficamente afastados mas ligados pelo "caminho das tropas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zé da Tropa desce dos campos de cima da serra para negociar seu gado no litoral. Zé da Canoa espera, ansioso, pela chegada da tropa, pois gado... era coisa rara por estes lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E assim segue esta história que procura explicar as origens dessa brincadeira do "boi de campo" e sua localização no tempo e espaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discutimos, também, as alterações sofridas nas comunidades, sua crescente urbanização, a impossibilidade de continuidade desta tradição e sua atual ilegalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora é a vez da pesquisa... alunos vão a campo: ouvir, coletar dados, fotos... logo logo tudo estará aqui e no próximo jornal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-8926997190061776844?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8926997190061776844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=8926997190061776844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8926997190061776844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8926997190061776844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8926997190061776844' title='Contando nossas histórias...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7uXPt35deI/AAAAAAAACKg/XcM-qLQ1dQU/s72-c/7570605059_mTMrp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3069181489371382215</id><published>2010-04-06T12:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:54:59.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teia 2010  - Fortaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7yqZOwidcI/AAAAAAAACKo/Ex39SYqOi2Y/s1600/7570869438_dVzf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457424198901331394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7yqZOwidcI/AAAAAAAACKo/Ex39SYqOi2Y/s400/7570869438_dVzf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bombinhas na Teia Nacional 2010 - Tambores Digitais - em Fortaleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As griôs Rosane e Patrícia e a mestra Salete estiveram em Fortaleza, de 25 a 30 de março, participando do encontro nacional dos Pontos de Cultura (ações do Cultura Viva - Ministério da Cultura). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um rico momento de troca de saberes, estavam ali reunidos mestres e griôs de todo o Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-3069181489371382215?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3069181489371382215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3069181489371382215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3069181489371382215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3069181489371382215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3069181489371382215' title='Teia 2010  - Fortaleza'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S7yqZOwidcI/AAAAAAAACKo/Ex39SYqOi2Y/s72-c/7570869438_dVzf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6920919977922075078</id><published>2010-03-23T20:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:27:51.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lN4oBKVDI/AAAAAAAACJg/RlWV7uSC8fM/s1600-h/P3220032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451974459118998578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lN4oBKVDI/AAAAAAAACJg/RlWV7uSC8fM/s400/P3220032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lNl_nOTAI/AAAAAAAACJY/PqdXICouzlE/s1600-h/P3220039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451974139035143170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lNl_nOTAI/AAAAAAAACJY/PqdXICouzlE/s400/P3220039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lNRculCII/AAAAAAAACJQ/juQl7b0EH4Q/s1600-h/P3220048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451973786073368706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lNRculCII/AAAAAAAACJQ/juQl7b0EH4Q/s400/P3220048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se a canoa virou..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obras dos alunos da 2ª e 3ª séries&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/1567168822260001514-6920919977922075078?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/6920919977922075078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=6920919977922075078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6920919977922075078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6920919977922075078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6920919977922075078' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S6lN4oBKVDI/AAAAAAAACJg/RlWV7uSC8fM/s72-c/P3220032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3097884324419548555</id><published>2010-03-15T17:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:29:46.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10º Campeonato de Embarcações a Remo - Bombinhas/SC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56gGNbYhsI/AAAAAAAACGo/BSFTv8zGoso/s1600-h/P3140038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448968627709052610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56gGNbYhsI/AAAAAAAACGo/BSFTv8zGoso/s400/P3140038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56fzaS5kYI/AAAAAAAACGg/T-U8q6lO1KE/s1600-h/P3140037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448968304745615746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56fzaS5kYI/AAAAAAAACGg/T-U8q6lO1KE/s400/P3140037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56fgffKu4I/AAAAAAAACGY/8Y9uIN2a_90/s1600-h/P3140025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448967979721735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56fgffKu4I/AAAAAAAACGY/8Y9uIN2a_90/s400/P3140025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mesmo com chuva, lá estavam elas ... majestosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10º Campeonato de Embarcações a Remo de Bombinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1567168822260001514-3097884324419548555?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3097884324419548555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3097884324419548555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3097884324419548555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3097884324419548555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3097884324419548555' title='10º Campeonato de Embarcações a Remo - Bombinhas/SC'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S56gGNbYhsI/AAAAAAAACGo/BSFTv8zGoso/s72-c/P3140038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-1841750985332261727</id><published>2010-03-09T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:04:25.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bT2kqg89I/AAAAAAAACF4/JXlv0a5npmE/s1600-h/ohgrio+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446773733859587026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bT2kqg89I/AAAAAAAACF4/JXlv0a5npmE/s400/ohgrio+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semana que vem tem novidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-1841750985332261727?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/1841750985332261727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=1841750985332261727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1841750985332261727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1841750985332261727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1841750985332261727' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bT2kqg89I/AAAAAAAACF4/JXlv0a5npmE/s72-c/ohgrio+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-105977033736562980</id><published>2010-03-09T19:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:02:34.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando à escola...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bTLA3k7_I/AAAAAAAACFw/hjCR5R5RbRM/s1600-h/ohgrio+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bRu8rBQSI/AAAAAAAACFo/sBJibmbuIgA/s1600-h/P3080206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446771403841945890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bRu8rBQSI/AAAAAAAACFo/sBJibmbuIgA/s400/P3080206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bQZ48kQdI/AAAAAAAACFg/ZmCaOOENMp8/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446769942552920530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bQZ48kQdI/AAAAAAAACFg/ZmCaOOENMp8/s400/DSC02453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Ação Griô retoma suas atividades na EEEB Maria Rita Flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como tema gerador deste mês de março temos a Corrida de Embarcações, que nos remete à história desta comunidade tão ligada ao mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Canoas de um pau só... canoas centenárias, hoje um patrimônio cultural do município, que somente saem de seus ranchos, onde são guardadas como tesouros, em duas ocasiões: a pesca da Tainha e a Corrida de Embarcações que acontece durante os festejos de aniversário do município de Bombinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E para tanto... lá estava a canoa... uma pequena, é certo, mas uma representante destas peças tão importantes para nossa história... lá, no pátio da escola, para a alegria da criançada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tivemos contação de histórias... "O homem e o Mar", com a Griô Patrícia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E a presença do jovem mestre de pesca, da tradicional família Olímpio, de Bombas, o "Kenko" que veio à escola contar para os jovens a relação do homem com o mar e as canoas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, é trabalho de campo... vamos conhecer estas "preciosidades" na praia... dia 14 tem "Corrida de Embarcações".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E para saber mais... estamos programando uma visita ao Museu Nacional do Mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museunacionaldomar.com.br/estrutura/canoas.htm"&gt;www.museunacionaldomar.com.br/estrutura/canoas.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1567168822260001514-105977033736562980?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/105977033736562980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=105977033736562980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/105977033736562980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/105977033736562980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#105977033736562980' title='Voltando à escola...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/S5bRu8rBQSI/AAAAAAAACFo/sBJibmbuIgA/s72-c/P3080206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3929477194488356242</id><published>2009-12-14T22:47:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:18:26.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No dia 1º de dezembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aconteceu no Maria Rita Flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um encontro especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E muito animador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os mestres se encontraram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o que foi feito relataram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do Projeto Ação Griô."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Neste dia estavam presentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naquele espaço escolar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pais e professores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os alunos a escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das Griôs que trabalharam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Sabedoria Popular."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybggHrdLmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/57Z7OMNi-hM/s1600-h/PC010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415262444381351522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybggHrdLmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/57Z7OMNi-hM/s320/PC010020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Fernanda Nadir da Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Griô Aprendiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passou o que aprendeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá no Maria Rita Flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rimando a própria história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os relatos da memória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardados com muito amor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybgA9HLBUI/AAAAAAAAB2E/RAAdhibS9Is/s1600-h/PC010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415261908968867138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybgA9HLBUI/AAAAAAAAB2E/RAAdhibS9Is/s320/PC010017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As "Histórias de Vida" transformadas em livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A Mestra Bonequeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrícia Estivallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Construiu o Livro da Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com a turma que lhe compete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relatando do nascimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até este momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos alunos serelepes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sybfc3X9WzI/AAAAAAAAB18/fVnn2GQBIcY/s1600-h/PC010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415261288953371442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sybfc3X9WzI/AAAAAAAAB18/fVnn2GQBIcY/s320/PC010028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A apresentação do "Alecrim Dourado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Instituto Boimamão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da nossa Griô Rô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No município de Bombinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o grande mediador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esteve presente todo o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo com chuva ou vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Projeto da Ação Griô"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybezNnSyuI/AAAAAAAAB10/U0koBrH6EH8/s1600-h/PC010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415260573368765154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybezNnSyuI/AAAAAAAAB10/U0koBrH6EH8/s320/PC010032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Griô Rosane, a Mestra Salete e a Professora Maria José.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Mestra Griô Salete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez com muita dedicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suas receitas típicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passadas de geração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foram levadas para a escola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos fizeram cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivendo esta tradição."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sybde_0XjPI/AAAAAAAAB1s/hJAxijxGssc/s1600-h/PC010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415259126556495090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sybde_0XjPI/AAAAAAAAB1s/hJAxijxGssc/s320/PC010033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "O Jornal &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! Griô &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assinala o que fizemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em março será publicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim nós queremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valorizar a tradição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De geração em geração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com isso nos comprometemos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Versos: Fernanda e Rô)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-3929477194488356242?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3929477194488356242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3929477194488356242' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3929477194488356242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3929477194488356242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3929477194488356242' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SybggHrdLmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/57Z7OMNi-hM/s72-c/PC010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4943511345094890039</id><published>2009-11-25T14:06:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:22:05.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sw1ZdSvZWOI/AAAAAAAAB00/aTN_88B3CeA/s1600/PB230041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408077087323543778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sw1ZdSvZWOI/AAAAAAAAB00/aTN_88B3CeA/s320/PB230041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sw1ZGUcfimI/AAAAAAAAB0s/OhNhhR6xuV8/s1600/PB230036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408076692644137570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sw1ZGUcfimI/AAAAAAAAB0s/OhNhhR6xuV8/s320/PB230036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contando histórias, vamos seguindo... desta vez era LOLITA... uma minhoca que queria ser diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com ela lembramos como é bom sermos como somos e respeitar as diferenças... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E seguimos contando nossa história... o livro já está pronto, logo logo estará aqui!&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/1567168822260001514-4943511345094890039?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4943511345094890039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4943511345094890039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4943511345094890039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4943511345094890039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4943511345094890039' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sw1ZdSvZWOI/AAAAAAAAB00/aTN_88B3CeA/s72-c/PB230041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-1595384453940898394</id><published>2009-11-23T09:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:04:53.059-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhá Bia... mestra da tradição!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maria Rita Flor, Dona Bia Flor ou Inhá Bia, nasceu no dia 31 de outubro de 1901, no pequeno vilarejo do atual município de Bombinhas. Filha de Rita Maria Flor e João Manoel Flor, casou-se aos 18 anos com João Laurentino Pinheiro, e tiveram seis filhos: Araci, Atanázio, Leonor, Abelardo, Dulce e Maria Conceição. Sua fé era manifestada através do trabalho na comunidade e como “capela” da antiga Capelinha da Imaculada Conceição. Muito sábia, rezava em latim e sanou aflições de muitos com seus benzimentos. Na Revolta de 30, saía de casa com os filhos, para se abrigar nas grutas dos morros, se protegendo dos ataques. Mulher forte, assistia a partida de seu esposo à Porto Belo para participar da guarda de praia e ajudar no combate na II Guerra Mundial. Seu João faleceu em 1969. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trabalhava duro na roça, a noite fiava o algodão para tecer as roupas da familia e participou de grandes “lanços” de tainha, sardinha e anchova, pegando os peixes de balaio, período de grande fartura. Superou a epidemia da febre espanhola, com seus “benzimentos” e chás caseiros, salvando muitas vidas neste período. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Da sabedoria de Inhá Bia , herdaram suas netas, as filhas de Atanázio, que carregam na tradição a cantoria de Reis, tão apreciada por Dona Bia Flor, que na época do Natal preparava a casa, fazendo licor e consertada para receber o Terno-de-Reis, acompanhando-os nas visitas de outras moradas e atravessavam noites com a cantoria. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Apreciadora da literatura; cantava, versava e contava histórias para quem estava a ouvir. Por este motivo, foi morar em um Engenho de farinha da família, e cedeu sua casa para funcionar uma escola..Dona Bia Flor, foi mãe de uma grande família bombinense: dos seus 6 filhos, vieram 48 netos, 105 bisnetos e 40 tataranetos, chegou a conhecer 47 netos, 94 bisnetos e 27 tataranetos. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Uma fratura em uma das pernas, resultado de uma queda, lhe tirou os movimentos e impossibilitou Inhá Bia de caminhar por alguns anos. Faleceu no dia 27 de junho de 2002 perto de completar 101 anos de idade. Em (?) foi concedido seu nome para a Escola Estadual de Bombas em homenagem a Mestra da sabedoria popular passando a se chamar EEB Maria Rita Flor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #38761d;"&gt;Fernanda Nadir da Silva ( Griô Aprendiz) filha de José Amândio da Silva Neto, bisneta de Bia Flor; Ana Caroline Souto Conceição (15 anos) aluna do Emiep- Projeto Ação Nacional Griô; Beatriz Pereira (15 anos) aluna do Emiep- Projeto Ação Nacional Griô; Proponente: Instituto Boimamão e EEBMaria Rita Flor/Bombinhas-SC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-1595384453940898394?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/1595384453940898394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=1595384453940898394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1595384453940898394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1595384453940898394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1595384453940898394' title='Inhá Bia... mestra da tradição!'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3837037214333244220</id><published>2009-11-23T08:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:56:03.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Lauro... Capitão de Canto Grande!</title><content type='html'>Lauro José da Silva de 83 anos, nascido no dia 12 de abril de 1926 descendente de Português cujo pai se chamava Silvério Manoel da Silva Alcantara e sua mãe Ana Tomasia de Jesus, é casado a 63 anos com Odete Adelaide da Silva de 82 anos, nascida no dia 23 de setembro de 1927 e juntos tiveram 9 filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Nascido e criado em Canto Grande, seu Lauro estudou somente o 1° e o 2° ano do primário e teve que sair da escola porque sua mãe ficou viúva , então ele teve que trabalhar para ajudar no sustento da casa.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequeno trabalhava como pescador, ia para a Ilha do Macuco pescar e lá mesmo escalava o peixe e deixava secar ao sol, após isso voltava a Canto Grande para vender o peixe e, assim colaborava com o sustento de sua mãe e irmãos: “...fui pescador desde Rio Grande em 1947, até Macaí no Cabo São Tomé. (...)naquele tempo não existia barco que nem os de hoje.”&lt;br /&gt;Ele contou, que já naufragou próxima a Ilha do Arvoredo e ficou só com a roupa do corpo. Já teve em Canto Grande um Engenho de farinha de Mandioca, fazia tipiti e balaios de cipó ...&lt;br /&gt;Seu Lauro recebeu o apelido de capitão de Canto Grande pelo fato que quando ele tinha 19 anos, por ordem do ministro da guerra, onde foi dada a ordem á todos os municípios onde não havia quartel, todo mundo tinha que servir na praia de porrete ou pedaço de madeira na mão e por ele ser o menor a fazer a ronda na praia foi lhe dado este apelido. &lt;br /&gt;Ele nos contou também uma história muito engraçada: quando ele ia buscar remédios na “Botica” do Seu Gualberto ( a farmácia de antigamente em Porto Belo) ele tinha que ir a pé: ...pois cavalo e negro não se criava por aqui.(...)onde tinha uma embarcação com uma pessoa negra a tintureira( um peixe grande) tirava o homem negro pela sombra”.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiu contando que, alguns anos atrás, uma parteira trouxe para Canto Grande um negrinho de Tijucas, e o negrinho era muito querido; seu nome era Celi, aí um belo dia quando tinha 12 anos foi a Blumenau e nunca mais voltou!&lt;br /&gt;Assim, o Capitão de Canto Grande, apesar de ter pouco estudo, trabalhou desde cedo e possuiu grande sabedoria e anseio em aprender mais. Exemplo disso, é que quando pequeno ele pegava papéis velhos e rasgados do chão para poder ler; ele guarda uma bíblia e dois dicionários e fala com orgulho “...eu tenho até um dicionário daquele pequeno e antigo, mais tenho”!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agradecemos a esse mestre tão especial, que nos acolheu com muito carinho e compartilhou conosco a vossa sabedoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SwppwDON5dI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ms7jh3cYeZg/s1600/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SwppwDON5dI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ms7jh3cYeZg/s320/02.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SwppreGQ7jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bWOwHYKdTms/s1600/01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SwppreGQ7jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bWOwHYKdTms/s320/01.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Entrevista realizada pelas alunas: Inaíta da Costa Vieira (15 anos), Juliana Maura de Melo (15 anos), Luana Goulart (15 anos) e Gabriela Almada Pereira (15) anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Emiep 01 - E.E..B Maria Rita Flor - Bombas - Bombinhas/SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1567168822260001514-3837037214333244220?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3837037214333244220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3837037214333244220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3837037214333244220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3837037214333244220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3837037214333244220' title='Seu Lauro... Capitão de Canto Grande!'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SwppwDON5dI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ms7jh3cYeZg/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3977593368440607554</id><published>2009-11-14T13:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:59:32.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa caminhada ... nossa história sendo registrada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sv7N58VFN0I/AAAAAAAABzI/G_2KmJucf7E/s1600-h/PB090042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982998221961026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sv7N58VFN0I/AAAAAAAABzI/G_2KmJucf7E/s400/PB090042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E continuando nossa caminhada, com nosso livro quase pronto, precisávamos de uma capa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre cirandas e brincadeiras, descobrimos a Xilogravura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o &lt;a name="#O que é"&gt;que é&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Etimologicamente, a palavra xilogravura é composta por xilon, do grego, e por grafó, também do grego. Xilon significa madeira e grafó é gravar ou escrever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim, xilogravura é uma gravura feita com uma matriz de madeira. Simplificando, pode-se dizer que é um processo de impressão com o uso de um carimbo de madeira. É uma técnica simples de gravação utilizada no cordel* nordestino - folhetos com romances e fatos históricos  que circulam pelas feiras no nordeste do país, cuja capa, geralmente é feita em xilogravura pelo próprio cordelista (escritor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se estamos escrevendo um livro e precisamos de uma capa... grande achado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precisávamos simplificar mais ainda e usamos uma bandeijinha de isopor... Fazer foi uma farra e não é que o resultado ficou muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não conseguimos postar a cópia aqui... problemas técnicos. Logo estará aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-3977593368440607554?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3977593368440607554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3977593368440607554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3977593368440607554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3977593368440607554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3977593368440607554' title='Nossa caminhada ... nossa história sendo registrada!'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sv7N58VFN0I/AAAAAAAABzI/G_2KmJucf7E/s72-c/PB090042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6861397937203258363</id><published>2009-11-13T11:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:02:52.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Sv1P4rz6-HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pdu2N1ySI44/s1600-h/Desenho+Mateus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Sv1P4rz6-HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pdu2N1ySI44/s400/Desenho+Mateus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Desenho Aluno Mateus - Emiep do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/1567168822260001514-4437088226050728144?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4437088226050728144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4437088226050728144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4437088226050728144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4437088226050728144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4437088226050728144' title=''/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Sv1P4rz6-HI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pdu2N1ySI44/s72-c/Desenho+Mateus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4079804907803777642</id><published>2009-11-13T10:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:17:33.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rima é Cultura</title><content type='html'>Uma linda Cidade &lt;br /&gt;onde reina a simplicidade &lt;br /&gt;Inspiração de muitos sonhos &lt;br /&gt;Que traz muita saudade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embaixo de um pé de arvore &lt;br /&gt;Um pé de carambola &lt;br /&gt;Ouço o canto dos pássaros &lt;br /&gt;Tocando Minha viola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A padiola esta passando &lt;br /&gt;Com a tristeza de muitos &lt;br /&gt;Familiares chorando, &lt;br /&gt;Felicidade? Talvez só dos defuntos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe escuto &lt;br /&gt;O Cantar do carro-de-boi &lt;br /&gt;Trazia felicidade e sustento &lt;br /&gt;Alegria que já se foi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita dedicação e gratidão &lt;br /&gt;Que cultivo minha loucura &lt;br /&gt;Ela é meu ganha pão &lt;br /&gt;E nos sustenta com arroz e feijão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade sem muita tecnologia &lt;br /&gt;Com fé em Deus e na magia &lt;br /&gt;Muita alegria e parteira trazia &lt;br /&gt;Quando em seus braços, uma criança sorria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As benzedeiras abençoavam &lt;br /&gt;Com suas rezas fervorosas &lt;br /&gt;Protegiam e curavam &lt;br /&gt;E milagres efetuavam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada grão de areia &lt;br /&gt;Guarda uma historia &lt;br /&gt;E as gotas do mar &lt;br /&gt;Revivem a Memória! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Autora: Andressa da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Aluna do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-4079804907803777642?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4079804907803777642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4079804907803777642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4079804907803777642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;E no final colhi amizade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do benzimento &lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o meu amor &lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro sentimento &lt;br /&gt;Que curou minha dor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor: Vitor Cândido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aluno do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º02 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-835807394673405175?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/835807394673405175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pequena Vida</title><content type='html'>De uma brincadeira de roda,&lt;br /&gt;Tiravam alegria,&lt;br /&gt;De uma brincadeira que era moda,&lt;br /&gt;A gente se divertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de boi era, &lt;br /&gt;Em todo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas com tantas mudanças,&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a tecnologia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente enchia a barriga,&lt;br /&gt;Era de alimentação,&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes do almoço,&lt;br /&gt;Fazíamos uma oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhamos com uma patrola&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a hora de ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;Para tocar uma viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tem luta sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque só tem guerreiro,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o nosso maior erro,&lt;br /&gt;È só pensar em dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor: Felipe da Silveira e Jean Carlos Miguel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alunos do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - Emiep 1º02&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-850720097504166359?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/850720097504166359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=850720097504166359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/850720097504166359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/850720097504166359'/><link rel='alternate' 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pra casa &lt;br /&gt;Depois de sua jornada. &lt;br /&gt;Colhe seus alimentos pra comer e beber &lt;br /&gt;Pois é assim o seu viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor: Luiz Paulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aluno do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º01&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-8740274140735175915?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8740274140735175915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Relembrando o passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vimos que as ruas eram de areia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se comia peixe assado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E no pé não se via meia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nas pequenas casas de madeira, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Encontravam-se as escolas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;No recreio era água de cachoeira, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E na aula se mexia com a caixola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;No Carnaval não se tinha de tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Andavam em boas companhias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se brincava de entrudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sempre em busca de uma alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;As vezes se acordavam na madrugada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Era a turma do boi de mamão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Chegando na batucada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Com muita palma na mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Finalizando esta eterna memória, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vamos falar de pesca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Era um tempo de glória, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Onde se fazia muita festa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autora: Ana Carolina Souto Conceição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aluna E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - Emiep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal" style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-2907062202422759593?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/2907062202422759593/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8266104929854053637</id><published>2009-11-11T14:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:15:17.707-02:00</updated><title type='text'>História que o Vento Levou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;amos falar de um tempo que já se foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Era um tempo alegre e contente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Bombinhas só tinha carro de boi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A cultura ainda tinha muito valor pra essa gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Arroz, milho, feijão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com muitas e gostosas receitas, como o amendoim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eram plantados e colhidos com muita dedicação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, não posso me esquecer do Aipim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Outrora nas tardes felizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As crianças tinham gosto de deixar a bola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Saiam correndo com um sorriso no rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprender na pequena escola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E os dias se passavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando dispensavam a viola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Surpresas ficaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque triste era o cortejo de uma Padiola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Deus abençoava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre começavam uma festança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a parteira dava a noticia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nasceu uma criança! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital, e posto não existiam não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com benzimentos, chás e simpatias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque médico só de vez em quando tinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eram curados pais, avos e tias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do leste, do sul e do oeste vem o vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como na liberdade do barco a vela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Num constante e delicioso movimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixo minhas lembranças navegando numa caravela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Autora: Luana Goulart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aluna do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bombinhas - Bombas / SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-8266104929854053637?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que o tempo não apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A muito tempo atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não existia muita opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meninas brincavam de boneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E os meninos do peão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus pais que trabalhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na roça iam plantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O alimento de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para nossa família sustentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas iam andando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pela trilha caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Iam colher mandioca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para farinha forniar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje temos de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes não tinha não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mal tinham um chinelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Andavam de pé no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não existia discoteca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só boi de mamão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas saiam a noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra mostrar a tradição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje aprendi muita coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que não poderia imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A cultura permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda nesse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa vai por derradeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por derradeira vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha mãe ficou sem dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De tanto morder meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autora: Rafaela Lazzarin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aluna do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º02&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombinhas - Bombas/SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-4230439273427704053?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4230439273427704053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4230439273427704053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4230439273427704053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4230439273427704053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4230439273427704053' title='Estamos Aqui Lembrando'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-1773231322722181475</id><published>2009-11-11T14:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:42:17.587-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A medicina em Bombinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A medicina da cidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eram baseadas nas parteiras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que traziam novas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E também nas benzedeiras &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;Com grande sabedoria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De fazer chá de todo gosto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curando com ungüento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoas que pediam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“De dor não mais agüento!”&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;Este tempo já passou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pena que não possa voltar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas nunca esquecerei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da medicina deste lugar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Autora: Francielle Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Aluna do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Bombinhas - Bombas/SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1567168822260001514-1773231322722181475?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/1773231322722181475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=1773231322722181475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1773231322722181475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/1773231322722181475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1773231322722181475' title='A medicina em Bombinhas'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8893346608117652386</id><published>2009-11-11T14:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:36:41.562-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes em Bombinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antigamente em Bombinhas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Havia padiola e carro de boi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eram os transportes da época,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas este tempo se foi.&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;Há muito tempo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vejo uma plantação &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja de milho, melância ou cana de açúcar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra alimentar a população. &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;Tempos que não vejo parteiras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fazendo as crianças nascerem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vindo com elas nos braços &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E depois vê- las crescerem. &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;E as benzedeiras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com seus chás abençoados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curas milagrosas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para curar até os maus olhados. &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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Autora: Franciele Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Aluna do E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - 1º01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Bombinhas, Bombas/SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1567168822260001514-8893346608117652386?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8893346608117652386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-7341765814506371613</id><published>2009-11-09T16:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:50:41.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradição Oral.... Dona Araci e seu Guega!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dona Araci Maria Vieira de 83 anos ,uma senhora muito simpática que ainda preserva as tradições e habilidades herdadas por suas três irmãs: Maria Amâncio Vieira, Tomásia Amâncio Vieira e Olinda Amâncio Vieira; que a criaram como filha desde muito pequena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona Araci nasceu na metade da praia de Bombinhas na casa de sua avó,onde hoje existem apenas parte da cabana...já seu Guéga nasceu na Curva do Piolho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com elas aprendeu muitas coisas, como a arte de costurar; profissão que segue até hoje. Conta Dona Araci que costura desde mocinha as roupas das senhorinhas do Engenho ( Belica e Zinoca) e as de seu marido...Seu Guéga de 81 anos .Além disso...aprendeu também a fazer sabão de nozes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O nozes nasce de uma árvore bem alta chamada Nogueira; essa arvore da uma flor ; quando cai a flor e vem a baguinha pequena que tem duas cascas e depois vem dentro do miolo a nozes..., que é socada em um pilão, depois peneirado, ficando assim uma massa fina. Daí.... é posto em uma gamela de madeira com soda caustica, duas canecas de água ,e misturado ate ficar em ponto de pão...” assim narrou com muita sabedoria a arte do sabão! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando criança, a menina Araci e sua amiga Urda faziam batizados de bonecas, brincavam com as bonecas de pano que suas tias faziam. Faziam casinhas no “sovelão” (espécie de árvore) e comidinhas com a “Lapa”,uma espécie de molusco que é encontrado nas pedras. Amarravam as bonecas em cipós para que ficassem em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, no seu tempo de juventude, ia para os “bailes” de domingos a tarde em Zimbros e Canto Grande e cantava muito Terno de Reis nas casas. Termina esta animada e sábia conversa ao lado do Seu Guéga na sua cozinha colorida ao lado do fogão de lenha com muita saudades “dequele” tempo ainda vivo na memória!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversa registrada pelas alunas do Emiep Luana Goulart (15 anos), Leila Sena (15 anos), Gabriela Almada (15 anos) e Bianca de Moura (15 anos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordenação: Rosane Luchtenberg ( Griô da Tradição)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mediadora: Salete Pinheiro ( Griô Mestra da Tradição Oral)&lt;br /&gt;Projeto: Ação Nacional Griô/Oficina do Retrato ao Relato&lt;br /&gt;EEB Maria Rita Flor/Instituto Boimamão&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/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvhjQdEbSxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TZ2ORNFK7O0/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvhjQdEbSxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TZ2ORNFK7O0/s320/DSC00682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Svhd5-G2u4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qIgHrtHDlgw/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Svhd5-G2u4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qIgHrtHDlgw/s320/DSC00734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Svhi3a-jERI/AAAAAAAAAME/egUbdl8sH7k/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/Svhi3a-jERI/AAAAAAAAAME/egUbdl8sH7k/s320/DSC00735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1567168822260001514-7341765814506371613?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/7341765814506371613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=7341765814506371613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/7341765814506371613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/7341765814506371613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7341765814506371613' title='Tradição Oral.... Dona Araci e seu Guega!'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvhjQdEbSxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TZ2ORNFK7O0/s72-c/DSC00682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-7473467090219166436</id><published>2009-11-06T11:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:32:25.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEXENDO O BAÚ DA MEMÓRIA</title><content type='html'>A simplicidade da Sabedoria Popular, ainda encontrada nesta pequena península, apesar do presente progresso, guarda ricos tesouros da memória Viva, mesmo com o desenvolvimento e a transição de Vila de Pescadores até o novo município. Passando pelas transformações que esse processo acarreta, para sorte das futuras gerações, ela não sucumbiu e manteve suas origens latentes no coração, traduzidos em poesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa beleza e criatividade da Literatura Popular do descendente de açoriano, transmitida através de versos como forma de expressar sentimentos, contar algum causo ou falar da Saudade é ainda, felizmente, encontrada em nosso cotidiano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma colcha de retalhos seguiu seus alinhavos com estudantes do EMIEP I e II da EEB Maria Rita Flor. A oficina do “Retrato ao Relato”- registro das historias de Vida da comunidade - coordenada pela Griô Aprendiz Fernanda Nadir da Silva, dentro da disciplina de História. Assim, os fragmentos dessa Memória Viva e Ativa, estão agora publicados neste blog e reservados para a publicação do jornal impresso até final de 2009. Trabalho feito pelos próprios jovens comunicadores com a licença dos Mestres Vivos da comunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordenação da Pesquisa: Rosane Luchtenberg – Griô da Tradição&lt;br /&gt;Mediadora: Salete Pinheiro – Mestra da Tradição Oral &lt;br /&gt;Alunos: Pedro Henrique Regis da Silva (15 anos) Jonatan Veríssimo (15) Luiz Felipe Miguel(15) Emiep 02. Inaita da Costa Vieira (15) Juliana Maria de Melo(15) Luana Goulart (15) Gabriela Almada Pereira (15) Leila Sena( 15) Bianca de Moura (15)Emiep 01&lt;br /&gt;Casas Visitadas: Dona Araci e Seu Guega do bairro Zé Amândio – Dona Mariquinha e Seu Tiéli do Sertãozinho das Bombas e Seu Lauro e Dona Odete do Bairro Canto Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projeto: Relato, Sabores e Retratos....&lt;br /&gt;Ação Nacional Griô/Instituto Boimamão&lt;br /&gt;Escola parceira: EEB Maria Rita Flor/ Bombas&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/1567168822260001514-7473467090219166436?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/7473467090219166436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=7473467090219166436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/7473467090219166436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/7473467090219166436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7473467090219166436' title='REMEXENDO O BAÚ DA MEMÓRIA'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-672952707980824992</id><published>2009-11-05T11:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:46:31.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relato Dona Cininha</title><content type='html'>&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLVWNwp3bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PGMZnl1tLBY/s1600-h/dona+sininha+73+anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLVWNwp3bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PGMZnl1tLBY/s320/dona+sininha+73+anos.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLVF6uMcgI/AAAAAAAAALs/m6YDuF4UWDg/s1600-h/entrevista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLVF6uMcgI/AAAAAAAAALs/m6YDuF4UWDg/s640/entrevista.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevita com Dona Cininha( Gracelides da Silva Pereira)&amp;nbsp;registrada pela neta Beatriz Pereira (15 anos) aluna do EMIEP II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.E.B. Maria Rita Flor - Bombas - Bombinhas/SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Projeto : Ação Nacional Griô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1567168822260001514-672952707980824992?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/672952707980824992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=672952707980824992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/672952707980824992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/672952707980824992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#672952707980824992' title='Relato Dona Cininha'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLVWNwp3bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PGMZnl1tLBY/s72-c/dona+sininha+73+anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8981621636395859262</id><published>2009-11-05T11:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:27:29.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Mariquinha do Seu Tiéli</title><content type='html'>&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLNF-lO0OI/AAAAAAAAALU/a_y5vWADAPQ/s1600-h/02.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLNF-lO0OI/AAAAAAAAALU/a_y5vWADAPQ/s320/02.jpeg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maria Francisca Pereira Simão “Dona Mariquinha” 78 anos, nascida na comunidade de Camboriu, tem dois filhos e casada com seu esposo Emanoel Teotonho Simão “ Seu Tiéli” nascido em Santa Luzia, tem 81 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde sua infância já trabalhava cuidando de seus irmãos e não conhecia brinquedos pois não havia tempo para brincar.Seu dia-dia era lavar roupa na cachoeira .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Tieli, apelido carinhoso que recebeu de seus amigos, trabalhava na roça e vendia seus produtos em um pequeno comercio para a sobrevivência de sua família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Tieli retrata que: em um belo dia...estava roçando perto de sua casa e “de repente” quando ele cortou uma moita, pulou um tatu de sua toca e, ele se assustou achando que era uma cobra. Assim continua contando suas historias! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro causo, foi quando ele estava no Araçá conta ele &lt;em&gt;" estava em uma pedra pescando, quando foi derrubado por uma grande onda” fiquei um tempo debaixo da água trancado em uma pedra; mas consegui voltar para superfície. Estava muito cansado, mas a maré ajudou ele a voltar para pedra aonde estava pescando. Fiquei inchado como um sapo, disse....&lt;/em&gt; terminou a conversa dizendo que nunca quis trabalhar embarcado, pois perdeu dois irmãos no mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevistados: Dona Mariquinha e Seu Tiéli (Dona Maria Francisca e Emanoel Teotonho Simão)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevista realizada pelos alunos: Pedro Henrique R. da Silva (15 anos), Jonatan Veríssimo (15 anos), Luiz Felipe Miguel (15 anos).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMIEP 1º 02 - E.E.B. Maria Rita Flor - Bombas, Bombinhas/SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-8981621636395859262?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8981621636395859262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=8981621636395859262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8981621636395859262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8981621636395859262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8981621636395859262' title='Dona Mariquinha do Seu Tiéli'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLNF-lO0OI/AAAAAAAAALU/a_y5vWADAPQ/s72-c/02.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4138641481689760982</id><published>2009-11-05T10:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:27:14.839-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Minha Geração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Antônio Joaquim da Silva, mais conhecido como Seu Antônio ou para os mais íntimos simplesmente Tonho, tem 80 anos,nasceu no dia 12 de junho de 1929, filho de Joaquim Manoel da Silva e Maria Biartina da Silva. Tem 6 filhos, 8 irmãos, no qual 2 já faleceram, porém faz parte da família Silva aqui de Bombinhas, umas das maiores e mais conhecidas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLLsCZ-BmI/AAAAAAAAALE/8L-a2dV2YQ0/s1600-h/seu+tonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLLsCZ-BmI/AAAAAAAAALE/8L-a2dV2YQ0/s640/seu+tonho.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recordando seu passado, dizia Antônio que as escolas onde estudavam eram em pequenas casas de madeira, onde por sinal tinha bastante alunos, sua professora era de Porto Belo, Odete Prado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Naquela época tinha bastante engenhos, quem faziam as comidas , a rosca, o biju, eram as donas de casa, eu, meus irmãos e meu pai pescávamos e íamos pra roça atrás de nossos alimentos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Existiam somente caminhos, trilhas, tudo de areia e nada de estradas, era uma vida simples, rural, porém muito divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A água era de cachoeira, o fogão à lenha, a luz era improvisada, de lampião ou até mesmo em pequenas canecas com querosene onde clareavam as nossas casas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A festa típica da nossa cidade, onde reunia o povo da região era o Terno de Reis e o boi-de-mamão, perto do Natal e no inicio do ano, onde a folia rolava solta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caminhávamos sempre. Visitávamos as outras praias, entre amigos, sempre em busca de uma novidade, onde todo mundo conhecia todos e não se via brigas nem violência. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Na roça se colhia pro gasto, a banana, mandioca, aipim, batata, feijão e arroz era o nosso alimento, nossa mãe que cozinhava isso na parte da lavoura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Enquanto na pesca, existia bastante peixe, a ponto de vender a vontade e ainda sobrava pra comer. “Hoje se passa mês e a gente não se vê um lance”, diz ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aqui em bombas naquela época, na casa dos moradores, não se via casa sem o pomar de laranja, onde “chupavamos” à vontade e não pagávamos um centavo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Na infância éramos nós que criávamos as brincadeiras, fazíamos pião, brincava de boi de campo, galinha de madeira. Na noite, às vezes nós andávamos pelas trilhas no escuro, pois não se tinha luz somente dentro de algumas casas e era difícil de se ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No carnaval, não se tinha fantasias e nem blocos na rua. Por aqui no Carnaval, a gente fazia a brincadeira do ‘entrudo’, onde se jogava água um no outro, os homens nas mulheres elas neles. Era um grande divertimento, onde reunia todo mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando nascia uma criança por essa região, não se via Hospital, somente parteiras, minha avó era umas das mais conhecidas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Diz Seu Antônio: &lt;em&gt;“Sinto bastante saudade daquela época, mas hoje ta bom, só o que me falta é ter meus 30 anos!”&lt;/em&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevista: Seu Tonho (Antônio Joaquim da Silva) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrevistado pela neta Ana Carolina Souto Conceição- 15 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emiep II - 1º 02&amp;nbsp;- E.E.B Maria Rita Flor - Bombinhas/SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-4138641481689760982?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4138641481689760982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4138641481689760982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4138641481689760982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4138641481689760982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4138641481689760982' title='Memórias de Minha Geração'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SvLLsCZ-BmI/AAAAAAAAALE/8L-a2dV2YQ0/s72-c/seu+tonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8744532728513221786</id><published>2009-10-06T07:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:09:29.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsslRv2VnmI/AAAAAAAABqE/OhwATsUfXj0/s1600-h/5834666115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389442365911309922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsslRv2VnmI/AAAAAAAABqE/OhwATsUfXj0/s400/5834666115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá... estou querendo opinar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cultura, para mim, diz respeito a nossa identidade, expressa nossa relação com a produção e reprodução da vida... vem do verbo CULTIVAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"É como trabalhamos, comemos, pensamos, nos vestimos, organizamos, sentimos, escolhemos nossos amores, amamos, nos divertimos, refletimos, lembramos, falamos, rimos, choramos, nos vemos, educamos nossas crianças e enterramos nossos mortos. É como entendemos a nós mesmos e como vivemos esse entendimento. " (Derry Frontline)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E vocês? Concordam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrícia - Griô - Instituto Boimamão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1567168822260001514-8744532728513221786?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8744532728513221786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=8744532728513221786' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8744532728513221786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8744532728513221786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8744532728513221786' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsslRv2VnmI/AAAAAAAABqE/OhwATsUfXj0/s72-c/5834666115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6802845369529185963</id><published>2009-10-02T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:24:54.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É CULTURA???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você aluno, participante do Projeto Ação Nacional Griô, o que é Cultura para você?? Qual seu conceito de Cultura?? Qual sua importância??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos refletir sobre essas perguntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos participar desta pequena "enquete".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixem seu comentário a respeito e iremos debater as respostas postadas na próxima aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom final de semana a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-6802845369529185963?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/6802845369529185963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=6802845369529185963' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6802845369529185963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6802845369529185963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6802845369529185963' title='O QUE É CULTURA???'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-8771818216677170324</id><published>2009-10-01T09:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:27:02.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas o que é cultura?</title><content type='html'>Olá... e querendo "cutucar", desafiar, vamos falar de cultura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é mais importante para um país: comida na mesa ou cultura nas veias? É claro que a sobrevivência vem em primeiro lugar. Mas triste do povo que só tem como meta comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um bebê precisa tanto de uma canção de ninar quanto de leite; um adulto merece uma sessão de cinema entre sessões de trabalho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A CULTURA É TUDO AQUILO QUE NOS FAZ VIVER..... MAIS QUE SOBREVIVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos rever nossa vida por um instante; e perceber quantas emoções duradouras podemos associar a um fato cultural:&lt;br /&gt;Quantas histórias, imagens e sons marcaram nossa alma de descobertas, construíram nossa personalidade, o orgulho de pertencer a um tempo, um lugar, um povo, uma raça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foram só nossos antepassados, não foi só nosso próprio esforço. Existe uma teia muito antiga de solidariedade ligando toda a humanidade. Foi ela que nos fez herdeiros de museus, conjuntos arquitetônicos, danças, musicas, artes etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecimentos antigos postos a serviço da beleza, da alegria da celebração da Vida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Através da tradição Oral!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é minha resposta à pergunta antes feita:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Resgatamos uma dívida íntima, tornando melhor o país que recebemos para quem vem depois. Continuamos a tecer o fio da nossa história, da cultura acolhedora na qual pertencemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rô do Engenho ( Griô da Tradição)&lt;br /&gt;Instituto Boimamão - Bombinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-8771818216677170324?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8771818216677170324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=8771818216677170324' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8771818216677170324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8771818216677170324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8771818216677170324' title='Mas o que é cultura?'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18023817904840142877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SLCCTt9sb0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/2URa1b3UESo/S220/P6290035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6977165994287633488</id><published>2009-09-30T11:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:50:36.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner Ação Griô Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SsNwM28konI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SPdaKXCNIpI/s1600-h/banner_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272945475560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SsNwM28konI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SPdaKXCNIpI/s400/banner_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SsNv6eaxszI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HeQWgCrK-Mc/s1600-h/banner_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banner da Ação Griô Nacional em parceria com Instituto Boimamao e E.E.B.Maria Rita Flor de Bombas/Bombinhas/SC.&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/1567168822260001514-6977165994287633488?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/6977165994287633488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=6977165994287633488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6977165994287633488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/6977165994287633488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6977165994287633488' title='Banner Ação Griô Nacional'/><author><name>Instituto Boimamao - Mari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SsNwM28konI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SPdaKXCNIpI/s72-c/banner_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-5740758189878058212</id><published>2009-09-28T07:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:33:52.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Troféu Açorianidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsDJQZF7nwI/AAAAAAAABo0/mZDK6fSHEOo/s1600-h/GetAttachmenta%C3%A7o3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386526437785968386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsDJQZF7nwI/AAAAAAAABo0/mZDK6fSHEOo/s400/GetAttachmenta%C3%A7o3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsCmX0ljRJI/AAAAAAAABos/Vn-t305gL_8/s1600-h/trof%C3%A9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386488082518459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/SsCmX0ljRJI/AAAAAAAABos/Vn-t305gL_8/s400/trof%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prefeitura Municipal de Bombinhas - Departamento de Comunicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Escola E.E.B. Maria Rita Flor é agraciada com o "&lt;em&gt;Troféu Açorianidade&lt;/em&gt;", uma homenagem a pessoas, instituições e empresas que atuam na pesquisa, preservação e divulgação da cultura de base açoriana em Santa Catarina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A premiação faz parte dos festejos da Festa da Cultura Açoriana - AÇOR, realizada pelo Núcleo de Estudos Açoriano (NEA), da Universidade Federal de Santa Catarina, em conjunto com a Secretaria de Educação e Cultura do município. (&lt;a href="http://www.nea.ufsc.br/"&gt;http://www.nea.ufsc.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O AÇOR acontecerá este ano na cidade de Palhoça, de 9 a 11 de outubro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Diretora Dóris Helena Serpa Ferreira, recebeu o troféu em nome de toda a comunidade escolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola está de parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-5740758189878058212?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-4458068491643892358</id><published>2009-09-24T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:43:24.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instituto Boimamão troca experiências pelo Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SrvGsDEeh8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/pCfcRgna-mU/s1600-h/imagem+para+jornal+tatuira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385116239492188098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8l8G80Ijdc/SrvGsDEeh8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/pCfcRgna-mU/s400/imagem+para+jornal+tatuira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A organização cultural com sede em Bombinhas desde 1998, levou, cantou e trocou cultura pelo Brasil no mês de agosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos dias 13, 14 e 15, a coordenadora do projeto “Alecrim Dourado” - Aline Vieira - que trabalha voz, ritmo e movimento com crianças de 8 a 10 anos, na sede Engenho do Sertão, participou em Brasília do 1° Seminário de Pontinhos de Cultura/Ação Ludicidade do Ministério da Cultura, onde 215 produtores culturais representando as organizações premiadas no Edital de 2008, receberam o troféu e apresentaram suas experiências e atuações em projetos que contemplam a cultura da infância. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 18 a 20 de agosto em São Paulo a presidente da organização Rosane Luchtenberg, participou com a palestra “ Unindo Gerações – 10 anos de idéias transformadas em Ações” no III Fórum do Brasil Memória em Rede, promovido pelo Museu da Pessoa e MinC, no qual a instituição é parceira do pólo Sul, tendo a Memória o tema gerador de suas ações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechando o mês de agosto e a semana internacional do Folclore, nos dias 28, 29 e 30 em Campinas/SP, a conselheira da ONG Fernanda Nadir da Silva, participou do encontro da Ação Nacional Griô. Projeto implantado no município, em março de 2009, pelo Instituto Boimamão, focado na tradição oral, em execução na escola parceira Maria Rita Flor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A organização que completou 10 anos em 2008, tem mesmo como e porque comemorar afirma a presidente “ temos que mostrar e trocar o que fazemos, como fazemos e para quem fazemos. Celebramos este ano, a renovação da parceria com a Secretaria de Educação municipal n o programa Escola da Terra, em desenvolvimento e, recentemente fomos selecionados como Ponto de Cultura. Uma parceria do Governo Estadual com o programa Mais Cultura do MinC, edital de 2008 que cria mais 60 pontos no estado”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-4458068491643892358?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4458068491643892358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4458068491643892358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4458068491643892358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4458068491643892358'/><link 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auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7GL3txejI/AAAAAAAABk8/4C3VfaQ-bPE/s400/P6130082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7By5DFK2I/AAAAAAAABk0/ItEgpll18KA/s1600-h/P9140057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381451684805684066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7By5DFK2I/AAAAAAAABk0/ItEgpll18KA/s400/P9140057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7Ba5VGq3I/AAAAAAAABks/NfjjtD6wAkI/s1600-h/P9140055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381451272564419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7Ba5VGq3I/AAAAAAAABks/NfjjtD6wAkI/s400/P9140055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7BBDgmznI/AAAAAAAABkk/Q1S2iNU1ubY/s1600-h/P9140044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450828620418674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7BBDgmznI/AAAAAAAABkk/Q1S2iNU1ubY/s400/P9140044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7ArmAjFTI/AAAAAAAABkc/O_BlIT1DoKY/s1600-h/P9140059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450459924075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7ArmAjFTI/AAAAAAAABkc/O_BlIT1DoKY/s400/P9140059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7AU-BUYqI/AAAAAAAABkU/zDip1H2rvfI/s1600-h/P9140070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450071232766626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sq7AU-BUYqI/AAAAAAAABkU/zDip1H2rvfI/s400/P9140070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E lá fomos nós rumo ao Instituto Boimamão: partilhar histórias, brincar de "boizinho", lanchar na sombra da árvore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas fomos, também, falar de ecologia, produzir papel reciclado que será a capa do nosso livro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dia no Museu Comunitário do Engenho do Sertão!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma janela para o passado da nossa comunidade...&lt;/p&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/1567168822260001514-2049661538920355888?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/2049661538920355888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=2049661538920355888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/2049661538920355888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/2049661538920355888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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verso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou uma cantiga cantou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até nossa mestra Salete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na roda cirandou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1567168822260001514-4222571832429235703?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/4222571832429235703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=4222571832429235703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/4222571832429235703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERSOS DA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alunos 1° e 2° ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;A arte de versar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;É encontrada nesta cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Nos adultos e crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Gente de toda idade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Nas rodas que fazemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Usamos a versação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Na história contada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Ou numa linda canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Passar uns para os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;É uma grande lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Escrever em verso e prosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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ATENÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;PARA O QUE VOU DIZER AGORA&lt;br /&gt;TEM MUITA COISA ACONTECENDO&lt;br /&gt;MUITA GENTE ESTÁ VENDO&lt;br /&gt;O QUE ACONTECE NESTA ESCOLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS BEM INFORMADOS&lt;br /&gt;AGRADEÇO A ATENÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;POIS LENDO ESTE PASQUIM&lt;br /&gt;MAIS INTEIRADOS FICARÃO&lt;br /&gt;VOU FALAR DE MUITA GENTE&lt;br /&gt;QUE PLANTAM SUA SEMENTE&lt;br /&gt;PARA COLHER EDUCAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENINOS E MENINOS&lt;br /&gt;ESTÁ NA HORA DE APRENDER&lt;br /&gt;COM OS MESTRES DA CIDADE&lt;br /&gt;A GRANDE ARTE DO SABER&lt;br /&gt;PASSADA DE GERAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;NESTA NOBRE OCASIÃO&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS MELHOR COMPREENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONA DÓRIS É DIRETORA&lt;br /&gt;É UMA MULHER ESTUDADA&lt;br /&gt;SABE DA IMPORTANCIA&lt;br /&gt;DESTA GRANDE EMPREITADA&lt;br /&gt;PASSAR À GERAÇÃO FUTURA&lt;br /&gt;UM POUCO DA CULTURA&lt;br /&gt;DESTA TERRA ENCANTADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA JOSÉ E PATRÍCIA&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSORAS DESTA ESCOLA&lt;br /&gt;PARTICIPAM DO PROJETO&lt;br /&gt;A ELAS NINGUÉM ENROLA&lt;br /&gt;TRABALHAM COM MUITO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;E NO PROJETO DA AÇÃO GRIÔ&lt;br /&gt;A CRIATIVIDADE REVIGORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTE PROJETO QUE VOS FALO&lt;br /&gt;TEM O SEU FUNDAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;PARTICIPARAM DO PLEITO&lt;br /&gt;MAIS DE CINCO CENTO&lt;br /&gt;APROVARAM APENAS TRÊS&lt;br /&gt;E CHEGOU A NOSSA VEZ&lt;br /&gt;DE PARTICIPAR DESTE EVENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;MARIA RITA FLOR&lt;br /&gt;É CHEGADA A HORA&lt;br /&gt;QUE O MINISTÉRIO DA CULTURA&lt;br /&gt;VEM DANDO MUITA BOLA&lt;br /&gt;AGORA É PRA VALER&lt;br /&gt;FAÇAMOS POR MERECER&lt;br /&gt;O MÉRITO DA ESCOLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PROJETO HÁ TRÊS MESTRES&lt;br /&gt;UMA DELAS É A SALETE&lt;br /&gt;MESTRE DA GASTRÔNOMIA&lt;br /&gt;SUA SABEDORIA NOS REMETE&lt;br /&gt;PASSA PARA A CRIANÇA&lt;br /&gt;O PRENDIZADO DA INFÂNCIA&lt;br /&gt;COM ELA NINGUÉM SE METE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A OUTRA PARTICIPANTE&lt;br /&gt;É A PATRÍCIA ESTIVALETE&lt;br /&gt;COM A ARTE DA CERÂMICA&lt;br /&gt;NO PROJETO SE COMPROMETE&lt;br /&gt;CONTANDO MUITA HISTÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;PARA FICAR NA MEMÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;ESSA AQUI TAMBÉM PROMETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDA É A TERCEIRA&lt;br /&gt;MAS É APENAS UMA APRENDIZ&lt;br /&gt;TRABALHA COM OS ALUNOS&lt;br /&gt;AQUILO QUE O POVO DIZ&lt;br /&gt;REGISTRA OS RELATOS&lt;br /&gt;E TAMBÉM FAZ OS RETRATOS&lt;br /&gt;ISSO A DEIXA MUITO FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO POSSO ESQUECER&lt;br /&gt;DO GRANDE IDEALIZADOR&lt;br /&gt;O INSTITUTO BOIMAMÃO&lt;br /&gt;DA NOSSA QUERIDA RÔ&lt;br /&gt;O PROJETO FOI ENVIADO&lt;br /&gt;PELO MINISTÉRIO APROVADO&lt;br /&gt;E AQUI ELE CHEGOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TODOS OS PROFESSORES&lt;br /&gt;AOS ALUNOS TAMBÉM&lt;br /&gt;PEÇO QUE OBSERVEM&lt;br /&gt;ESSES MESTRES DO BEM&lt;br /&gt;ESTA É UMA CONTRIBUIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;E UMA GRANDE LIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;PARA QUEM QUER IR ALÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;NESTA GRANDE CIRANDA&lt;br /&gt;QUE A RODA DA VIDA FAZ&lt;br /&gt;MUITAS OPORTUNIDADES&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO ELA CHEGA TRÁZ&lt;br /&gt;PARA QUEM SABE APROVEITAR&lt;br /&gt;É SÓ QUERER PARTICIPAR&lt;br /&gt;PRA QUE SE APRENDA BEM MAIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PRIMEIRO SEMESTRE&lt;br /&gt;TIVEMOS MUITO EMPENHO&lt;br /&gt;VISITAMOS A DONA ROSA&lt;br /&gt;UMA SENHORA DE ENGENHO&lt;br /&gt;QUE FALOU DE SUA HISTÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;DOS VERSOS NA MEMÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;REGISTRÁ-LOS EU VENHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIZEMOS UM ROTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIAL PELA CIDADE&lt;br /&gt;CONHECENDO NOSSO PATRIMÔNIO&lt;br /&gt;E TODA PECULIARIDADE&lt;br /&gt;A PAISAGEM NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;A RIQUEZA CULTURAL&lt;br /&gt;E A VIDA EM LIBERDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ARQUITETURA CENTENÁRIA&lt;br /&gt;DE ALGUMAS EDIFICAÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;COM ÓLEO DE BALEIA NA MASSA&lt;br /&gt;USADOS NESSAS CONSTRUÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;HOJE ESTÃO QUASE CAINDO&lt;br /&gt;COM O TEMPO ESTÃO INDO&lt;br /&gt;PRECISAM DE REPARAÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450547684957122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/Snl2Vyd2W8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3L2prqzbYl8/s200/PIC_1815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS OFICINAS LÍTICAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE VIMOS LÁ NA PRAINHA&lt;br /&gt;SÃO VESTÍGIOS DOS ÍNDIOS&lt;br /&gt;ESSA HERANÇA É SUA E MINHA&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS TODOS CUIDAR&lt;br /&gt;PRA ISSO NÃO ACABAR&lt;br /&gt;E FICAR SÓ NO “LÁ TINHA”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366455785538749154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/Snl7Gq_gguI/AAAAAAAAABM/w2WJR-RhMPU/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A CRUZ DE 4 ILHAS&lt;br /&gt;TEM UMA HISTÓRIA BEM LEGAL&lt;br /&gt;VIMOS SUA IMPONÊNCIA&lt;br /&gt;NESTA PRAIA FENOMENAL&lt;br /&gt;FOI TRAZIDA PELO MAR&lt;br /&gt;O PESCADOR VIVE A RESPEITAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;APARECIMENTO SOBRENATURAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456444861388402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/Snl7tDKRlnI/AAAAAAAAABU/3VdpKTrJOqA/s200/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;LÁ EM CANTO GRANDE&lt;br /&gt;TEM UM MORRO BEM ALTO&lt;br /&gt;É UM PARQUE NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;O ESPORTISTA DÁ SALTO&lt;br /&gt;A VISTA DAQUELE CANTO&lt;br /&gt;É DE CAUSAR ESPANTO&lt;br /&gt;DA BELEZA SEM IGUAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;CHEGANDO EM MORRINHOS&lt;br /&gt;NA PRAÇA DO PESCADOR&lt;br /&gt;UM ESPAÇO RESERVADO&lt;br /&gt;A ESTE HOMEM DE VALOR&lt;br /&gt;QUE VIVE A GUERRIAR&lt;br /&gt;NA LABUTA DO MAR&lt;br /&gt;ENFRENTANDO O FRIO E CALOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LÁ EM ZIMBROS VISITAMOS&lt;br /&gt;O PAU DO URUBU&lt;br /&gt;UM BANQUINHO ARRANJADO&lt;br /&gt;QUE DEFAMA A MIM E A TU&lt;br /&gt;AI AS HISTÓRIAS SÃO CONTADAS&lt;br /&gt;E MUITAS SÃO AUMENTADAS&lt;br /&gt;SAI PRA LÁ BURUCUTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450915891272178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/Snl2rOJE2fI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KdZKn2wnxlE/s200/PIC_1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;DEPOIS DESSE ROTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;O OUTRO DIA FOI MAIS ALÉM&lt;br /&gt;A QUINTA SÉRIE FOI NA PRAIA&lt;br /&gt;CONHECER AS CANOAS QUE LÁ TEM&lt;br /&gt;ESSAS SENHORAS DO MAR&lt;br /&gt;COMPANHEIRAS PARA PESCAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE SÃO CUIDADAS TÃO BEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450224868258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/Snl2C_4WcdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZjrbXn6nURY/s200/PIC_2988.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ISSO FOI UM POUQUINHO&lt;br /&gt;DAQUILO QUE FOI REALIZADO&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO DIA FALO MAIS&lt;br /&gt;AGORA JÁ ESTOU CANSADO&lt;br /&gt;MUITA COISA VAI ACONTECER&lt;br /&gt;É SÓ VOCÊ PERCEBER&lt;br /&gt;PRA NÃO FICAR ATRASADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O RESULTADO DO PROJETO&lt;br /&gt;SERÁ VISTO NO FIM DO ANO&lt;br /&gt;UM JORNAL MOSTRANDO TUDO&lt;br /&gt;PARA QUE NÃO HAJA ENGANO&lt;br /&gt;MAIS UMA COISA SERÁ FEITA&lt;br /&gt;COMO UM LIVRO DE RECEITA&lt;br /&gt;E MUITAS BONECAS DE PANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1567168822260001514-8321923961882382899?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/8321923961882382899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=8321923961882382899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/8321923961882382899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossos Bonecos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sjl3Kg1jZYI/AAAAAAAABcU/rrfUAyzkKlc/s1600-h/4977318942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348437054976124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sjl3Kg1jZYI/AAAAAAAABcU/rrfUAyzkKlc/s320/4977318942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonecas de pano não são simples brinquedos das crianças mais pobres...&lt;br /&gt;são um Universo criativo...&lt;br /&gt;elas não são de plástico "rosinha",&lt;br /&gt;elas não fazem xixi,&lt;br /&gt;não chamam a mamãe,&lt;br /&gt;seus vestidinhos nem sempre são bem cortados,&lt;br /&gt;... não andam em carros conversíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Mas são expressões fortíssimas de nossa arte popular, refletem&lt;br /&gt;a preferência por cores, panos, tipos... retratam a alma de quem as faz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sjl2_KrFIZI/AAAAAAAABcM/ahN5crbm07Q/s1600-h/4977255556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348436860048056722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ixeSMvQZdtQ/Sjl2_KrFIZI/AAAAAAAABcM/ahN5crbm07Q/s320/4977255556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos duas turmas de Terceira Série... da EEB. Maria Rita Flor... aqui, na linda Bombinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Nos reunimos uma vez por semana para ouvir, contar histórias e recontá-las a nossa maneira. Recebemos muitas visitas, a da foto: Tião, um dos nossos contadores de histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos, juntos, escrevendo o "Livro" das nossas vidas ...&lt;br /&gt;Entremeado de cirandas, desenhos e muitas "artes"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sejam bem vindos à nossa comunidade..."&lt;br /&gt;- assim aprendi um dia, assim estou repassando-&lt;br /&gt;Pedimos a benção a todos os contadores de histórias&lt;br /&gt;Para aqui contarmos as nossas!&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/1567168822260001514-307442354733951700?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/307442354733951700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=307442354733951700' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-3937373087662137638</id><published>2009-06-10T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:36:34.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha História de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versando a Vida (3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;O meu nome é Rany&lt;br /&gt;Sou nativa desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Minha família não é daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Mas este lugar aprendeu amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escola Edith Willecke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Sempre estudei&lt;br /&gt;Dos professores queridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Jamais esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;Amigos maravilhosos descobri,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que o meu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Realmente é aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho 14 anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Estudo na escola Maria Rita Flor&lt;br /&gt;Aqui todos nós somos recebidos&lt;br /&gt;Com  com muito carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda moro em Canto Grande&lt;br /&gt;E daqui não pretendo sair&lt;br /&gt;Bombinhas cidade maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Viverei meus anos aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui pretendo para sempre viver&lt;br /&gt;E passar sua cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Para meus filhos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dela esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Por: Rany Möller Keislarck&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/1567168822260001514-3937373087662137638?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/3937373087662137638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=3937373087662137638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1567168822260001514/posts/default/3937373087662137638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Foi um parto bem difícil&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite estrelada&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe era hipertensa,&lt;br /&gt;Estava toda apavorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando dei o meu chorinho&lt;br /&gt;Ela mal pode ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Era alívio e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Por eu ao mundo vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito tempo se passou e lá estava eu&lt;br /&gt;Na escola apresentando&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrando o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Pela mulher que me gerou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo ela veio a falecer&lt;br /&gt;Muita tristeza tomou conta&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração e do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como o tempo é o melhor remédio&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive que me acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Com essa pessoa que não mais poderia&lt;br /&gt;Estar aqui e me acompanhar,&lt;br /&gt;Por onde quer que eu fosse andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu estou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 15anos de vida&lt;br /&gt;Lutando e aprendendo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca desanimando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Por: Francielle Simas Costa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-5405573090032014041?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/5405573090032014041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567168822260001514.post-6533852371685206156</id><published>2009-06-10T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:30:59.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assombração Cultural ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Conhecendo nosso lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Pelas praias de Bombinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;nos pusemos a caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Na aula de artes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;começamos a trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando fotos e fazendo filmes&lt;br /&gt;para aos outros mostrar&lt;br /&gt;As belezas de nossas praias,&lt;br /&gt;O encando deste lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos de casa artesanal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;museu lítico e vegetação,&lt;br /&gt;Capela que antigamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;era símbolo de assombração.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua cruz de ferro que atraia raios&lt;br /&gt;Os nativos assim pensavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aos poucos foi destruída&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de resgatar nossa cultura.&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi reerguida&lt;br /&gt;Para a alegria do povo&lt;br /&gt;que aqui vive a vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366471146680445010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H-8vNmDt_F0/SnmJEztFaFI/AAAAAAAAABk/95VUhiU_MCk/s200/PICT4294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por: Francielle Simas Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1567168822260001514-6533852371685206156?l=projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://projetoacaogrionacional.blogspot.com/feeds/6533852371685206156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1567168822260001514&amp;postID=6533852371685206156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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