<?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-4818220089987349647</id><updated>2011-09-28T17:52:07.511-03:00</updated><category term='Ugo Sangiorgi'/><category term='Sheyla de Castilho'/><category term='Alberto Grosso'/><category term='Tiago Expinho'/><category term='Nina Neves'/><category term='Pedro Fernandes'/><category term='Emmanuel Mirdad'/><category term='Barulho'/><category term='Marceleza'/><category term='Lois'/><category term='Kale'/><category term='Nada'/><category term='Manifesto'/><category term='Triana Doce'/><category term='Marcelino Freire'/><category term='Bernardo de Paula'/><category term='Tatiana Mendonça'/><category term='Robson Carneiro'/><category term='Rafael Campêlo'/><category term='Pareta Calderash'/><category term='Marianna Bittencourt'/><category term='Edinaldo Mota'/><category term='Danilo Rohrs'/><title type='text'>Muito Barulho Por Nada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4429096188759202642</id><published>2010-10-02T13:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:08:36.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta ao Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TKdnCaUMzlI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iBItHjhZg6M/s1600/1193151_45503879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523496759114649170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TKdnCaUMzlI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iBItHjhZg6M/s400/1193151_45503879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/396103668/14129d89" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; mariele góes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;música - &lt;/b&gt;cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4429096188759202642?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4429096188759202642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4429096188759202642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4429096188759202642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4429096188759202642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/10/ficha-tecnica-texto-mariele-goes-musica.html' title='Carta ao Tempo'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TKdnCaUMzlI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iBItHjhZg6M/s72-c/1193151_45503879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6546632053334045823</id><published>2010-06-17T08:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:20:49.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO ESTÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse post é o que eu chamo de 'textografia' - assim eu batizei esse tipo de criação que utiliza o texto (de natureza criativa) associado a uma imagem, com ou sem animação. Uma modalidade que se encaixou perfeitamente com a web. Nesse caso, usei um texto meu e uma simples animação para falar do ininterrupto tempo. Clique na imagem para ampliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TBoKrJ1qVZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bz-RrKoJH0o/s1600/tempo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TBoKrJ1qVZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bz-RrKoJH0o/s400/tempo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483707232768644498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipe Bezerra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6546632053334045823?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6546632053334045823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6546632053334045823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6546632053334045823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6546632053334045823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo-esta.html' title='O TEMPO ESTÁ'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TBoKrJ1qVZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/bz-RrKoJH0o/s72-c/tempo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3178746654622657415</id><published>2010-06-14T21:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:04:38.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Breninho havia me mandado um e-mail sobre um texto seu em construção. O texto falava sobre a pinta de uma amiga. Seu nome: Brisa. Local da pinta: segundo dedo do pé esquerdo. Em baixo, a transformação de partes do seu texto em canção.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/316062845/7d4ef469" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/document/EDASySTb/Pintinha.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;música - &lt;/b&gt;joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3178746654622657415?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3178746654622657415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3178746654622657415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3178746654622657415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3178746654622657415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/06/breninho-havia-me-mandado-um-e-mail.html' title='Pintinha'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-409294599105067766</id><published>2010-05-30T12:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:23:26.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regras de Pontuação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TAKCWPBJg2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HscafaGOPuA/s1600/Pontua%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477083415336026978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TAKCWPBJg2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HscafaGOPuA/s400/Pontua%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ficha técnica]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto e imagem - joão vinícius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-409294599105067766?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/409294599105067766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=409294599105067766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/409294599105067766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/409294599105067766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/05/regras-de-pontuacao.html' title='Regras de Pontuação'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/TAKCWPBJg2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HscafaGOPuA/s72-c/Pontua%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7483469290565357281</id><published>2010-05-26T19:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:17:44.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinal Fechado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S_2dkKCazEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0T-7ZqoeuVs/s1600/Volante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S_2dkKCazEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0T-7ZqoeuVs/s400/Volante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475705966447742018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; A canção de Paulinho da Viola na visão do Coletivo Muito Barulho Por Nada. Canção ou conversa de trânsito? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/299768551/2b8e3da1" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; paulinho da viola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;voz 1 -&lt;/b&gt; monique meirelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;voz 2 e trilha -&lt;/b&gt; cebola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilustração -&lt;/b&gt; marceleza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7483469290565357281?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7483469290565357281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7483469290565357281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7483469290565357281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7483469290565357281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinal-fechado.html' title='Sinal Fechado'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S_2dkKCazEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0T-7ZqoeuVs/s72-c/Volante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2932421789728961903</id><published>2010-05-12T18:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:41:02.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar de Rolha</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/272877596/9a872af5" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Põe pra frente, coloca de trás pra frente: o olhar nada mais é que rolha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;poesia, voz e trilha -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2932421789728961903?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2932421789728961903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2932421789728961903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2932421789728961903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2932421789728961903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/05/olhar-de-rolha.html' title='Olhar de Rolha'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7176300512574491266</id><published>2010-04-24T17:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:37:18.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice e a Hora da Estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9NVPW6V4lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IJYQxtGEios/s1600/clarice02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9NVPW6V4lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IJYQxtGEios/s400/clarice02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463804495267226194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Entrevista trilhada: Clarice e a hora da sua estrela sob a visão do Coletivo Muito Barulho Por Nada&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/272876348/74a06268" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dados da entrevista-&lt;/b&gt; entrevistada: clarice lispector/ entevistador: junio lerner/ programa: panorama (tv cultura-sp 1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trilha -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7176300512574491266?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7176300512574491266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7176300512574491266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7176300512574491266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7176300512574491266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/04/clarice-e-hora-da-estrela.html' title='Clarice e a Hora da Estrela'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9NVPW6V4lI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IJYQxtGEios/s72-c/clarice02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1693745499051187804</id><published>2010-04-23T09:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:13:37.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tertúlia Pop - 1ª edição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9GO4alQebI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qy4qIdqnR7U/s1600/Coletivo_Tert%C3%BAlia_Pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9GO4alQebI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qy4qIdqnR7U/s400/Coletivo_Tert%C3%BAlia_Pop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463304922836531634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1693745499051187804?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1693745499051187804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1693745499051187804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1693745499051187804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1693745499051187804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/04/tertulia-pop-1-edicao.html' title='Tertúlia Pop - 1ª edição'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S9GO4alQebI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qy4qIdqnR7U/s72-c/Coletivo_Tert%C3%BAlia_Pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5750988249938180560</id><published>2010-03-28T10:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:17:02.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutil</title><content type='html'>Há quem ao ler um livro,&lt;br /&gt;no findar de uma página&lt;br /&gt;prefira seguir o curso natural da história:&lt;br /&gt;Virar a página, seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;experimentar novas sensações, fazer diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem ao ler um livro,&lt;br /&gt;no findar de uma página&lt;br /&gt;prefira não seguir o curso natural da história:&lt;br /&gt;Não virar a página,&lt;br /&gt;seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;experimentar novas sensações,&lt;br /&gt;fazer diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarelar o canto da página com os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq_DxHTQO64&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq_DxHTQO64&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música e vídeo -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inspiração, expiração, respiração e transpiração -&lt;/span&gt; larinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5750988249938180560?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5750988249938180560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5750988249938180560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5750988249938180560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5750988249938180560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/03/sutil_28.html' title='Sutil'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1465195665338081332</id><published>2010-02-20T01:16:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:20:54.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S39jfQ_HvfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UuwE5pgfhPI/s1600-h/OgAAAOzwh1XObPKE-tN9koeNFUZ8Biuw3Ffz0-u5TxHp2-2U_VpbX3Us6LFaUFyMcDmcxHE_F9JSdA4b0yO_IgfpCEkAm1T1UI8Pf1scS27bl5RBFmu-0FObGgB-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S39jfQ_HvfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UuwE5pgfhPI/s400/OgAAAOzwh1XObPKE-tN9koeNFUZ8Biuw3Ffz0-u5TxHp2-2U_VpbX3Us6LFaUFyMcDmcxHE_F9JSdA4b0yO_IgfpCEkAm1T1UI8Pf1scS27bl5RBFmu-0FObGgB-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440176263673658866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amo a liberdade, por isso deixo as coisas que amo livres. Se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei. Se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí." (John Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/225748458/b39aca70" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;letra, melodia e música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fotografia -&lt;/b&gt; martina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1465195665338081332?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1465195665338081332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1465195665338081332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1465195665338081332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1465195665338081332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/02/clarice-forgive.html' title='Clarice Forgive'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S39jfQ_HvfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UuwE5pgfhPI/s72-c/OgAAAOzwh1XObPKE-tN9koeNFUZ8Biuw3Ffz0-u5TxHp2-2U_VpbX3Us6LFaUFyMcDmcxHE_F9JSdA4b0yO_IgfpCEkAm1T1UI8Pf1scS27bl5RBFmu-0FObGgB-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6152485097448148512</id><published>2010-02-10T20:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:21:16.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barulho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manifesto'/><title type='text'>Manifesto</title><content type='html'>Manifesto é a rebeldía das sensacións ocultas, a forza que teñen as voces durmidas, o pracer de escoitarse a un mesmo sen normas. Ten un desexo de liberdade en formas de ondas do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/219366124/bb07d9a5" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto e leitura-&lt;/b&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6152485097448148512?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6152485097448148512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6152485097448148512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6152485097448148512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6152485097448148512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/02/manifesto.html' title='Manifesto'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6343224805591045257</id><published>2010-02-09T09:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:27:27.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Folia de Navegante</title><content type='html'>Um chamado, um convite a viver a magia carnavalesca solta no ar. Para que a festa seja uma extensão das interações culturais estabelecidas na rede virtual: cada vez mais singular em sua pluralidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/218311160/518637a5" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6343224805591045257?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6343224805591045257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6343224805591045257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6343224805591045257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6343224805591045257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/02/folia-de-navegante.html' title='Folia de Navegante'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6423613225626463957</id><published>2010-02-06T08:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:17:09.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da Judia / Marchinha (Ao vivo)</title><content type='html'>Mais um registro em vídeo do Coletivo, numa das suas últimas intervenções ao vivo. Nesta ocasião a performance foi na Galeria do Livro, no Rio Vermelho. Esse registro traz o grupo executando ao vivo o "Samba da Judia" e "Marcha do Barulho", duas das criações recitadas/cantadas durante a apresentação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdbXHKlbau4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdbXHKlbau4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6423613225626463957?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6423613225626463957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6423613225626463957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6423613225626463957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6423613225626463957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/02/samba-da-judia-marchinha-ao-vivo.html' title='Samba da Judia / Marchinha (Ao vivo)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2924485226343948319</id><published>2010-02-05T22:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:59:03.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa de Cinema (Ao vivo)</title><content type='html'>No último dia 16/01, o Coletivo fez mais uma das suas intervenções ao vivo, nesta ocasião na Galeria do Livro, situada no bairro do Rio Vermelho. Esse registro é do "Coisa de Cinema", mais um dos poemas recitados/cantados durante a performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBEbgxAmBEc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBEbgxAmBEc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2924485226343948319?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2924485226343948319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2924485226343948319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2924485226343948319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2924485226343948319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/02/coisa-de-cinema-ao-vivo.html' title='Coisa de Cinema (Ao vivo)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-9055281507876257771</id><published>2010-01-29T12:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:06:03.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atestado Poético (Ao vivo)</title><content type='html'>No último dia 16/01, o Coletivo fez mais uma intervenção ao vivo na Galeria do Livro, no bairro do Rio Vermelho, que marcou a despedida do companheiro Gabriel Pardal, que precisou retornar ao Rio de Janeiro. Nas próximas postagens, disponibilizaremos alguns registros dessa apresentação, com alguns "poemúsicas" já divulgados aqui... E outros inéditos, como é o caso deste aqui ó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9Pfyp30Bto&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9Pfyp30Bto&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-9055281507876257771?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/9055281507876257771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=9055281507876257771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/9055281507876257771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/9055281507876257771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/01/atestado-poetico-ao-vivo.html' title='Atestado Poético (Ao vivo)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1333026072635048962</id><published>2010-01-11T21:19:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:54:09.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois em Um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S0vCYZYAttI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R1OixgbKVe8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425643900482139858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S0vCYZYAttI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R1OixgbKVe8/s400/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um certa feita, uma mulher chamada Leleh resolveu ser motivo de inspiração. Nessa não pude deixar ela passar, eis: a obra, o operário e a inspiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/194598349/af0193bf" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letra, melodia, violão e voz -&lt;/strong&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voz e inspiração -&lt;/strong&gt; leticia pereira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1333026072635048962?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1333026072635048962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1333026072635048962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1333026072635048962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1333026072635048962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2010/01/dois-em-um.html' title='Dois em Um'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/S0vCYZYAttI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R1OixgbKVe8/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5712951809955881266</id><published>2009-12-28T07:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:35:31.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto da Encruzilhada / Reagente (ao vivo)</title><content type='html'>Retratos de nossa geração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/183129948/88610c8d" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; breno fernandes [soneto...] e gabriel camões [reagente]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;leitura -&lt;/b&gt; breno fernandes [soneto...] e gabriel camões [reagente]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;captação -&lt;/b&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edição -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5712951809955881266?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5712951809955881266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5712951809955881266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5712951809955881266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5712951809955881266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/soneto-da-encruzilhada-reagente-ao-vivo.html' title='Soneto da Encruzilhada / Reagente (ao vivo)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2417983605567907828</id><published>2009-12-25T15:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:38:16.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PVC / Caixa de Saída (ao vivo)</title><content type='html'>No último dia 23, o Coletivo fez uma pequena apresentação durante a festa de despedida de nossa querida integrante Marccela Vegah, que vai passar um tempo fora, aumentando o time do Muito Barulho Por Nada do outro lado do oceano. Nos próximos posts, disponibilizaremos alguns registros dessa performance, com poemas já divulgados aqui ou inéditos, como é o caso destes dois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/181059872/acb8c2fb" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal [pvc] e gabriel camões [caixa de saída]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal [pvc] e gabriel camões [caixa de saída]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música &lt;/span&gt;- joão vinícius [caixa de saída]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;captação -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;edição -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2417983605567907828?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2417983605567907828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2417983605567907828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2417983605567907828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2417983605567907828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/pvc-caixa-de-saida-ao-vivo.html' title='PVC / Caixa de Saída (ao vivo)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5201461087090759196</id><published>2009-12-24T20:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:12:28.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inadequação e só</title><content type='html'>Tem manhãs que se fundem na tarde, que viram noite sem vir a madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que se tornam semanas, meses, anos, décadas, bodas de ouro, séculos, milênios e eras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuamos fora do compasso, por momentos, segundos, que são tão duradouros. É o sentimento de estar inadequado. E nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/180595652/ed8c45cd" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/inadequacaoeso.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-medium;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; marccela vegah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5201461087090759196?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5201461087090759196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5201461087090759196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5201461087090759196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5201461087090759196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/inadequacao-e-so.html' title='Inadequação e só'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-752869417286458432</id><published>2009-12-20T19:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:46:51.032-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatiana Mendonça'/><title type='text'>Ode a Carybé</title><content type='html'>Carybé (1911 - 1997) é um dos mais famosos artistas plásticos da Bahia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, antes, foi um homem que soube aproveitar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se mais não conto, é porque prefiro que quem o faça seja Tatiana Mendonça, através do &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://issuu.com/revistamuito/docs/_60"&gt;belíssimo perfil que escreveu sobre Carybé para a revista &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O áudio abaixo é uma recorte deste texto. Obrigado por nos deixar cometer este crime, Tati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/177606016/fb6ab71" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; tatiana mendonça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes, joão vinícius e gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; baden powell [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;percussão e batuque&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baden&lt;/span&gt;, 1968]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-752869417286458432?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/752869417286458432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=752869417286458432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/752869417286458432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/752869417286458432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/ode-carybe.html' title='Ode a Carybé'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1331320614689719775</id><published>2009-12-19T11:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:49:04.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcelino Freire'/><title type='text'>Psigoze</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psicose &lt;/span&gt;é um termo psiquiátrico genérico que se refere a um estado mental no qual existe uma 'perda de contacto com a realidade'. Nos períodos de crises mais intensas podem ocorrer, irá variar de caso a caso, alucinações ou delírios, desorganização psíquica que inclua pensamento desorganizado e/ou paranóide, acentuada inquietude psicomotora, sensações de angústia intensa e opressão, e insônia severa. Tal é frequentemente acompanhado por uma falta de 'crítica' ou de 'insight' que se traduz numa incapacidade de reconhecer o carácter estranho ou bizarro do comportamento. Desta forma surgem também, nos momentos de crise, dificuldades de interacção social e em cumprir normalmente as actividades de vida diária. (...) Na psicanálise, a psicose causou dificuldades teóricas para Freud..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O sangue desta mesma cena, na verdade, é calda de chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Wikipedia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/176661387/1fd5585a" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto - &lt;/span&gt;álvaro andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.eraodito.blogspot.com"&gt;marcelino freire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1331320614689719775?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1331320614689719775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1331320614689719775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1331320614689719775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1331320614689719775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/psigoze.html' title='Psigoze'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-957728339977046207</id><published>2009-12-16T18:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:10:48.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>Esta é uma releitura de &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/09/tatuagem.html"&gt;um trabalho já postado&lt;/a&gt;, agora com uma versão exclusivamente em áudio e não-minimalista de um texto curto, direto e desmantelador de tatuagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/174642181/ad8c4a6" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/tatuagem.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-957728339977046207?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/957728339977046207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=957728339977046207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/957728339977046207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/957728339977046207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4910139734177715786</id><published>2009-12-13T03:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:13:10.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Livro</title><content type='html'>A literatura é uma estrada infinita por onde transita a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ela quem cria o ponto de conflito mais prazeroso que já tive contato, ao prender o nosso olhar e coração a um livro e ao mesmo tempo nos fazer flutuar em sonhos, idéias e pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é a comida da alma.  E é também o passaporte para uma viagem a esse infinito caminho por onde voam os nossos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/171693231/f97e2f47" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/soulivro.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percussões -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4910139734177715786?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4910139734177715786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4910139734177715786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4910139734177715786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4910139734177715786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/sou-livro.html' title='Sou Livro'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1031631006322021362</id><published>2009-12-06T12:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:18:50.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descida</title><content type='html'>O agradecimento é sempre uma abstração menor, um gesto que sentimos por completo e expomos pelo meio. Às vezes desejamos tanto que a repetição da palavra "amor" pende como um mal-me-quer, que abraçar com muita força apenas estala, que beijar todas as partes do corpo é pouco. A expressão total do nosso desejo só chegaria ao nível do absurdo, só se aplacaria caso, como seres amorfos, pudéssemos nos desintegrar e nos retornar. Como dizer da vontade gigantesca, que vai dos pés ao topo da garganta, como falar de um poema, este susto procurado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/166712801/95593843" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/descida.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado e marccela vegah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trilha -&lt;/span&gt; joão vínícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1031631006322021362?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1031631006322021362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1031631006322021362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1031631006322021362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1031631006322021362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/descida.html' title='Descida'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4572438915506644112</id><published>2009-12-05T08:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:23:02.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>Baratas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SxpEwdlP1WI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DAruqmv84R8/s1600-h/130-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SxpEwdlP1WI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DAruqmv84R8/s400/130-vert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411713501604336994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos um lado perverso. Poucos falam, outros ainda menos o expõem. Quando seca a poesia o que resta é perversão - a pior ou a melhor possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/165966824/e1a59ee4" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/baratas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagem &lt;/span&gt;- mariele góes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto e leitura &lt;/span&gt;- verónika méndez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; kale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4572438915506644112?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4572438915506644112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4572438915506644112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4572438915506644112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4572438915506644112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/12/baratas.html' title='Baratas'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SxpEwdlP1WI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DAruqmv84R8/s72-c/130-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1087423117829866676</id><published>2009-11-19T17:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:46:59.246-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcelino Freire'/><title type='text'>Descontrole Remoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SwWtfSpn3tI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Png_qCSkX00/s1600/3747142460_653dea52da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917680822116050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SwWtfSpn3tI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Png_qCSkX00/s400/3747142460_653dea52da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MARCELINO -&lt;/span&gt; Vejam só: em passagem por Salvador, eis que fomos parar (eu e o amigo Bernardo de Paula) na casa-quarto-estúdio do Coletivo Muito Barulho por Nada. Tudo de bom essa turma. E logo saquei a minha arma: um texto inédito intitulado "DESCONTROLE REMOTO". Foram logo dizendo: vamos gravar? E eu gravei. O resultado aí está: com trilha certeira e saravá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MBPN -&lt;/span&gt; Benditos sejam aqueles dois dias de Marcelino em Salvador. Na primeira noite, após a Bienal do Livro, já estávamos todos na mesa de bar. Na segunda -- vale lembrar que esta sessão foi regada a muita cerveja -- literatura e música. Ah, já ia esquecendo.. e de amendoim também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/155475435/9b67f434" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;texto e leitura -&lt;/span&gt; marcelino freire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1087423117829866676?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1087423117829866676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1087423117829866676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1087423117829866676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1087423117829866676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/11/descontrole-remoto.html' title='Descontrole Remoto'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SwWtfSpn3tI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Png_qCSkX00/s72-c/3747142460_653dea52da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4526277649563373835</id><published>2009-11-08T11:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:48:41.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robson Carneiro'/><title type='text'>Samba da Judia</title><content type='html'>Ê, laiá! Samba de gafieira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar, pode chegar! Samba da Bahia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diretamente do Morro do Gavazza: Muito Barulho Por Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Bahia tem samba, na Bahia tem judeu, na Bahia tem judia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a gente canta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/148424862/ac4fe5fd" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra -&lt;/span&gt; álvaro andrade, gabriel camões e robson carneiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refrão -&lt;/span&gt; zeca pagodinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voz -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4526277649563373835?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4526277649563373835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4526277649563373835&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4526277649563373835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4526277649563373835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/11/samba-da-judia.html' title='Samba da Judia'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1332338676193783415</id><published>2009-10-31T09:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:50:02.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que o amor tem que ser tão triste?</title><content type='html'>Baseada na canção &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why does love got be so sad&lt;/span&gt;, da banda Derek and the Dominoes, e também nas canções do seu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Layla and assorted love songs&lt;/span&gt;, essa é uma declaração de amor a uma obra, e não (necessariamente) a uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/145117699/d29428fd" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra, música e voz&lt;/span&gt; - joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1332338676193783415?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1332338676193783415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1332338676193783415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1332338676193783415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1332338676193783415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-que-o-amor-tem-que-ser-tao-triste.html' title='Por que o amor tem que ser tão triste?'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7639733664307317214</id><published>2009-10-26T10:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:57:18.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Samanta Sem Sual</title><content type='html'>Samanta saiu sem sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;Samanta sumiu subitamente&lt;br /&gt;  Samanta  sentiu sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;  saiu sem simular se sente:&lt;br /&gt;  ciúme, samba, sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sumiu Samanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/143496715/a9e80cc4" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/font&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra, melodia e música -&lt;/font&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7639733664307317214?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7639733664307317214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7639733664307317214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7639733664307317214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7639733664307317214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/samanta-sem-sual.html' title='Samanta Sem Sual'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3668498585611381110</id><published>2009-10-25T10:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:29:05.674-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marceleza'/><title type='text'>Dia das crianças</title><content type='html'>Trago, para celebrar a passagem do dia das crianças, com algum atraso mas ainda assim validado, um passeio pelo ENEARTE sob a óptica de um garoto em plena aventura, navegando as possibilidades artísticas do seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTZ7YaofYVg&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTZ7YaofYVg&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;captação e fotografia -&lt;/span&gt; marceleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edição e trilha Sonora -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3668498585611381110?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3668498585611381110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3668498585611381110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3668498585611381110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3668498585611381110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-das-criancas.html' title='Dia das crianças'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5196538513134448601</id><published>2009-10-11T04:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:59:19.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Espelho (Veado Velho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A necessidade da juventude por um outro ângulo. O reflexo, o desejo e o egoísmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137545441/e471731" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto, leitura e música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&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/4818220089987349647-5196538513134448601?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5196538513134448601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5196538513134448601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5196538513134448601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5196538513134448601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-espelho-veado-velho.html' title='O Espelho (Veado Velho)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1830682563238289119</id><published>2009-10-08T14:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:00:49.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu olhar</title><content type='html'>Este texto não me pertence (João Vinícius). Em 2006, Gabriel Camões me enviou uma letra para a banda que tínhamos. A música não aconteceu, mas, três anos depois, encontrei o texto no fundo do baú, mais rindo que chorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137545314/615017e" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;leitura - &lt;/b&gt;joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;telefonema incidental - &lt;/b&gt;breno fernandes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1830682563238289119?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1830682563238289119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1830682563238289119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1830682563238289119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1830682563238289119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-melhor-olhar.html' title='O meu olhar'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-791630314470251566</id><published>2009-10-04T14:21:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:37:43.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lados B</title><content type='html'>Às vezes revemos nossos trabalhos como revemos nossas vidas. Nesta postagem, eis os primeiros olhares sobre dois trabalhos já postados: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-monday.html" target="_blank"&gt;Happy Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-culture-emotionnelle.html" target="_blank"&gt;La Culture Émotionnelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira é uma versão cantada com simplicidade, em capela, arrítmica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A segunda, dueto recitado de improviso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De brinde, uma versão instrumental de &lt;i&gt;La Culture Émotionnelle&lt;/i&gt;, feita de encomenda para um curtametragem cujo diretor chegou até nós através do blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Monday&lt;/b&gt; (versão abstrata)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137539635/bd19f229" width="320" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/happymonday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto e voz -&lt;/b&gt; marccela vegah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Culture Émotionnelle&lt;/b&gt; (versão recitada) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137539856/78d4291f" width="320" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/lacultureemotionnelle.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto &lt;/b&gt;- marccela vegah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;dueto -&lt;/b&gt; marccela vegah e álvaro andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;melodia e violão -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia dos Namorados &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137540245/3a795fa8" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;melodia e música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-791630314470251566?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/791630314470251566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=791630314470251566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/791630314470251566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/791630314470251566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/10/lados-b.html' title='Lados B'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8710566893356081408</id><published>2009-09-27T03:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:05:03.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocío</title><content type='html'>Eu sou contra a chapinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/135701258/cab863d3" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/rocio.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; breno fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;leitura -&lt;/b&gt; lois blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8710566893356081408?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8710566893356081408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8710566893356081408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8710566893356081408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8710566893356081408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/09/rocio.html' title='Rocío'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3972154169800977778</id><published>2009-09-25T11:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:06:52.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevirologia</title><content type='html'>Sempre tive uma fascinação pelas páginas em branco do fundo dos livros. Lá está a incompletude da obra, o espaço de interação entre o autor e o leitor. À imagem e semelhança vejo as relações de trabalho, onde a cada dia que passa uma geração mais capacitada e criativa chega ao mercado de trabalho e se dá conta do vazio das hierarquias e burocracias. Por um trabalho que valorize estas potencialidades! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esta vinheta foi uma das selecionadas do tema "De que trabalho o mundo precisa?" pelo &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://eletrocooperativa.org.br/"&gt;Portal da Eletrocooperativa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/135334897/10ca7c6c" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto, leitura e música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3972154169800977778?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3972154169800977778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3972154169800977778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3972154169800977778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3972154169800977778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/09/sevirologia.html' title='Sevirologia'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8370946559575504871</id><published>2009-09-13T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:18:56.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>Pergunte-me sobre o que veste, e eu te falarei de cores, pergunte-me sobre as suas canções, e eu intuirei qualquer escape de tom, mas nunca sobre uma marca que lhe acompanha por todos os dias. Como opinar acerca do irreversível? Com dedicatória à Bela Navarro.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GBL8xWO6LA&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GBL8xWO6LA&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vídeo -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes [captura] e joão vinícius [edição]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8370946559575504871?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8370946559575504871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8370946559575504871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8370946559575504871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8370946559575504871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/09/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2573466140521240823</id><published>2009-09-01T15:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:08:34.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Fernandes'/><title type='text'>Relatos Post Mortem</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KTucyOsWISyQmgWFPQWHPw?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sp1p5cs_AMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ofToH7wGAps/s400/azul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei que a morte está bem perto. Anda atrás da orelha, como a pulga, e nós, desatentos, é que não a vemos. É um olhar despreocupado, nunca tive medo e, sim, curiosidade. Escrevi, então, como quem fala do que há à janela. Duma praça amiga dos olhos, de uma montanha há séculos na paisagem, do carteiro que passa todo dia à mesma hora. Um desdém a ela que nos espreita a todo instante, mas só se dá a quem se entrega por inteiro. Para matar a curiosidade sem perder o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/129436820/d15ca2dd" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/relatospostmortem.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilustração -&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://desenhameumcarneiro.wordpress.com/"&gt;pedro fernandes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;texto -&lt;/b&gt; álvaro andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;leitura -&lt;/b&gt; breno fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;música -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2573466140521240823?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2573466140521240823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2573466140521240823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2573466140521240823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2573466140521240823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/09/relatos-post-mortem.html' title='Relatos Post Mortem'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sp1p5cs_AMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ofToH7wGAps/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6606433349416734765</id><published>2009-08-26T02:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:09:34.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G6SuMGuvGJFi5OlrKNQz0w?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SpTPdLbf-2I/AAAAAAAAASA/6vC9jnSBaOI/s800/PICT0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O recordo ten o que a dor chama fotografías sen sentido, pero que viven dentro de nós. É como si o recordo falase dunha historia que non coñece, pero si sentiu como súa. A capacidade das persoas para ser outros ata sen querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/127788745/bd94f938" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto, voz e imagem -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6606433349416734765?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6606433349416734765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6606433349416734765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6606433349416734765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6606433349416734765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/memoria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SpTPdLbf-2I/AAAAAAAAASA/6vC9jnSBaOI/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6067779276204119424</id><published>2009-08-18T13:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:10:38.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheyla de Castilho'/><title type='text'>Bússolas apontam para o Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F4J9VdGefAwQJeEMq8qE-w?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sorb8BhiMoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8badvclXF3c/s800/OgAAAPj6kXSf_OXSWmlAw2HAhPeQldc8KGAIU33DR6ZG8cxXO1BC4_v2V3pa3XkA4d6ckKXeEo7gyDkQCDSLIIA06qQAm1T1UNkZZOFVpoECg87Pck7oZ7HKJJvU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o poema tem que jorrar da alma e rasgar o peito e o que fica à mostra eu exponho controversa, vermelho escarlatizando cálidos versos... e ofereço a saudade em flor quando ofertada nos beijos que não te dou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/125912318/76632b50" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vila.bol.com.br/bussolasapontamparaonorte.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.aliciamentosealucinacoes.blogspot.com/"&gt; sheyla de castilho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6067779276204119424?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6067779276204119424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6067779276204119424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6067779276204119424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6067779276204119424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/bussolas-apontam-para-o-norte.html' title='Bússolas apontam para o Norte'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sorb8BhiMoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8badvclXF3c/s72-c/OgAAAPj6kXSf_OXSWmlAw2HAhPeQldc8KGAIU33DR6ZG8cxXO1BC4_v2V3pa3XkA4d6ckKXeEo7gyDkQCDSLIIA06qQAm1T1UNkZZOFVpoECg87Pck7oZ7HKJJvU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-659056840984057586</id><published>2009-08-14T11:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:12:15.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inveja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tenho inveja de pedra, de árvore, de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não porque não morrem, que a morte é o sentido da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não porque não deixam a manhã perdida, sucumbindo na televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não porque parecem não se incomodar com o que sem saber acontece de acontecer, porque o imprevisto é o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Não porque montanhas, rios, jaqueiras, são maiores que os homens. Gigantes não acampam em cavernas, não mergulham em cachoeiras nem dormem debaixo da sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tenho inveja de pedra, de árvore, de água porque elas não se fazem de otárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/125007163/80c5383b" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto, leitura e música -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-659056840984057586?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/659056840984057586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=659056840984057586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/659056840984057586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/659056840984057586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/inveja.html' title='Inveja'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2738543388224590860</id><published>2009-08-12T20:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:09:59.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Chanson du Soleil</title><content type='html'>Amor expressionista -- há quem não resista&lt;br /&gt;o eu-lírico feminino sob uma óptica machista&lt;br /&gt;Nosferatu me desculpe, mas eu sou mais realista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzvB0YX3NEI&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzvB0YX3NEI&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra, voz e música - &lt;/span&gt;joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edição -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fala introdutória - &lt;/span&gt;breno fernandes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagens - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nosferatu&lt;/span&gt; [1922, f. w. murnau]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2738543388224590860?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2738543388224590860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2738543388224590860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2738543388224590860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2738543388224590860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-chanson-du-soleil.html' title='La Chanson du Soleil'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3183040117215047006</id><published>2009-08-09T12:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:13:50.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Culture Émotionnelle</title><content type='html'>Não sei bem o que dizer sobre isso... Talvez seja mais uma tola e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; canção de amor. Mas talvez seja um retrato dos desentendimentos entre duas pessoas que um dia se amaram e, depois, tornaram-se simplesmente habituadas uma a outra. Os caminhos se separam, as direções olhadas são distintas, e aí chega o ponto que nenhum dos dois fala mais a mesma língua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/123934238/79ec1a63" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/lacultureemotionnelle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra -&lt;/span&gt; marccela vegah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voz -&lt;/span&gt; marccela vegah e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius, com improvisação de saulo dourado [chocalho]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3183040117215047006?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3183040117215047006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3183040117215047006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3183040117215047006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3183040117215047006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-culture-emotionnelle.html' title='La Culture Émotionnelle'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7007557732263868618</id><published>2009-08-05T12:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:16:25.493-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pareta Calderash'/><title type='text'>Soneto da Encruzilhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SnmrONtx9jI/AAAAAAAAARU/0rJUWP5FXo0/s1600-h/encruzilhada2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SnmrONtx9jI/AAAAAAAAARU/0rJUWP5FXo0/s400/encruzilhada2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366508691676853810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seu antigo blog, o escritor &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ranchocarne.org/"&gt;Daniel Galera&lt;/a&gt; escreveu, a respeito do contexto de criação de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Até o dia em que o cão morreu&lt;/span&gt;, que chamava a sua atenção "um fenômeno de certa apatia entre as pessoas da minha idade e minha classe social, um excesso de possibilidades que desnorteava as pessoas, tornava tudo no mundo equivalente, e portanto igualmente desinteressante."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebo algo similar em muitas pessoas da minha idade e minha classe social, eu inclusive. Sonhamos em fazer um pouco de tudo na vida, mas, sem saber por onde começar — ou ter ânimo para começar –, às vezes optamos por continuar sentados na mesa do bar, sonhando. Nos dá pavor a ideia de escolher um caminho e gastar a carta da escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos parados na encruzilhada das possibilidades infinitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;versão 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/123116059/67af409b" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vila.bol.com.br/sonetodaencruzilhada.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;versão 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/123116106/8ba5c378" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; álvaro andrade [versão 1] e pareta calderash [versão 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ilustração -&lt;/span&gt; álvaro andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7007557732263868618?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7007557732263868618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7007557732263868618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7007557732263868618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7007557732263868618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/soneto-da-encruzilhada.html' title='Soneto da Encruzilhada'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SnmrONtx9jI/AAAAAAAAARU/0rJUWP5FXo0/s72-c/encruzilhada2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2514926580037275434</id><published>2009-08-04T00:54:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:18:11.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Verwandlung (excerto)</title><content type='html'>Há tempos, eu (Breno) levei para um de nossos encontros uma canção do &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.myspace.com/monclarvalverde"&gt;Mestre Monclar Valverde&lt;/a&gt; cuja letra era o início de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Metamorfose&lt;/span&gt;, de Franz Kafka, em francês. É uma música belíssima: para além da cadência do texto -- não lembro quem foi o tradutor, perdoem, só me recordo do fato de que era poeta -- para além da cadência do texto, a melodia cria uma atmosfera que transita entre luz e sombra, como a própria obra do Kafka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka é um de meus autores favoritos, uma referência tanto literária quanto filosófica. Quando, então, descobri que Vegah falava alemão, não pude deixar de pedir-lhe que me lesse o princípio de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Metamorfose&lt;/span&gt; no original. (Kafka, apesar de ser checo, escrevia em alemão. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se você tem uma ideia incrível...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria escutar a sonoridade, a força das palavras que ele escolheu. Como João também estava seduzido pela desafio de tentar criar sua própria leitura da atmosfera da obra (e acho que ele conseguiu bastante bem), resolvemos gravá-la, e aí está. Um singelo presente àqueles que, como nós, admiram este autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou aproveitar a deixa para falar ainda da nossa produção em outras línguas. No último encontro, Saulo e eu conversávamos sobre isto. Para não mencionar o fato de um dos nossos barulhentos (Lois) ser galego, o que pontuei naquele momento foi que, de certa forma, pode ser mais fácil escrever em outra língua, porque, com nosso vocabulário restrito, acabamos por aceitar aquela única palavra que sabemos para representar algo. A nossa língua-mãe, ao invés, se nos apresenta um amplo leque de opções, nos deixa escolhas -- e todos que escrevem sabem a tarefa árdua que pode ser escolher entre um mas e um porém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para estender meu argumento, cito Borges, um texto fruto de uma conferência, intitulado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensamento e Poesia&lt;/span&gt;, que me foi apresentado pelo próprio Monclar. A tese sustentada por Borges aí é a de que a ideia válida para a música, sobre a impossibilidade de cindir a forma da substância, também o é para a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seus estudos histórico-linguísticos, Borges nos mostra que as palavras não começaram abstratas (no sentido de convencionadas), mas concretas, com um forte significado, envoltas em mágica -- “acredito que, nesse caso, 'concretas' signifique quase o mesmo que 'poéticas'”, escreve ele. Para deixar cá um exemplo, vale transcrever sua análise da palavra “noite”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...podemos presumir que, de início, ela representava a própria noite – sua escuridão, suas ameaças, as estrelas cintilantes. Então, depois de tanto tempo, passamos ao sentido abstrato da palavra 'noite' – o período entre o crepúsculo do corvo [...] e o crepúsculo da pomba, o princípio do dia.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as nossas limitações, nós gostamos de pensar que buscamos essa concretude mágica das palavras. Em todas as línguas com as quais nos relacionamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/122762870/6f3a68eb" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/dieverwandlung.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; franz kafka [&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://mybebook.com/download_free_ebook/kafka-franz-1883-1924_ebooks/die-verwandlung/ebook14017.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a metamorfose&lt;/span&gt;, no original&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; marccela vegah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2514926580037275434?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2514926580037275434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2514926580037275434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2514926580037275434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2514926580037275434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/08/die-verwandlung-excerto.html' title='Die Verwandlung (excerto)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8623591821434900873</id><published>2009-07-31T20:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:19:43.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>Segundas feiras podem ser felizes, assim como paixões à primeira vista podem ser infelizes. Os paradoxos da vida, enfim...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/122060522/439796e2" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/happymonday.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;b&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;letra e melodia -&lt;/b&gt; marccela vegah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;voz -&lt;/b&gt; marccela vegah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;música e segunda voz -&lt;/b&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8623591821434900873?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8623591821434900873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8623591821434900873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8623591821434900873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8623591821434900873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3228151857545392751</id><published>2009-07-29T16:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:19:16.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa de cinema</title><content type='html'>Uma carta de amor ao universo da sétima arte... Ou seria a proposição de um jogo de palavras com os títulos de filme contando uma história de amor? Ou uma brincadeira irreverente repleta de referências cinematográficas lhe fazendo se confundir sobre o que é ou não filme nesta história? Enfim, algo assim. E vale a pena ver de novo. E de novo. E de novo. E de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbaRHRUBrrI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto, leitura e edição&lt;/strong&gt; - gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trilha e ambientação sonora&lt;/strong&gt; - cebola pessoa&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/4818220089987349647-3228151857545392751?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3228151857545392751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3228151857545392751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3228151857545392751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3228151857545392751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisa-de-cinema.html' title='Coisa de cinema'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8723425292383526092</id><published>2009-07-27T20:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:38:51.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra não dizer que não falei de amor</title><content type='html'>O vídeo abaixo apresenta Gabriel Camões e João Vinícius cantando uma antiga composição em parceria, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pra não dizer que não falei de amor&lt;/span&gt;, na reunião do Coletivo de ontem. Seguramente postaremos, no futuro, uma versão melhor trabalhada da música, mas vale o vídeo como registro de uma bela canção e também do clima que permeia nossos encontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/11DXKkFpQDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/11DXKkFpQDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8723425292383526092?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8723425292383526092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8723425292383526092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8723425292383526092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8723425292383526092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-video-abaixo-apresenta-gabriel-camoes.html' title='Pra não dizer que não falei de amor'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1427675337103464193</id><published>2009-07-24T13:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:21:01.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plataforma Blues</title><content type='html'>O BLUES urbano, o caos do vazio, o compasso da solidão. O deboche é a ferramenta principal de quem pensa que não tem mais nada a perder. Um brinde à plataforma que nos abriga enquanto aguardamos o trem da felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/120355290/2a57d1e5" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/plataformablues.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra e melodia -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voz, violão e guitarra -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poema recitado -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulo_Leminski"&gt;paulo leminski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1427675337103464193?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1427675337103464193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1427675337103464193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1427675337103464193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1427675337103464193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/plataforma-blues.html' title='Plataforma Blues'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7857831705905738304</id><published>2009-07-24T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:31:31.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desligue a TV</title><content type='html'>Dizem por aí que "uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras"... E o que dizer de várias imagens? E o que não dizer? Pois é, tive a sacação de filmar a idéia desse texto que fiz aqui pro coletivo. Foi do nada, por nada, de madrugada, numa sentada... E o resultado deu nisso daí que vocês vão ver agora. Desligue a Tv. Aperte o play. Vire a página. Proteste. Grite “Fora Sarney”. Foda-se se o Bonner irá te ouvir ou não. Se a sua consciência o ouvir já será uma boa coisa. Pronto, falei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8eM-1HsagE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto, leitura, interpretação e edição&lt;/strong&gt; - gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mixagem e ambientação sonora&lt;/strong&gt; - joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7857831705905738304?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7857831705905738304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7857831705905738304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7857831705905738304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7857831705905738304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/desligue-tv.html' title='Desligue a TV'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5373956088138801063</id><published>2009-07-22T07:25:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:23:26.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Técnicas de masturbação entre Batman e Robin (A solidão)</title><content type='html'>Ao contrário de &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/madame-bovary-excerto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-grande-gatsby-excerto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Grande Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; em que Cebola e João, respectivamente, tiraram melodias a partir de excertos que eu li por acaso durante nossos encontros, agora -- agora João já vinha pensando obcecadamente em uma melodia por semanas, tinha mesmo o refrão pronto e, tão logo me ouviu ler o trecho de um livrinho do colombiano Efraim Medina Reyes, soube que tinha achado o que faltava para sua música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Técnicas de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masturbación entre Batman y Robin&lt;/span&gt; é uma coletânea de novelas de um humor ácido e triste sobre o amor. O que apresentamos aqui é uma reflexão sobre a sua raiz: a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/716327498/a66d7aad" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/tecnicasdemasturbacao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Efraim_Medina_Reyes"&gt;efraim medina reyes&lt;/a&gt; e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música - &lt;/span&gt;joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5373956088138801063?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5373956088138801063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5373956088138801063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5373956088138801063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5373956088138801063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/tecnicas-de-masturbacao-entre-batman-e.html' title='Técnicas de masturbação entre Batman e Robin (A solidão)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3737242537900931393</id><published>2009-07-21T19:40:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:23:39.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Revista</title><content type='html'>Folheando, sem pretensões, algumas poucas páginas de um revista de assinatura obrigatória, cheia de páginas e em permanente construção. Uma revista chamada "Vida" e que apresenta conteúdos diferentes para cada par de olhos que nela repousa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/119696487/353a98d9" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3737242537900931393?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3737242537900931393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3737242537900931393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3737242537900931393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3737242537900931393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-revista.html' title='Vida Revista'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3492018107180297396</id><published>2009-07-14T20:59:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:27:15.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Álcool e Cigarro</title><content type='html'>Tudo que uma mulher apaixonada precisa ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/118137794/fe1002b3" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/alcoolecigarro.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura - &lt;/strong&gt;gabriel camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto - &lt;/strong&gt;joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música - &lt;/strong&gt;joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3492018107180297396?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3492018107180297396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3492018107180297396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3492018107180297396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3492018107180297396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/alcool-e-cigarro.html' title='Álcool e Cigarro'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4373452999460002496</id><published>2009-07-08T19:51:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:31:22.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldado Amarelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SlUk71YZ9II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/R8vBJ9MXKSw/s1600-h/soldado+amarelo+ilustracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356227942187398274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SlUk71YZ9II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/R8vBJ9MXKSw/s400/soldado+amarelo+ilustracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa escala entre um caminho e outro, em Charlotte - USA, passou por mim o tal soldado. Mas... soldado?, pensei. Ele é da minha idade ou ainda mais jovem que eu! O espanto. O texto saiu gritando pelos dedos, agarrou com força as páginas de um bloquinho de papel, como se tivesse medo. Continuei o caminho que era meu, mas aquele soldado também era eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/116840110/6deefe2c" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/soldadoamarelo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilustração - &lt;/strong&gt;álvaro andrade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;álvaro andrade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leitura - &lt;/strong&gt;álvaro andrade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;música -&lt;/strong&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4373452999460002496?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4373452999460002496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4373452999460002496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4373452999460002496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4373452999460002496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/07/soldado-amarelo.html' title='Soldado Amarelo'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SlUk71YZ9II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/R8vBJ9MXKSw/s72-c/soldado+amarelo+ilustracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7286420036686083175</id><published>2009-06-30T21:39:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:34:26.207-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marceleza'/><title type='text'>Garota</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Skq1C2EbpcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w9itZEqIJO4/s1600-h/GAROTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353290167561725378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 251px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Skq1C2EbpcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w9itZEqIJO4/s400/GAROTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa sociedade moderna, em que os valores são questionados sem tabus ou distinção de sexo, meros detalhes ainda servem de subterfúgio para uma natureza sexual, ou para à partir dela tirar proveito. Neste caso, a redenção do coração de um homem suplanta toda e qualquer distinção de que este tenha que agir como tal. A cabeça perde a razão e o coração bate mais alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garota I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/114970882/4690a79a" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garota II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/114973931/2f1aea32" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilustração - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/pontoelinha"&gt;marceleza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letra e melodia -&lt;/strong&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voz e leitura - &lt;/strong&gt;joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música - &lt;/strong&gt;joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música incidental em Garota II -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe in miracles&lt;/span&gt; [dee dee ramone e daniel ray]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7286420036686083175?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7286420036686083175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7286420036686083175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7286420036686083175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7286420036686083175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/06/garota.html' title='Garota'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Skq1C2EbpcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w9itZEqIJO4/s72-c/GAROTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4218434873453447128</id><published>2009-06-16T21:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:02:37.137-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marceleza'/><title type='text'>Receita de Chapati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem vê assim prontinho não imagina a quizila que deu. Foi preciso desacertar duas vezes - erra até mais, a gente - pra ganhar a vida própria e ficar independente. Assim sendo, não é mais meu, falei. Eu sou só, o começo, mas o filho é de três. É o que agora? Animação? Música? Poema? E que te(i)ma! Não quero mais tomar parte: resolvam vocês essa arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc123.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc123.4shared.com/img/112319113/df87bbbc/dlink__2Fdownload_2F112319113_2Fdf87bbbc_3Ftsid_3D20090616-201821-a66b4229/preview.flv&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/112319113/df87bbbc/Receita_de_Chapati.html&amp;amp;image=http://dc123.4shared.com/img/112319113/df87bbbc/Receita_de_Chapati.wmv&amp;amp;logo=http://dc123.4shared.com/images/logo.png" height="320" width="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilustração e animação &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/pontoelinha"&gt;marceleza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto &lt;/strong&gt;- álvaro andrade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leitura&lt;/strong&gt; - álvaro andrade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;música &lt;/strong&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4218434873453447128?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4218434873453447128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4218434873453447128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4218434873453447128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4218434873453447128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/06/receita-de-chapati.html' title='Receita de Chapati'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4881175240864884692</id><published>2009-06-11T13:44:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:14:34.033-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marceleza'/><title type='text'>Lubrifica Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SjE6lA-762I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yg712HqLgz8/s1600-h/Lubrifica+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346118640259033954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SjE6lA-762I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yg712HqLgz8/s400/Lubrifica+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eis aqui uma tradução poética da masturbação feminina. A cada toque uma descoberta, a cada sussurro uma (auto-)afirmação. Em meio às figuras e metáforas, o tesão transcende a poesia e combate o pudor. Lubrifica é um imperativo mal utilizado que cede espaço à liberdade de ser e sentir como se queira; uma oportunidade ao desejo. Sem mais delongas, é sempre tempo de lubrificar o amor, o rancor, as ideias e o pré-conceito... Sem fluidos a vida não flui.&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/165966824/e1a59ee4" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/lubrificamenina.html" target="_blank"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilustração &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.fotolog.com/pontoelinha"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com.br/pontoelinha"&gt;marceleza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto&lt;/strong&gt; - verónica méndez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura e gemidos &lt;/strong&gt;- verónica méndez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música &lt;/strong&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4881175240864884692?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4881175240864884692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4881175240864884692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4881175240864884692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4881175240864884692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/06/eis-aqui-uma-traducao-poetica-da.html' title='Lubrifica Menina'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SjE6lA-762I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yg712HqLgz8/s72-c/Lubrifica+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-643189643992068999</id><published>2009-06-07T09:28:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:44:39.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a chuva enche a lagoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XWd_MKazp5wTIhmPN7XJSA?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SiuzsrbTFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RMB66Ly9VT0/s800/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvidos atentos para as melodias de um dos tantos encontros mágicos promovidos pela natureza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A eternidade ecoa / quando a chuva enche a lagoa." &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/110386838/b75e5837" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem &lt;/strong&gt;- autor desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto&lt;/strong&gt; - cebola pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura&lt;/strong&gt; - cebola pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música &lt;/strong&gt;- cebola pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-643189643992068999?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/643189643992068999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=643189643992068999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/643189643992068999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/643189643992068999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-chuva-enche-lagoa.html' title='Quando a chuva enche a lagoa'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SiuzsrbTFxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RMB66Ly9VT0/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6398095545026061341</id><published>2009-06-02T21:21:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:45:30.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio para uma última conversa</title><content type='html'>Uma história. Sem muitos capítulos e sem maiores reviravoltas. Um sofá. Com muitos capítulos e reviravoltas maiores que o próprio móvel. E a vontade de dizer pra si mesmo as últimas palavras de um diálogo interno. O último suspiro antes de pedir à vida a conta dessa farra e deixar as lembranças e aquele sofá para trás, pra, (quem sabe) lá na frente, revirar a alma pelo avesso em um novo sofá. Ou numa nova vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/109518873/2644f7a9" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto&lt;/strong&gt; - gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura&lt;/strong&gt; - gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música ambiente e ambientação&lt;/strong&gt; - joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6398095545026061341?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6398095545026061341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6398095545026061341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6398095545026061341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6398095545026061341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/06/ensaio-para-uma-ultima-conversa.html' title='Ensaio para uma última conversa'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-209863056006954600</id><published>2009-06-01T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:26:01.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiago Expinho'/><title type='text'>Wi Pití Pití</title><content type='html'>Nascido e criado nas praias da Cidade Baixa de Salvador, este filme é danado como eu/como você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Ode atochada num mundo Pós-Moleque que teima e vive se bulindo todo enfiado. Docu-Drama-Fake-Sexy-Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindos ao meu ensolarado universo, o qual exploro e sobre o qual me debruço sem nenhum escrúpulo ou pudor, indo da Lambada escrota de Michel Nerplat até a um revisitado arrocha de Cebola Pessoa. Dos amores de um velho lobo do mar, como o Prof. Dilton Rossi e um casal adolescente, até uma fictícia relação de Preto e Branca circundados pelas doces letras do saudoso Poeta do fim do dia, José Maria Nunes Marques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem a vontade e bom filme. CURTA AÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Xqnc8tUj5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Xqnc8tUj5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;direç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o -&lt;/span&gt; expinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ão -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; chimichanga filmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elenco -&lt;/span&gt; alice marques, alex cicinho leite, luana leão, yanna karolina, joão marcelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-209863056006954600?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/209863056006954600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=209863056006954600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/209863056006954600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/209863056006954600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/11/wi-piti-piti.html' title='Wi Pití Pití'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3642714368413918335</id><published>2009-05-29T23:14:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:41:23.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lê Minski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SiCYHc8OW4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UtiBk3Sf__c/s1600-h/L+minsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341436411856706434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SiCYHc8OW4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UtiBk3Sf__c/s400/L+minsky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia alguém me disse que existem dois tipos de pessoas no mundo: As pessoas que costumam fazer homenagem a outras e as que são dignas e merecedoras de serem homenageadas. Leminski é uma daquelas pessoas que merece mais que uma homenagem. Mais que muitas. Mais que uma vida inteira de poesia. Leminski é mais que uma pessoa. Mais que muitas. Mais que uma vida inteira de poesia. Aqui tentei fazer a minha parte. A primeira parte de muitas. A primeira parte de uma vida inteira de poesia. &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;/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;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/108671552/b906f5de" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manipulação de imagem&lt;/strong&gt; - joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto &lt;/strong&gt;- gabriel camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura&lt;/strong&gt; - gabriel camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt; - joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3642714368413918335?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3642714368413918335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3642714368413918335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3642714368413918335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3642714368413918335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/le-minski_29.html' title='Lê Minski'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SiCYHc8OW4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/UtiBk3Sf__c/s72-c/L+minsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3650409789683661156</id><published>2009-05-28T20:44:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:43:20.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Café Blasé</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quem lida com criação e tem um computador como ferramenta bem sabe da necessidade daqueles 10 minutos de descanso de duas em duas horas, três em três, pouco importa. Os 10 minutos. A pausa pro café, quem sabe um cigarro. Café preto, bem forte, com aquele leve gosto de torrado da cafeteira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wallita&lt;/span&gt;, que está &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alí&lt;/span&gt; sempre presente aquecendo o que te faz esquecer que água existe na jornada de trabalho. O cigarro, quando não te toma como um dependente, completa o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STATUS&lt;/span&gt;. A leve cruzada de pés, em pé com um dos ombros encostado na parede, sozinho ou acompanhado. Está agora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;configurado o&lt;/span&gt; tipo Café &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blasé&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/108441411/4fc9d08c/Caf_Blas.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/119876066/5e8df20c" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/cafeblase.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto, música e melodia &lt;/strong&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leitura e voz&lt;/strong&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3650409789683661156?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3650409789683661156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3650409789683661156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3650409789683661156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3650409789683661156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/cafe-blase.html' title='Café Blasé'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2614692642011901898</id><published>2009-05-19T08:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:46:59.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recado de ontem</title><content type='html'>Que este não seja o último suspiro de inspiração de um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/106366540/ee565e54" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2614692642011901898?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2614692642011901898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2614692642011901898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2614692642011901898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2614692642011901898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/recado-de-ontem.html' title='Recado de ontem'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1830955716166363777</id><published>2009-05-15T20:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:47:54.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção de amor</title><content type='html'>A canção na qual eu não acredito mais, falida nas rádios e mídias audiofônicas, ainda permanece sincera por entre os acordes e versos das canções de amor. Por mais que estas sejam feitas aos quilos por compositores que gananciam a fama, sustentam sua sobrevivência, ou mesmo pelo amador que escreve da porta do quarto para dentro, em algum momento, um intervalo de tempo em que o lápis não toca o papel, um minuto de silêncio é gerado. Este é o silêncio mais genuinamente sincero, que só quem escreve uma canção de amor ainda carrega consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/105642237/aebb04ac" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e breno fernandes (trecho em francês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões (voz), joão vinícius (melodia, guitarra e violão), rafael campêlo (baixo) e igor andrade (bateria)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1830955716166363777?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1830955716166363777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1830955716166363777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1830955716166363777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1830955716166363777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancao-de-amor.html' title='Canção de amor'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8438003618482365769</id><published>2009-05-13T07:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:48:49.193-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmanuel Mirdad'/><title type='text'>Sina</title><content type='html'>O maior presente que a minha mãe e o meu pai me deram foi o meu nome. Mais que a vida. Porque esta é inerente, um cumprimento meramente biológico, que serve apenas aos vermes, no fim. Já o nome, como a obra, é o que fica. Mesmo que seja por uma geração, somente. Se for. E além do símbolo, o presente me traz também a compressão mais aguda do que a ânsia por oxigênio: a obrigação de sagrar o meu legado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/105076812/ffeb19ed" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.elmirdad.blogspot.com/"&gt;emmanuel mirdad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; emmanuel mirdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8438003618482365769?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8438003618482365769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8438003618482365769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8438003618482365769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8438003618482365769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/sina.html' title='Sina'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5476623747828322281</id><published>2009-05-11T17:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:49:43.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras</title><content type='html'>Isto é unha pequena improvisación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/104768907/f195d39b" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5476623747828322281?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5476623747828322281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5476623747828322281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5476623747828322281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5476623747828322281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/palabras.html' title='Palabras'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3865723739803371317</id><published>2009-05-08T10:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:51:23.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugo Sangiorgi'/><title type='text'>A hora da borboleta</title><content type='html'>Sei que vai ser difícil acreditar, mas este texto era parte de uma história de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terror&lt;/span&gt;, até aparecer essa música sexy, algo psicodélica, que raptou o excerto e tomou-o como seu. Não tentei um resgate, essas coisas acontecem, textos são tão volúveis quanto as pessoas em seus relacionamentos, e o que todo mundo busca, enfim, é um encaixe perfeito.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/104131413/848a9677" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/ahoradaborboleta.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; verónika méndez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coisasqueaconteceramcomigo.wordpress.com/"&gt;ugo sangiorgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3865723739803371317?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3865723739803371317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3865723739803371317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3865723739803371317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3865723739803371317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/hora-da-borboleta.html' title='A hora da borboleta'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-655431694652602779</id><published>2009-05-07T01:04:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:52:14.765-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcelino Freire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardo de Paula'/><title type='text'>S2</title><content type='html'>Ele cedeu. Depois de muito insistir, desde a formação deste coletivo, o querido amigo e literato ("temporariamente despraticante") Saulo Dourado compareceu a uma reunião para o registro de alguns dos seus trabalhos. Dentre estes, uma frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com uma frase? Muita coisa. A prova está aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/103860690/442a1ef8" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; saulo dourado, joão vinícius, marcelino freire, bernardo de paula, álvaro andrade, breno fernandes e gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e o espírito de maria bethânia, através de gabriel camões (capela incidental)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-655431694652602779?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/655431694652602779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=655431694652602779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/655431694652602779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/655431694652602779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/s2.html' title='S2'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-858116123193234684</id><published>2009-05-06T00:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:52:36.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Grosso'/><title type='text'>Notícia de uma coluna social no jornal de segunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(52, 125, 126);"&gt;A primeira vez que falei esse poema foi há duas semanas atrás no Corujão da Poesia da livraria &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letras e Expressões&lt;/span&gt; lá do Leblon. Eu costumo iniciar de forma bem alegre a visualização do espetáculo que é essa mulher, e da sensação de fama e brilho e barulho e espanto que ela causa. Depois minha voz toma um aspecto mais duro, se envolvendo com o silêncio, revelando minimamente as cenas finais. Lá no Corujão, quando as cenas do poema chegaram ao fim todo mundo ficou em silêncio. Pensei que tivesse ofendido alguém (às vezes penso que esse texto é uma piada suja, gratuita, completamente idiota), tanto que por poucos segundos fiquei parado, olhando pro povo, querendo repartir a angústia que é chegar ao fim desse poema. Dei dois passos pra trás e assim foi. Aplausos. Os amigos vieram. Tem um buraco de bala no centro do livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kE1eCCLPXa4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kE1eCCLPXa4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produção musical -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edição -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AlbGrosso"&gt;alberto grosso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-858116123193234684?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/858116123193234684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=858116123193234684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/858116123193234684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/858116123193234684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/noticia-de-uma-coluna-social-no-jornal.html' title='Notícia de uma coluna social no jornal de segunda'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7961861353584824235</id><published>2009-05-04T07:23:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:54:19.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcelino Freire'/><title type='text'>Manual para um voo tranquilo (Marcelino descobre Pardal)</title><content type='html'>Este trabalho é um flagrante. Tendo em mãos o fanzine que o poeta e membro do Coletivo Gabriel Pardal distribui no Rio de Janeiro, com sua arte gráfica e poética, o amigo Marcelino Freire não resistiu a deliciar-se com os textos presentes no livreto. Na pausa de uma das gravações que veio fazer conosco, ele aproveitou para recitar um desses; curiosamente, o microfone já apontava pra o próprio Marcelino. Bom, era só apertar REC e registrar esse fantástico momento da descoberta de um grande poeta da nossa geração por outro, tão reluzente quanto. A prova de que arte não é concorrência. É admiração, respeito, descobertas e inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/103305427/e86773af" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.eraodito.blogspot.com"&gt;marcelino freire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7961861353584824235?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7961861353584824235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7961861353584824235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7961861353584824235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7961861353584824235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/manual-para-um-voo-tranquilo-marcelino.html' title='Manual para um voo tranquilo (Marcelino descobre Pardal)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-10867092974184290</id><published>2009-05-02T17:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:03:08.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo bom uso do fogo</title><content type='html'>Vamos falar da mais pura subsistência, daquela que, em sua infinitude, desconhece a manifestação do ego e esvazia qualquer tentativa de acúmulo. Falar de quando o pote está cheio e é possível saborear a alegria de compartilhar; de quando, ausente a expectativa, se pode ver a mais límpida contemplação. Vamos falar desses momentos em que o mais corriqueiro pensamento visita a mais sublime descoberta, seja na atmosfera de um bom velho disco antigo ou na profunda magia de pescar canções no ar. Para que dentro desse instante possamos viver a grande causa que é a vida! Mesmo sem a legalização, ou sequer marcha; mesmo sem voz nos veículos de comunicação ou em filmes premiados na Alemanha, mas com a presença infinita do amor, sempre a frutificar como música o sorriso no coração de milhões. Até chegar o dia em que o homem seja reconhecido pela capacidade de propagá-lo e os encantados multiplicadores de hoje, sujeitos iluminados de uma causa sem fronteiras, se vejam ainda mais livres a ponto de serem aceitos em abraços por todos aqueles que condenam o seu modo de vida. E todo ser humano se libertará do karma da vingança, do eterno ciclo destrutivo da mente que se aprisiona no poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta fala há de guiar os próximos dessa caminhada que nos antecede, que ela seja uma fala precisa. Uma fala que contemple toda a sabedoria de viver cada dia com aquilo que a natureza nos dá. Uma fala que traga consigo a suavidade e a envolvência de um reggae nayambinghi e que habite na imensidão de humildade que cada nova colheita haverá de nos trazer. Uma fala que, indo direto ao coração, faça a nossa satisfação da alma um fruto ainda mais verde.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_black.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.4shared.com/download/103032701/6d973a86" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;letra e música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-10867092974184290?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/10867092974184290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=10867092974184290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/10867092974184290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/10867092974184290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/05/pelo-bom-uso-do-fogo.html' title='Pelo bom uso do fogo'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-259348664351620913</id><published>2009-04-27T21:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:54:55.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrocherie</title><content type='html'>Acho que tenho vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acho que não sei o que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/102113468/ef0077e9" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; mariele góes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; mariele góes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-259348664351620913?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/259348664351620913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=259348664351620913&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/259348664351620913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/259348664351620913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrocherie-master.html' title='Arrocherie'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6015480085769070656</id><published>2009-04-23T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:33:08.507-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcelino Freire'/><title type='text'>Homo Erectus</title><content type='html'>Um luxo só! Para entrar para a pré-história. Digo assim: essa animação brilhantemente feita à mão pelo carioca RODRIGO BURDMAN em cima do meu conto "HOMO ERECTUS" (extraído do livro "BaléRalé", Ateliê Editorial, 2003). Sem contar a fenomenal narração do grande PAULO CÉSAR PEREIO. Encostem os ouvidos e olhos nesta aventura gráfica-sonora e bora-embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8Imk7B7s1c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8Imk7B7s1c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.eraodito.blogspot.com"&gt;marcelino freire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;animação -&lt;/span&gt; rodrigo burdman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;narração -&lt;/span&gt; paulo césar pereio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6015480085769070656?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6015480085769070656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6015480085769070656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6015480085769070656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6015480085769070656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/homo-erectus.html' title='Homo Erectus'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-123302593986659992</id><published>2009-04-21T16:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:55:34.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edinaldo Mota'/><title type='text'>La Caverna</title><content type='html'>A Caverna: numa escuridão, estão presos os homens. Enjaulados, só conseguem olhar para o que está diante dos seus narizes. Nada de passeios, nada de ver a luz do dia. O dia, escuro sempre, se resume a ver passarem as sombras de um mundo distante. Mas estes homens não sabem sequer o que são sombras, porque não conhecem sequer a luz! As palmas para Platão, merecidas, nos levam a carregar dentro de nós um pouco destes homens: será que vivemos cerrados dentro de um calabouço de ecos, de sombras, em que aquilo que vemos é somente o que nós temos na nossa frente? Por que meus companheiros não me vêem? Por que não sou eu aquele que pode criar isto que chamam de sombra? Por que não posso, eu mesmo, ser a luz? A luz, branca chega cega, não pertence a este lugar, a esta caverna. Precisa-se, então, sair. Agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3hiXANjqyM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3hiXANjqyM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vencedor do melhor curta universitário do festival Nontzefilm 2008 (Espanha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elenco - &lt;/span&gt;joaquin navamuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produção &amp;amp; realização -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://twitter.com/edinaldojr"&gt;edinaldo mota&lt;/a&gt;, garazi erdaide, mireia casadevall, nina neves, ticiane bicelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;direção artística -&lt;/span&gt; esther camacho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orientação -&lt;/span&gt; rosa martins sabarís [facultad de ciencias sociales y de la comunicación, universidade del país vasco, espanha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trilha sonora -&lt;/span&gt; emerson taquari ["poema percursivo"]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-123302593986659992?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/123302593986659992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=123302593986659992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/123302593986659992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/123302593986659992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-caverna.html' title='La Caverna'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2691411341213368374</id><published>2009-04-20T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:55:56.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boca</title><content type='html'>Entrada e saída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/102113468/ef0077e9" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/boca.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2691411341213368374?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2691411341213368374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2691411341213368374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2691411341213368374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2691411341213368374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/boca.html' title='Boca'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4945317752285318681</id><published>2009-04-19T11:48:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:56:59.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia de outrora</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Ses6o9OZZeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pzggqTJKcI0/baba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos vividos em outra época, palavras escritas agora, no presente. Poesia de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto saudosista. Uma espécie de fusão entre poema e prosa. Uma costura de pensamentos e lembranças de uma infância cada vez mais distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando criança, como ninguém, sonhava ser alguém... Sem saber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/100233322/53d7d91" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foto -&lt;/span&gt; mariele góes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura - &lt;/span&gt;gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4945317752285318681?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4945317752285318681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4945317752285318681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4945317752285318681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4945317752285318681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-de-outrora.html' title='Poesia de outrora'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Ses6o9OZZeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pzggqTJKcI0/s72-c/baba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3464957716058433169</id><published>2009-04-16T11:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:12:44.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia Suja (Ato II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SedCIdPnERI/AAAAAAAAANw/hs7MxJjakPQ/s1600-h/Ps+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SedCIdPnERI/AAAAAAAAANw/hs7MxJjakPQ/s400/Ps+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297797445390610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, a poesia perdida não está nas palavras, a sujeira não está na estrutura ou conteúdo, muito menos no lirismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/98940881/1e18cb17" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;montagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;ão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto &lt;/span&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3464957716058433169?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3464957716058433169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3464957716058433169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3464957716058433169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3464957716058433169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-suja-ato-ii.html' title='Poesia Suja (Ato II)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SedCIdPnERI/AAAAAAAAANw/hs7MxJjakPQ/s72-c/Ps+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6956697529634664058</id><published>2009-04-14T12:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:11:30.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia Suja (Ato I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SeW8y6kP68I/AAAAAAAAANo/nYblHAYxTlg/s1600-h/Ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SeW8y6kP68I/AAAAAAAAANo/nYblHAYxTlg/s800/Ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324869717336255426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Busca pela beleza perdida, a poesia não é mais bela, repentinamente desapareceram com ela e, pela escolha de dois caminhos, partindo de onde fora vista pela última vez, inicia-se a caçada, esta, dividida em três atos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/98019625/7be35bbc" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;montagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;ão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto &lt;/span&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&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/4818220089987349647-6956697529634664058?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6956697529634664058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6956697529634664058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6956697529634664058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6956697529634664058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-suja-ato-i.html' title='Poesia Suja (Ato I)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SeW8y6kP68I/AAAAAAAAANo/nYblHAYxTlg/s72-c/Ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8852210225286409397</id><published>2009-04-13T11:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:16:49.104-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robson Carneiro'/><title type='text'>Poema de um dia qualquer</title><content type='html'>É lamentável notar que alguns lutam sempre pela mesma causa. As causas deveriam mudar com as calças, pois é difícil ser rebelde sem elas. A vida é órfã de razão e propósito. Talvez seja por isso que tudo é absurdo quando visto, dito e observado fora do contexto original. Nada faz sentido depois de passado algum tempo. Os livros de Kafka estão velhos e caducos. Que me venham leitores revoltados! Os observadores estão cegos e dizem que o romantismo é o meu forte, o deboche também. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poema de um dia qualquer&lt;/span&gt; é uma dessas coisas, inteiramente, fora do contexto.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/98019333/8d500d23" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://twitter.com/robsoncarneiro"&gt;robson carneiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; robson carneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8852210225286409397?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8852210225286409397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8852210225286409397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8852210225286409397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8852210225286409397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/poema-de-um-dia-qualquer.html' title='Poema de um dia qualquer'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2167460763078343015</id><published>2009-04-12T21:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:15:38.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danilo Rohrs'/><title type='text'>Eu corro</title><content type='html'>17h. O sol já não maltrata tanto. O ponto de partida pode ser o Porto da Barra. De início o aquecimento na baulastrada, em seguida uma corrida normal, como tantas vezes já havia feito e, como tantas outras, normal apenas no começo, até as lembranças e vozes internas te questionarem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXORCISAR É PRECISO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aumenta-se o ritmo, a corrida já não é mais na calçada, é no asfalto, é dada a largada, uma competição entre você, seus tormentos e os carros. A alma se solta, ganha asas e você já não acompanha o compasso dos pés tocando o chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/98019140/589c1e30" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/eucorro.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?rl=mp&amp;uid=12330307457925307494"&gt;danilo rohrs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2167460763078343015?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2167460763078343015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2167460763078343015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2167460763078343015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2167460763078343015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-corro.html' title='Eu corro'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4116018370986691449</id><published>2009-04-11T20:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:14:29.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra mim, pra você</title><content type='html'>No final, como nem sempre o que sobra são flores, e muito menos bens materiais, o que resta são os desejos a serem repartidos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/98018619/e1c42331" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/pramimpravoce.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura &lt;/span&gt;- joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4116018370986691449?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4116018370986691449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4116018370986691449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4116018370986691449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4116018370986691449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/pra-mim-pra-voce.html' title='Pra mim, pra você'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2558011621138804293</id><published>2009-04-08T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:13:42.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia sua</title><content type='html'>Transpirar é saudável. O suor parece um inconveniente, mas é um processo. Poetar também é saudável. A poesia parece diferente, mas também é um processo. Funkear também é saudável. O funk parece inconsequente, mas é um processo, por que não? Transpirar é preciso. Recitar não é preciso. Poesia com suor e uma pegada de funk soa como algo autêntico, ou melhor dizendo... SUA como algo autêntico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transpira, sua, transpira, sua... A poesia que já não é minha. Nem sua. A poesia sua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/97325384/8d6a8664" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e gabriel camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2558011621138804293?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2558011621138804293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2558011621138804293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2558011621138804293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2558011621138804293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/poesia-sua.html' title='Poesia sua'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-599875044691366096</id><published>2009-04-07T14:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:57:04.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Bovary (excerto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madame Bovary&lt;/span&gt;, romance escrito pelo francês Gustave Flaubert [1821 - 1880], é uma importante obra da literatura universal. Precursora do realismo, conta a história de Emma, uma mulher casada que tenta fugir da monotonia nos braços de outros homens. Não que Emma seja uma libertina, ela é apenas mais uma mulher iludida pela fábula do príncipe encantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas literatura não tem a ver apenas com &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt; se conta -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; se conta essa história é tão ou mais importante. E o trecho que reproduzimos abaixo é uma prova de como Flaubert sabia usar as palavras. 152 anos após sua publicação, o texto continua cheio de frescor. Um frescor que nunca se esgotará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/97276339/126d029" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaubert"&gt;gustave flaubert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; cebola pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-599875044691366096?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/599875044691366096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=599875044691366096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/599875044691366096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/599875044691366096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/madame-bovary-excerto.html' title='Madame Bovary (excerto)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-553747792936044040</id><published>2009-04-05T15:30:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:56:19.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grande Gatsby (excerto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/lh/photo/w_BYP8oJoRin_PNkovPXPA?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sdj7eOCIooI/AAAAAAAAANA/B2Qw7fh--BY/s400/GreatGatsby%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reunião do coletivo, 28/03. Eu e  Breninho conversávamos sobre literatura, saquei&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O Grande Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; da  minha estante e Breninho se lembrou de uma passagem do livro que lhe tocava demasiadamente. Após 20 minutos da procura pelo trecho, por entre as 221 páginas da edição da Abril Cultural de 1980, ele o achou, leu-o para mim. E era tanta a sinceridade com que lia, que incorporava o narrador, que parecia que o próprio Fitzgerald,  desencarnado há 68 anos, lhe sussurrava os ouvidos. Não pude deixar  passar aquele momento. Baseado em outra obra do próprio Fitzgerald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Era do Jazz&lt;/span&gt;, desenvolvi uma atmosfera que se assimilasse a ela.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/96925722/9e034bd5" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagem -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Cugat"&gt;francis cugat&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;capa da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;primeira edição d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o grande gatsby&lt;/span&gt;, 1925]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._Scott_Fitzgerald"&gt;f. scott fitzgerald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&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/4818220089987349647-553747792936044040?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/553747792936044040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=553747792936044040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/553747792936044040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/553747792936044040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-grande-gatsby-excerto.html' title='O Grande Gatsby (excerto)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sdj7eOCIooI/AAAAAAAAANA/B2Qw7fh--BY/s72-c/GreatGatsby%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8531574184953746945</id><published>2009-04-05T15:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:55:25.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Odisseia</title><content type='html'>O amor, o amor...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/96921587/986014e9" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/odisseia.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&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/4818220089987349647-8531574184953746945?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8531574184953746945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8531574184953746945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8531574184953746945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8531574184953746945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/odisseia.html' title='Odisseia'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-5077899439840615908</id><published>2009-04-02T19:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:54:17.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio Geral (A Cidade)</title><content type='html'>Precisamos de algo mais engajado com nossa realidade moral e administrativa. Além do mais, acho que nossos contemporâneos cresceram cercados de heróis aposentados. E, apesar de termos vivido passagens interessantes na nossa cidade do Salvador, creio que muitos se esqueceram algumas delas, como a greve dos policiais de 2001, a invasão pela polícia na faculdade de direito da UFBA no mesmo ano, greves de ônibus..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saliento-as para justificar que o que passamos não é menos romântico do que as passeatas que "esquecemos" de participar  na década de sessenta. Infelizmente, apenas estas serão bravadas nos inflados e inflamados discursos dos futuros líderes de movimentos estudantis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/96446040/273d26a" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letra &amp;amp; música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-5077899439840615908?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/5077899439840615908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=5077899439840615908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5077899439840615908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/5077899439840615908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/04/ensaio-geral-cidade.html' title='Ensaio Geral (A Cidade)'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3577530830883104125</id><published>2009-03-31T23:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:53:01.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concordância Plena</title><content type='html'>O estado mais lastimável de submissão e falta de amor próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordar e abrir mão do que você é, por pior que seja, às vezes é menos dolorido que abrir mão de quem você quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/96104427/c200b76b" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3577530830883104125?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3577530830883104125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3577530830883104125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3577530830883104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3577530830883104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/concordancia-plena.html' title='Concordância Plena'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7368930546234333836</id><published>2009-03-31T23:57:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:52:24.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Define sua cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/73/Greg%C3%B3rio_de_Matos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 245px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/73/Greg%C3%B3rio_de_Matos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A poesia não se entrega a quem a define, já dizia Mário Quintana. Mas a poesia pode definir muito bem as coisas, como é o caso do texto que aqui trazemos, do patriarca das letras baianas &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greg%C3%B3rio_de_Matos"&gt;Gregório de Matos&lt;/a&gt;, o primeiro dos poucos gênios literários que brotaram desta terra, quase 400 anos atrás. E tão atual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/96105623/7e55c079" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/definesuacidade.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gregório de matos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilermando_Reis"&gt;dilermando reis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7368930546234333836?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7368930546234333836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7368930546234333836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7368930546234333836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7368930546234333836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/define-sua-cidade.html' title='Define sua cidade'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-59510269370725013</id><published>2009-03-28T08:26:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:49:57.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção do exílio baiana</title><content type='html'>Escrito por Gonçalves Dias em 1843, quando estudava em Portugal, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Canção do exílio &lt;/span&gt;é um poema que não perdeu o viço. Talvez pela atmosfera ufanista, que eleva o Brasil ao paraíso que todos gostaríamos que ele fosse. Talvez pela simplicidade melódica e semântica de seus versos, que já foram apropriados até por professores de matemática -- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Minha terra tem palmeiras, / Onde canta o Sab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;iá&lt;/em&gt; / &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seno a, cosseno b / Seno b, cosseno a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só os professores de matemática parodiam Gonçalves Dias, diga-se de passagem. Muitos foram os grandes poetas que fizeram a sua versão particular de &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Canção do exílio&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/oandrade_canto.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Oswald de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ufrgs.br/proin/versao_1/exilio/index07.html" target="_blank"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cce.ufsc.br/~nupill/ensino/exilio/exilio_facil.htm" target="_blank"&gt;José Paulo Paes&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as nossas limitações, nós também fizemos a nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/95429668/dcd8bb03" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/cancaodoexiliobaiana.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes e joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;música incidental -&lt;/span&gt; luigi boccherini [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;allegro brioso assai&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;execução -&lt;/span&gt; sesstetto chigiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mixagem &amp; arranjo final -&lt;/strong&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-59510269370725013?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/59510269370725013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=59510269370725013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/59510269370725013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/59510269370725013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/cancao-do-exilio-baiana.html' title='Canção do exílio baiana'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1590580786533365988</id><published>2009-03-28T08:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:48:50.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O sol envolto en papel hixiénico</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cwdBPExPeVbn8v1HYxRl0w?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sc3_XfyTHTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IzTsy97XBV8/s800/osolenvolto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lixo non está só nas rúas, nos vertedeiros, tamén está en nós mesmos. Temos dentro moitas palabras que sobran, tensións que sobran. Este traballo é a expresión do lixo non localizado, que forma parte de nós pero non sabemos por qué, non lle damos uso. Por iso nos distorsiona, obtemos un ritmo raro que se "apodera" de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/95430040/a4d04b3b" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;foto -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1590580786533365988?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1590580786533365988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1590580786533365988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1590580786533365988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1590580786533365988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-sol-envolto-en-papel-hixienico.html' title='O sol envolto en papel hixiénico'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sc3_XfyTHTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IzTsy97XBV8/s72-c/osolenvolto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4805655972258471893</id><published>2009-03-18T11:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:46:16.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xAI4z9qHJ05bwjMKfoNQcw?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/ScEGJ-0zhBI/AAAAAAAAALo/c2S63MsFSIg/s800/fimdefesta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de festa, o trajeto de retorno para casa é inevitavelmente um instante para reflexão. Pensamentos se formam e se desfazem com a mesma facilidade, eus-poéticos nos tomam como o anjo e o diabo, cada um de um lado, muitas vezes não para nos conduzir a ter uma atitude correta ou errada, mas para atos de reflexão. Enquanto o sol começa a lembrar-se que todo dia ele tem um cadeira cativa por 12 horas no céu, a cidade ainda dorme. Quem se dirige no sentido Orla-Centro de Salvador, certamente passa pelo Cristo da Barra, e de lá é possivel avistar o Farol da Barra sem nenhum obstáculo pela frente -- um cartão postal que te insere nesta paisagem de um céu laranja, rasgos de luz e um leve cheiro de maresia que te leva a observar o horizonte ou te conduz a contemplar a ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/93592534/a202edbb" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagem -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.baixaki.com.br/usuarios/imagens/wpapers/23584-3293-1280.jpg"&gt;baixaki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manipulação de imagem -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4805655972258471893?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4805655972258471893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4805655972258471893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4805655972258471893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4805655972258471893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/fim-de-festa.html' title='Fim de festa'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/ScEGJ-0zhBI/AAAAAAAAALo/c2S63MsFSIg/s72-c/fimdefesta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-7113969161580923209</id><published>2009-03-16T12:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:45:15.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>División Molecular</title><content type='html'>División molecular é unha metáfora da soidade. É a falta de algo que queres pero non te atreves a afrontar. Cando un se sente só e imaxina atrapa as cousas sen atrapalas, e sufre. Tamén é querer partirse en dous mentres olvidamos os nosos propios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/93220616/bca0996e" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/divisionmolecular.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; lois blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-7113969161580923209?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/7113969161580923209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=7113969161580923209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7113969161580923209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/7113969161580923209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/division-molecular.html' title='División Molecular'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-1569408656466815600</id><published>2009-03-15T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:36:43.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nina Neves'/><title type='text'>8x8</title><content type='html'>Entre a preocupação em tirar boas notas e a diversão de trabalhar com os amigos, nasceu o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8x8&lt;/span&gt;. Esse curta é uma realização de alunos de Jornalismo da UFBA, feito para a disciplina de Audiovisual. Montamos o quebra cabeças, demos forma ao nosso filhote a partir de uma livre adaptação do conto &lt;a targget="_blank" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/1bbc1526-c755-49ed-a254-5015e166fd0c/copromancia----rubem-fonseca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copromancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Rubem Fonseca. A estrutura que sustenta o produto final é de risadas, broncas, suor, amor, gritos, nãos, sims, cervejas, poiera, vontade, sem-vontade. A liga nós demos na mão, de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecionado para a Mostra de Cinema e Vídeo da 5ª Bienal de Arte, Ciência e Cultura da UNE, no Cine Odeon [Rio de Janeiro], ganhador do prêmio Melhor Ficção no Festival Integrado de Cinema Universitário (2006),  tem seu enredo focado na invasão de privacidade, retratando uma situação extrema, quando o personagem principal se vê compartilhando uma estranha mania com a sua mais recente companheira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sktn_bkyJbk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sktn_bkyJbk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWrmDvYB3jg"&gt;Versión con subtítulos en español.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elenco -&lt;/span&gt; ugo sangiorgi (pedro) e lis schwabacher (anita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;direção -&lt;/span&gt; luigi piccolo, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ninaneves"&gt;nina neves&lt;/a&gt; e edinaldo júnior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roteiro -&lt;/span&gt; luigi piccolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argumento -&lt;/span&gt; luciana rebouças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;videomakers -&lt;/span&gt; edinaldo júnior e nina neves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produção -&lt;/span&gt; nina neves e rafaela chaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edição -&lt;/span&gt; edinaldo júnior, luigi piccolo, nina neves, rafaela chaves e varand@ audiovisual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orientação -&lt;/span&gt; ana paula guedes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-1569408656466815600?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/1569408656466815600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=1569408656466815600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1569408656466815600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/1569408656466815600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/8x8.html' title='8x8'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-799355973747313334</id><published>2009-03-14T10:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:44:29.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pós-poema</title><content type='html'>Olha eu tô muito ocupado arrumando a mochila e o apartamento aqui do lado está em reforma o barulho tá incomodando minha concentração a televisão ligada meus primos jogando video-game no outro quarto meu irmão tocando bateria e a serra elétrica do mega man na novela das oito não tá dando para arrumar a mochila com todo essa rave do trabalhador tô ficando surdo ih tô vendo tô surdo olha só o que foi mesmo que você vai dizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/92858835/6d795b71" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-799355973747313334?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/799355973747313334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=799355973747313334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/799355973747313334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/799355973747313334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/pos-poema.html' title='Pós-poema'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-4962946241128533148</id><published>2009-03-11T01:41:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:52:48.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carne Aval</title><content type='html'>Diferentemente do que é genialmente dito em "Swing de Campo Grande" pelos já nem tão novos, mas geniais, Novos Baianos, minha carne definitivamente não é de carnaval e meu coração é igual. Aí antes que você me pergunte eu digo que sim, sim, já saí sim em bloco de carnaval aqui em Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se foi pra bater recordes de beijos, cheirar muito lança pra ficar doidão e tirar o pé do chão? Não, não, não... Pode até soar meio brega dizer isso, mas foi por amor mesmo. Em duas ocasiões acompanhei uma antiga namorada num bloco. Mas se não fosse por essa causa nobre, creio que não o teria feito. Mas valeu. Costumo dizer que vivi na pele uma experiência antropológica e tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Carne Aval” é a materialização de algumas das reflexões que em algum momento da minha vida eu fiz sobre a falta de sentido e a loucura que é experimentar fazer parte desta que é considerada a maior festa popular do universo. Acompanhem. Concordem. Discordem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/92245084/9908319f" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/carneaval.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música e mixagem -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-4962946241128533148?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/4962946241128533148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=4962946241128533148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4962946241128533148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/4962946241128533148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/carne-aval.html' title='Carne Aval'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6041334574898725761</id><published>2009-03-10T00:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:41:46.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatisfaction</title><content type='html'>Beatles ou Rolling Stones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No decorrer dessa vida de ouvinte de música, sempre me abordaram com esse questionamento e, por mais que a resposta estivesse na ponta da língua, sempre me senti culpado, com um sentimento de INSATISFAÇÃO, em não optar por nenhuma das duas. Parece pecado às vezes. Contudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Garçom, pede para a ANTÁRTICA descer umas BRAHMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Garçom, pede para a SOL descer umas NOVA SCHINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/92042513/7a442c" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/insatisfaction.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e breno fernandes (tradução ao francês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius e breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6041334574898725761?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6041334574898725761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6041334574898725761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6041334574898725761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6041334574898725761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/insatisfaction.html' title='Insatisfaction'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-6169984709007398307</id><published>2009-03-09T04:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:40:58.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Salto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/X7kk16VaFLZs2sfZK89S4A?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SbSTQVBgx_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ljbZgc8wmLo/s800/osalto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de suicídio sempre foi um tema bastante delicado pra algumas pessoas... Não pra mim. Fico pensando que já somos mais de 6 bilhões no mundo e não faço a menor idéia de quantos de nós já sentiu vontade de se matar. Mas também não me importo em saber. Sei que muitos já o fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora já tenha desejado “morrer só um pouquinho” ou tenha sentido em muitas ocasiões uma já costumeira “preguiça de existir”, este texto em momento algum quis ser uma ode ao suicídio. Uso apenas o aspecto simbólico deste ato para sugerir que um simples salto pode dar ao corajoso que resolve pular, a condição de liberdade... Seja em sonho ou em vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo do desejo de libertação de certos padrões, valores e modelos da vida que as pessoas têm levado nas grandes cidades... Cada vez mais sujas, cada vez mais cinzas, cada vez mais caóticas. Esse foi o meu ponto de vista do alto da varanda em que me vi, naquele momento de catarse em que o lápis tocou um pedaço de papel. Isso se transformou em “O Salto”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte sonora, feita por João, já existia antes mesmo de eu escrever o poema. Escrevi sem saber, mas quando falei a João, ele a tirou da manga e ela casou perfeitamente com a atmosfera sugerida no texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/91860560/db40804a" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foto e manipulação -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto –&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura –&lt;/span&gt; gabriel camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música –&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-6169984709007398307?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/6169984709007398307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=6169984709007398307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6169984709007398307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/6169984709007398307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-salto.html' title='O Salto'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/SbSTQVBgx_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ljbZgc8wmLo/s72-c/osalto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8854290449361537273</id><published>2009-03-08T11:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:56:48.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danilo Rohrs'/><title type='text'>Perifton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93027634/b0870372/perifton_-_cap_01_e_cap_02.html"&gt;capítulos 1 e 2&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93028127/6db9655a/perifton_-_cap_03.html"&gt;capítulo 3&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93028457/24333176/perifton_-_cap_04_e_cap_05.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capítulos 4 e 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca bebo antes do meio dia, sempre achei que pegava mal, mas o bar abre às oito e eu estava mesmo afim de uma sinuca. Já reparou a quantidade de coisas que fazemos ou deixamos de fazer por simples convenção? Das coisas mais banais às decisões mais importantes de nossas vidas, muitas delas são condicionadas por coisas que nem sequer acreditamos, a começar pela idéia fixa de que todo mundo precisa estudar para ser rico. Eu desperdicei minha adolescência estudando coisas que não me ajudaram em nada com os reais problemas da vida, fiz uma faculdade na qual aprendi muito pouco sobre quase nada. Mas a vida ainda tinha suas surpresas, eram 14h e entrava pelo bar um velho amigo que já não via há muitos anos, um dos poucos que aturava o meu mau humor, seu nome era Garcia, mas os amigos o chamavam de David, porque ele tinha um olho de cada cor, como o “Camaleão”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De primeira ele não me reconheceu, passou direto por mim e foi ao balcão pedir por cerveja e cigarros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Vou acompanhar esse rapaz numa cerveja, garçom, desce duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93028463/873a6ac/perifton_-_cap_06.html"&gt;+ Leia mais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; danilo rohrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8854290449361537273?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8854290449361537273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8854290449361537273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8854290449361537273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8854290449361537273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/perifton_08.html' title='Perifton'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-2401371011871580321</id><published>2009-03-05T21:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:39:57.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita</title><content type='html'>Existe uma música lado B do Capital Inicial que sempre me deixou abalado. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;, chama-se, e começa dizendo que&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; à frente um horizonte se estende/ visões de você dançam em minha mente / ao entardecer uma dança indecente/ cresce em mim o prazer/ sou multidão e estou só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rita do Dinho Ouro-Preto, Roberto Peixoto e Bozzo Barretti sempre me pareceu uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;femme fatale&lt;/span&gt;. E eu queria machucá-la, dominá-la para que, assim, pudesse respirar em paz, sem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visões de você [que] dançam em minha mente&lt;/span&gt; nem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minha ânsia pelo seu suor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicando o contexto de surgimento do poema para João Vinícius, ele me sugeriu que, em vez de declamá-lo hermeticamente, deixasse espaço para aquele meu discurso indignado, chocado, molestado. Com a ajuda da sua bela música de fundo, acho que consegui expurgar o fantasma de Rita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/91353789/49e4f3" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/rita.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura -&lt;/span&gt; breno fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-2401371011871580321?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/2401371011871580321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=2401371011871580321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2401371011871580321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/2401371011871580321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/rita.html' title='Rita'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-3249662085940446774</id><published>2009-03-04T11:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:38:54.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remédio muito louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nB6dn521TUPNGO08pa_V_Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCLrZgarq1auzYQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sa6LCt8XiYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/umZlGyfNvzM/s400/remediomuitolouco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);"&gt;É o seguinte, maluco, tá tudo legalzinho aí contigo? Tem tomado direitinho sua Vitamina C? Aquele cafezinho pela manhã, um ou dois cigarrinhos depois do almoço, a cervejinha no final da tarde... tá tudo uma beleza. Maluco são os loucos que moram no hospício, contigo tá tudo na mais perfeita nor-ma-li-da-de. Então beleza, tá massa, amanhã a gente se fala, só liguei pra saber se tá tudo certinho. Vou ali voltar pro quarto e tomar minha pastilha existencial. Té mais, doido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/90684208/2aa1fa89" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://coletivombpn.vilabol.uol.com.br/remediomuitolouco.html"&gt;acompanhe lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitura - &lt;/span&gt;gabe pardal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;música -&lt;/span&gt; joão vinícius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-3249662085940446774?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/3249662085940446774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=3249662085940446774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3249662085940446774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/3249662085940446774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/remedio-muito-louco.html' title='Remédio muito louco'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_k3AZ-MZG8Tg/Sa6LCt8XiYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/umZlGyfNvzM/s72-c/remediomuitolouco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4818220089987349647.post-8982230945053186986</id><published>2009-03-01T12:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:55:01.520-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danilo Rohrs'/><title type='text'>Perifton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93027634/b0870372/perifton_-_cap_01_e_cap_02.html"&gt;capítulos 1 e 2&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93028127/6db9655a/perifton_-_cap_03.html"&gt;capítulo 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei de enterros, eles enfiam um chumaço de algodão no seu rabo, te colocam uma roupa bonita e maquiagem, depois te enterram para que os vermes te comam por algumas semanas e as pessoas olhem uma última vez para aquele corpo vazio, sentindo pena. Sendo assim, achei melhor cremar o corpo de Marta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cerimônia foi no dia seguinte, não senti nada durante e depois do ocorrido, a não ser alívio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/93028457/24333176/perifton_-_cap_04_e_cap_05.html"&gt;+ Leia mais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficha técnica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;texto -&lt;/span&gt; danilo rohrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4818220089987349647-8982230945053186986?l=coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/feeds/8982230945053186986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4818220089987349647&amp;postID=8982230945053186986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8982230945053186986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4818220089987349647/posts/default/8982230945053186986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coletivomuitobarulhopornada.blogspot.com/2009/03/perifton.html' title='Perifton'/><author><name>Muito Barulho Por Nada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00320955847237367189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
