<?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-3879465299499758599</id><updated>2012-01-25T11:28:14.819Z</updated><category term='2008/03/18 - Arte Poética'/><title type='text'>O Sindicato de Poesia é uma Associação Cultural que desde Outubro de 1996 trabalha o acto performat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2099944288556077296</id><published>2012-01-23T12:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:28:14.827Z</updated><title type='text'>BECKETT dias 27 e 29 e PINTER dias 28 e 30 de janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1uaOIFhOGQ/Tx_h-WDzkuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T2SPCPQ9f6U/s1600/PosterBeckettPinter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1uaOIFhOGQ/Tx_h-WDzkuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T2SPCPQ9f6U/s400/PosterBeckettPinter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia apresenta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DiZei Beckett in the House&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;DiZei Pinter in the Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia de Samuel Beckett no Museu Nogueira da Silva, dias 27 e 29 de janeiro (sexta e domingo), às 21h45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia de Harold Pinter na Casa Rolão (Centésima Página), dias 28 e 30 de janeiro (sábado e segunda), às 21h45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois recitais num só acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservas através do número 253601275.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2099944288556077296?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2099944288556077296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2099944288556077296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2099944288556077296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2099944288556077296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2012/01/becket-e-pinter-as-datas-e-os-locais.html' title='BECKETT dias 27 e 29 e PINTER dias 28 e 30 de janeiro'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/-x1uaOIFhOGQ/Tx_h-WDzkuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T2SPCPQ9f6U/s72-c/PosterBeckettPinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-308191549594932594</id><published>2011-11-16T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:55:53.374Z</updated><title type='text'>ensaios</title><content type='html'>O Sindicato informa que está a ensaiar não um, mas dois recitais de peosia, para apresentar brevemente, talvez em Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, talvez seja mais justo dizer que, estando a ensaiar dois recitais, está a produzir um recital e meio, já que, um deles, o que parte da poesia de Samuel Becket, já o fizémos 'quase' assim em 2006. A essa espécie de reposição, o Sindicato prepara um outro, com a poesia de Harold Pinter.&lt;br /&gt;Até já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-308191549594932594?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/308191549594932594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=308191549594932594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/308191549594932594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/308191549594932594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-4739141943230871999</id><published>2011-07-25T12:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:24:31.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital "Matiné das Duas", dia 1 de Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iakg8W_KtJU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4739141943230871999?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iakg8W_KtJU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-4199344707117910465</id><published>2011-06-21T00:50:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:28:20.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dias 1, 2 e 3 de julho - MATINÉ DAS DUAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiion86PCR8/Tf_dFX4gAPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/i4zKAKCsxBI/s1600/matin%25C3%25A9%2Bdas%2Bduas%2BA3%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiion86PCR8/Tf_dFX4gAPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/i4zKAKCsxBI/s400/matin%25C3%25A9%2Bdas%2Bduas%2BA3%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620453944361746674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O SINDICATO DE POESIA apresenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matiné das Duas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma poesia sobre algum cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recitais nos dias 1, 2 e 3 de Julho&lt;br /&gt;Às 21h30&lt;br /&gt;Na Casa Rolão, em Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matiné das Duas é o mais recente plenário que o Sindicato de Poesia apresenta, desta vez na Casa Rolão (Avenida Central, 122), nos dias 1, 2 e 3 de Julho, sempre às 21h30.&lt;br /&gt;Com Matiné das Duas, o Sindicato retoma o projecto de fazer, performativamente, pensamento sobre as diferentes linguagens artísticas, numa espécie de convocatória das musas menores, numa ordem aleatória. Há uns anos foi a música e as Sonoridades de Jorge de Sena (que um dia destes retomaremos); no ano passado com Ekphrasis e a Pintura (plenário reposto recentemente – quase um ano depois de estreado - no Museu Nogueira da Silva e, antes, no Museu Martins Sarmento, em Guimarães); e agora esta reflexão sobre o Cinema chamada Matiné das Duas.&lt;br /&gt;Com uma estrutura muito linear, o Sindicato propõe ao seu público um recital onde alguma poesia sobre cinema verbaliza o quanto importam alguns filmes, alguns actores, algumas bandas sonoras, algumas imagens, algumas frases, alguns olhares, alguns planos, algumas stills. Pequenos filmes darão corpo a um rosário de tantos poemas, que serão ponto de partida e de chegada do recital.&lt;br /&gt;No meio (ou à volta), os sons, as canções que alimentaram a nossa imaginação, que nos abriram horizontes para além da sala escurecida onde tudo acontecia e nos ligaram de forma irresistível aos filmes a que assistimos, e que formarão – qual frankenstein sonoro - uma espécie de banda sonora tocada ao vivo, um gesto que iluminará os tantos ambientes cinematográficos convocados. &lt;br /&gt;Numa canção especial (essencial) se deterá a nossa atenção: ássicos ássicos. O cantautor João Loio, a partir de uma letra de José Topa, construiu o cimento que liga todas as peças. &lt;br /&gt;Norma Jean, (ou Marilyn, como era conhecida), fará o resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;selecção de textos e direcção:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;composição vídeo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;vânia gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;canção original (estreia mundial):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joão loio (música) e josé topa (letra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;band’idos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maria joão barreto (piano e voz), &lt;br /&gt;pedro guimarães (guitarra e bandolim)&lt;br /&gt;joão figueiredo  (baixo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cartaz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luis mestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fotografia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manuel correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;poemas ditos por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ana gabriela macedo, &lt;br /&gt;fernando coelho, &lt;br /&gt;gaspar machado, &lt;br /&gt;joão figueiredo, &lt;br /&gt;luis barroso,&lt;br /&gt;luísa fontoura,&lt;br /&gt;manuela martinez, &lt;br /&gt;marta catarino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;folha de sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quando comecei a fazer os primeiros filmes, o meu pai tinha cegado devido à diabetes, enquanto a minha mão desde há muitos anos estava surda. Assim, iam ao cinema (viam os meus filmes  duas e três vezes) como Stan Laurel e Oliver Hardy, como o Bucha e Estica.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, quando estavam sentados na sala, incomodavam toda a gente. A minha mãe dizia: ‘’O que disse ele? O que disse ele?’’ E o meu pai respondia: ‘’Disse que’’ etc. Mas o meu pai, que não via, perguntava: ‘’O que fez ele? O que fez ele?’’ E a minha mãe explicava-lhe o que eu tinha feito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcello Mastroiani, in ‘’Mi Ricordo, Si, Io Mi Ricordo’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alinhamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÁSSICOS (1a parte)&lt;br /&gt;José Topa e João Lóio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIKI-BÓBÓ&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Tê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEM TÍTULO&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDA DE CRISTO&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Mexia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARACNE (fragmento)&lt;br /&gt;António Franco Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MATINÉ DAS DUAS&lt;br /&gt;Armindo Silva Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORNOCINE&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O’Neill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIERROT LE FOU&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA MORTE DE MARILYN&lt;br /&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LUA E MARILYN&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Sousa Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADRÕES DE BICICLETAS – VITTORIO DE SICA (1948)&lt;br /&gt;José Miguel Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BU! BU! QUEM TEM MEDO DE BUÑUEL?&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O’Neill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVAN O TERRÍVEL NO ALENTEJO&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre Pinheiro Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OS FILMES DE COW-BOYS)&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre Pinheiro Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIEM PARA PÍER PAOLO PASOLINI&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONÓLOGO DE BENILDE&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pinto Amaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELARMINO&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O’Neill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPLENDOR NA RELVA&lt;br /&gt;Ruy Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVE MARIA&lt;br /&gt;Frank O’Hara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSPITAL CURRY CABRAL&lt;br /&gt;Armando Silva Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O EFEITO DO CINEMA NA CABEÇA DE QUEM NÃO VAI AO CINEMA&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Júdice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÁSSICOS (segunda parte)&lt;br /&gt;José Topa e João Lóio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;algumas imagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4199344707117910465?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4199344707117910465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4199344707117910465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4199344707117910465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4199344707117910465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='dias 1, 2 e 3 de julho - MATINÉ DAS DUAS'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/-kiion86PCR8/Tf_dFX4gAPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/i4zKAKCsxBI/s72-c/matin%25C3%25A9%2Bdas%2Bduas%2BA3%2Bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-3609188253334172611</id><published>2011-06-11T21:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:10:06.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>próximos recitais</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ekphrasis&lt;/span&gt;, dia 18 de junho, 21h30, no Museu Nogueira da Silva, em Braga;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cinerecital&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (título provisório), na Casa Rolão, Braga, dias 1, 2 e 3 de julho, 21h30 (alguma poesia sobre cinema);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-3609188253334172611?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3609188253334172611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=3609188253334172611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3609188253334172611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ekphrasis&lt;/strong&gt;, dia 18 de maio, às 21h30, no museu nogueira da silva, em braga;&lt;br /&gt;A POESIA DEPOIS DA PINTURA&lt;br /&gt;(ver mais informação neste blog)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6410971471482439030?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6410971471482439030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6410971471482439030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6410971471482439030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6410971471482439030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/proximos-recitais.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;próximos recitais&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-5496219188473111572</id><published>2011-03-02T17:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:10:20.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento do Livro "Paula Rego e o Poder da Visão|A Minha Pintura é como uma história interior", 16 de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOELsKiQlhc/TW554Q0SZjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/66C84Zhw8JI/s1600/paularego.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOELsKiQlhc/TW554Q0SZjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/66C84Zhw8JI/s400/paularego.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579530995852535346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 de Março, às 18h30, na Livraria Centésima Página, Avenida Central, Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lançamento do Livro "Paula Rego e o Poder da Visão|A Minha Pintura é como uma história interior" de Ana Gabriela Macedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato estará presente e dirá poemas seleccionados pela autora (e sindicalista).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-5496219188473111572?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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/-uOELsKiQlhc/TW554Q0SZjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/66C84Zhw8JI/s72-c/paularego.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7035588303659166915</id><published>2011-02-17T17:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:57:04.444Z</updated><title type='text'>O Sindicato em Ensaios</title><content type='html'>Neste momento, estamos a preparar os próximos recitais. &lt;br /&gt;Logo que haja novidades, aqui serão assinaladas. Aqui e no Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7035588303659166915?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7035588303659166915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7035588303659166915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7035588303659166915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7035588303659166915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-sindicato-em-ensaios.html' title='O Sindicato em Ensaios'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-8795147324709539168</id><published>2010-10-03T17:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:06:02.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Ekphrasis em Guimarães 29.09.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TKirmi6ZmgI/AAAAAAAAAas/0XA5_z5nDig/s1600/0007+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TKirmi6ZmgI/AAAAAAAAAas/0XA5_z5nDig/s400/0007+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523853621665044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TKirmcCwvhI/AAAAAAAAAak/F3IOX6w3nRI/s1600/0006+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TKirmcCwvhI/AAAAAAAAAak/F3IOX6w3nRI/s400/0006+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523853619821067794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TKirl-v3FMI/AAAAAAAAAac/lYjOyhDS0hQ/s1600/0008+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user232738"&gt;PauloOliveiraSousa&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Último rascunho de «Doze meses menos um», exibido em Dezembro de 2009 no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sindicato de Poesia 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1885394594326546693?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1885394594326546693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1885394594326546693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1885394594326546693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1885394594326546693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/08/todas-as-camaras-partiram-para-outra.html' title='TODAS AS CÂMARAS PARTIRAM PARA OUTRA GUERRA'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-151362362929693678</id><published>2010-06-09T07:33:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:29:13.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EKPHRASIS</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:22;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(42,93,176)" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdH2gx_uP0Q" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=WdH2gx_uP0Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Nos dias 2, 3 e 4 de Julho, às 21h45, no Museu Nogueira da Silva, o SINDICATO DE POESIA apresenta &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;EKPHRASIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Uma viagem (guiada) por uma espécie de instalação poética &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;performada&lt;/i&gt;, criada nalgumas das zonas menos acessíveis ao Museu. Quando, finalmente, os “habitantes animados da instalação” e as “guias dançantes” se reúnem no salão nobre, estação intermédia da viagem, consuma-se o corpo principal do recital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Ekprasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; resulta da soma de várias reflexões poéticas sobre outros tantos objectos pictóricos. É poesia inspirada na pintura, ou o discurso poético que produz comentário e reflexão a partir de algumas obras maiores da pintura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;E há um fado. E uma canção sobre uma fotografia de um pintor. E uma canção sobre a &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;viagem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;“ekphrasis – a vi a gem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;São só poemas, pá, que caminham por dentro da casa, palavras pintadas, até à carreira do recital. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;E nós, pá, caminhamos como se a estrada fosse atapetada de poesia. Como se a estrada, ela própria, fosse poesia. Como se os poemas fossem farinha demarcando o caminho atapetado de poemas. Ou ao contrario, pá. Como se os poemas estivessem desenhados a alcatrão no castanho da terra. Sabe-se lá.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Solidificando o caminho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Materializando o percurso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Sinalizando, dengosos, cada curva, a hora que os ultrapassa, o dia, a estação e o mistério.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;A viagem, pá, (exmos. senhores, digo!), e para que fiquem sabendo, faz-se a partir do poema pintado.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Da pintura. E depois dela, da palavra poética. Do poema. Do discurso &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ekphrásico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-size:11;" &gt;Ekphrasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;, o próximo recital do Sindicato de Poesia, quer ser isso mesmo: uma viagem. Tripla. Por dentro da casa; por dentro de nós; por dentro da cumplicidade convosco. Uma viagem, também, feita por dentro da poesia, por dentro da pintura e, logo, por dentro do discurso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;No autocarro &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ekphrásico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; se viaja, nos dias 2 e 3 e 4 de Julho, com partida marcada para as 21h45 de cada um deles, do cais de embarque do Museu Nogueira da Silva, em Braga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Mas antes de se chegar ao quadro, à pintura, a Rembrandt e a Picasso, a Magritte e a Goya, a Malhoa e a tantos mais, o autocarro do recital há-de parar em sítios obrigatórios: numa cozinha para que os estômagos se afaguem com rabanadas e canela, e sopa de tomate, mas não da enlatada como Andy consagrou; no quarto, para que o sono seja reposto no leito onde, outrora, também dormiu Salazar e Cerejeira, sempre que eram visitas lá de casa; na capela onde se rezará cantando por uma viagem longa e rica, plena de aventuras; no jardim onde regaremos rosas de papel de seda, antes do alho, da couve e dos outros legumes irmãos da rosa; no pátio onde retocaremos muros gastos como se fossem novas telas e procuraremos a água do poço, para a bebermos; na pérgola, com um pé na gola da música ainda indecifrável; e, finalmente, na nobreza do recital em salão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Chegamos quando chegarmos, que a viagem quer-se longa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Agora apresentem os vossos bilhetes, se fazem favor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Pois, como dizia o poeta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"&gt;"Na primavera ou no verão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"&gt;usava sempre sapatos de duas cores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"&gt;e glicínias como atacadores"!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;E boa viagem.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;EKPRASIS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;dias 2, 3 e 4 de Julho (sexta, sábado e domingo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;21h45&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Museu Nogueira da Silva, Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;plenário dos trabalhadores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; ana gabriela macedo, ana arqueiro, carolina losa, daniel pereira, gabriela barros, gaspar machado, joão figueiredo, lara franco, luís barroso, manuela martinez, paulo pereira, sandra andrade, susana cerqueira e vânia gonçalves;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;delegação sindical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; antónio durães;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;secção panfletária:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; luís mestre;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;secção fotográfica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; manuel correia;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;secção vídeo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; márcio paranhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;cumplicidade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; museu nogueira da silva;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;apoio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; rádio universitária do minho;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;ALINHAMENTO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#262626;"   &gt;O Candidato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#262626;"   &gt;Sylvia Plath &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#262626;"   &gt;sobre “Homenagem a Mack Sennett”, de René Magritte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#262626;"   &gt;tradução de Ana Maria Chaves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#262626;"   &gt;Fado Malhoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;José Galhardo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;sobre “O Fado” de José Malhoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;Os Jogadores de Cartas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;Philip Larkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.4pt;color:#333333;" &gt;“Os Jogadores de Cartas” de Adriaen Brower&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;tradução de Rui Carvalho Homem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-style: italicfont-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Número 1 de Jackson Pollock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Nancy Sullivan (1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre “Número Um” de Jackson Pollock&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-style: italicfont-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;tradução de Eugénia Brito&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;Pátios em Delft (Pieter de Hooch, 1659)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;Derek Mahon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: boldcolor:#333333;" &gt;O Pátio de uma Casa em Delft” de Pieter De Hooch, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;tradução de Rui Carvalho Homem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-letter-spacing: -.4ptfont-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#323232;"   &gt;Mus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#323232;"  &gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: -.4ptfont-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#323232;"   &gt;e &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#323232;"  &gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-letter-spacing: -.4ptfont-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#323232;"   &gt;s Beaux Arts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;W.H. Auden &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;sobre “A Queda de Ícaro” de Pieter Bruegel, o Velho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;tradução de Margarida Vale do Gato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Carta aos meus Filhos sobre os Fuzilamentos de Goya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Jorge de Sena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;color:#242424;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;sobre “O três de Maio” de Francisco Goya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;“A Cadeira Amarela”, de Van Gogh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;Jorge de Sena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;sobre “A Cadeira” de Van Gogh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;“A Morta”, de Rembrandt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;Jorge de Sena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;sobre “A Morta”, de Rembrandt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Diálogo com a Figura do Profeta Jeremias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;pintada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;por Miguel Ângelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;no Tecto da Capela Sistina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;Ruy Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;sobre “Jeremias” pintado no tecto da Capela Sistina de Miguel Ângelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Enterro em Ornans&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Nuno Júdice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;sobre “Enterro em Ornans” de Gustave Courbet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#323232;"  &gt;Cortando Batata de Semente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.15pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#323232;"   &gt;Seamus Heaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; Pieter Bruegel, o Velho (“A Ceifa”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;tradução de Rui Carvalho Homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#303030;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%font-size:11;color:#333333;"  &gt;Clareiras – &lt;i&gt;Em memória de M.K.H., 1911-1984&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.1pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;Seamus Heaney&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;sobre “Mulher Descascando Maçãs” de Pieter&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De Hooch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;tradução de Rui Carvalho Homem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: -0.35pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;color:#333333;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Before the Mirror&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;John Updike &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;sobre “Mulher em Frente ao Espelho” de Pablo Picasso&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GBfont-family:Georgia;font-size:11;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt;tradução de Eugénia Brito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; BACKGROUND: white" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GBfont-family:Georgia;font-size:11;" lang="EN-GB"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;René and Georgette Magritte with their Dog after the War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;color:#242424;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;Paul Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;color:#242424;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;sobre fotografia de René e Georgette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Arial;font-size:13;" lang="EN-US"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Verdana;font-size:16;color:#242424;" lang="EN-US"   &gt;Magritte com o seu cão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-line-height: 150%;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/TCUMPfM9_8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/c7QPvB1ScKU/s1600/A3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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 &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:106.2pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:70.8pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aqueles que sabiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;o que se passava aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;têm que dar lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;àqueles que sabem pouco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E menos que pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E até tão pouco quanto nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:70.8pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:141.6pt;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wislawa Szymborska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;TODAS AS CÂMARAS PARTIRAM PARA OUTRA GUERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SypkXdXdnvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EjJ7ie4rUv0/s1600-h/camaras+guerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SypkXdXdnvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EjJ7ie4rUv0/s400/camaras+guerra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416251856049250034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;Dia 28 de Dezembro 2009. Sessões às 22 e 23 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;TODAS AS CÂMARAS PARTIRAM PARA OUTRA GUERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"(Hold Them)" - Isabella Lennert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;voz: Isabella Lennert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Anja Garbarek - still guarding space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Vou à Lavandaria" - Sofia Saldanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;voz: Paulo Oliveira Sousa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Bosques De Mi Mente - El Amanecer Reflejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Admirável” – Irving Feldman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: António Durães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música:  The Airborne Toxic Event – Wishing Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Sê delicado” – Charles Bukowski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Maria Eugénia Brito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música:  The Airborne Toxic Event - Wishing Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Poema rima com edema” – Maria Eugénia Brito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Luís Barroso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Velvet Underground – Sunday Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Um rádio com coragem” – Charles Bukowski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: António Durães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Música: Amon Tobin - Keepin' it Steel (the anvil track) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Revisão recente a amor fracassado” – Maria Eugénia Brito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Manuela Martinez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Alog - Duck-Rabbit - Your Secret Flesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Trago o teu coração comigo ( trago-o dentro” – e. e. cummings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Luís Barroso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Angelo Badalamenti – Fats Revisited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“São Valentim” – Carol Ann Dufy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Ana Gabriela Macedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Jeremy Dower – Should I Trust My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“José” – Joe Frank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: António Durães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: [06] - Six Organs of Admittance - School Of The Flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Obrigado meu Deus por mais este espantoso dia” – e. e. cummings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Ana Gabriela Macedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Não tenho problema nenhum” – Mourid Barghouti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Maria Eugénia Brito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Murcof – Marmol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Em Jerusalém” – Mahmoud Darwish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Maria Luísa da Fontoura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“A Jóia” – Dunya Mikhail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Manuela Martinez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Brian Eno &amp;amp; Harold Budd – The Plateaux of mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“A mulher de Noé” – Linda Gregerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Marta Catarino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Brian Eno &amp;amp; Harold Budd – The Plateaux of mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uma canção no fim do mundo” – Czeslaw Milosz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Luís Barroso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Peter Broderick – floating sinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“O princípio e o fim” – Wislawa Szymborska&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Marta Catarino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Peter Broderick – floating sinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“A Morte o Amor a Vida” – Paul Éluard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voz: Manuela Martinez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Música: Brian Eno &amp;amp; Harold Budd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O último rascunho de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SINDICATO DE POESIA 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I SAW YOU RUNNING Productions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia termina mais um ciclo de recitais com uma ‘performance’ sonora e imagética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Uma sala vazia e às escuras, sem actores, só as vozes dos actores e as palavras dos poetas que lhes dão vida. E ainda muitas imagens, muitos universos e muitas certezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O último rascunho de DOZE MESES MENOS UM é, ao mesmo tempo, uma reflexão sobre a vida e a morte e sobre o papel dos media nas sociedades. É um jogo de imagens e palavras que vão desembocar no beco do quotidiano e na esperança que a humanidade deposita em guias/deuses/ídolos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;‘Todas as câmaras partiram para outra guerra’ é um exercício ruidoso da nossa liberdade de desconstruir, de misturar ideias e contextos, e de nos repetirmos, repetirmos o que está dito, o que já sabemos, e do qual afinal, pensando bem, sabemos muito pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Direcção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;: Sofia Saldanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sonoplastia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;: Paulo Sousa e Sofia Saldanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Imagens/Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;: Pedro Guimarães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Selecção de textos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;: Ana Gabriela Macedo, Manuela Martinez e Sofia Saldanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Traduções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;: Ana Gabriela Macedo, Ana Maria Chaves, António Ramos Rosa, Eugénia Brito, Jorge Fazenda Lourenço, Marta Catarino e Sofia Saldanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Textos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;de Isabella Lennert, Sofia Saldanha, Eugénia Brito, Charles Bukowski, ee cummings, Carol Ann Dufy, Joe Frank, Mourid Barghouti, Mahmoud Darwish, Dunya Mikhail,Wislawa Szymborska, Czeslaw Milosz, Linda Gregerson, Irving Feldman e Paul Éluard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Vozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; de Ana Gabriela Macedo, António Durães, Eugénia Brito, Isabella Lennert, Luís Barroso, Luísa Fontoura, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino e Paulo Oliveira Sousa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Cumplicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca e Rádio Universitária do Minho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-649726604887675767?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/649726604887675767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=649726604887675767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/649726604887675767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/649726604887675767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-sindicato-de-poesia-apresenta-aqueles.html' title='Todas as câmaras partiram para outra guerra'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SypkXdXdnvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EjJ7ie4rUv0/s72-c/camaras+guerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-3713020086147216759</id><published>2009-11-30T18:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:40:14.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é Bíblias. Tudo é Grande Sertão.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sw3PZevOmCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g40iY4ec7VE/s1600/tudo+%C3%A9+biblias+tudo+%C3%A9+grande+sert%C3%A3o+mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sw3PZevOmCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g40iY4ec7VE/s400/tudo+%C3%A9+biblias+tudo+%C3%A9+grande+sert%C3%A3o+mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408206764196665378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM: rascunhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rascunho # 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo é Bíblias. Tudo é Grande Sertão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 de Novembro e 4 de Dezembro, às 22h00&lt;br /&gt;no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;Largo da Senhora-a-Branca, nº 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adélia Prado, escritora brasileira nascida em Divinópolis, Minas Gerais, a 13 de Dezembro de 1935, retrata o quotidiano com simplicidade, perplexidade e humor. O Sindicato estende os poemas de Adélia para secar. A poesia é um fenómeno natural, como a chuva em Novembro. Um recital no feminino de uma poeta que diz que quando escreve é homem. Nas palavras de Carlos Drummond de Andrade: "Adélia é lírica, bíblica, existencial, faz poesia como faz bom tempo: esta é a lei, não dos homens, mas de Deus. Adélia é fogo, fogo de Deus em Divinópolis". Não aguardamos a salvação nas palavras de Adélia, mas agrada-nos a sua companhia. Os seus poemas são líricos, suaves, simples. Leves? Duvidamos. A conferir nos dias 30 de Novembro e 4 de Dezembro, às 22h, na Velha-a-Branca – Estaleiro Cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Porque tudo que invento já foi dito&lt;br /&gt;nos dois livros que eu li:&lt;br /&gt;as escrituras de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;as escrituras de João.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é Bíblias. Tudo é Grande Sertão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adélia Prado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas de Adélia Prado, ditos por Ana Arqueiro, Carolina Losa, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino (que dirige) e Sandra Andrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem de João Catalão.&lt;br /&gt;Fotografias do recital de Luís Tarroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwGXGhaVrYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f7U3t_yhWcU/s1600/ad%C3%A9lia+prado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwGXGhaVrYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/f7U3t_yhWcU/s320/ad%C3%A9lia+prado.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404767166125157762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4yPrHLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/sR3x538sAaw/s1600/Foto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4yPrHLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/sR3x538sAaw/s200/Foto4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410388733078478002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4swtcfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jWtrHLnoqXw/s1600/Foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4swtcfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jWtrHLnoqXw/s200/Foto3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410388731606430194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4TIQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QYQ0Jr0pXNQ/s1600/Foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP4TIQ8NI/AAAAAAAAAWw/QYQ0Jr0pXNQ/s200/Foto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410388724725903570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP36cKudI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NdJAJxMesho/s1600/Foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SxWP36cKudI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NdJAJxMesho/s200/Foto1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410388718098495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-3713020086147216759?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3713020086147216759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=3713020086147216759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3713020086147216759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3713020086147216759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/proximo-recital-30-de-novembro-e-2-de.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Tudo é Bíblias. Tudo é Grande Sertão.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sw3PZevOmCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g40iY4ec7VE/s72-c/tudo+%C3%A9+biblias+tudo+%C3%A9+grande+sert%C3%A3o+mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7819101489863335355</id><published>2009-10-26T17:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:40:18.535Z</updated><title type='text'>a poesia, o vinho e as rosas</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia 26 de outubro, às 21h45, na Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;o rascunho # 09 de «doze meses menos um»:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Poesia, o Vinho e as Rosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Ana Gabriela Macedo, Fernando Coelho, Francesca Rayner, Gaspar Machado e Manuela Martinez + Ana Luísa Amaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFoCAWv_eI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NlJVgl5X3nE/s1600/IMG_5890_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFoCAWv_eI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NlJVgl5X3nE/s200/IMG_5890_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715411485752802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFn9FuYzuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NsE-gqstP20/s1600/IMG_5870_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFn9FuYzuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NsE-gqstP20/s200/IMG_5870_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715327027728098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFn4y6bs3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/HX5hFBKVCPU/s1600/IMG_5865_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFn4y6bs3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/HX5hFBKVCPU/s200/IMG_5865_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715253258498930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnxBuBxYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CfhhCIb7m6s/s1600/IMG_5858_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnxBuBxYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CfhhCIb7m6s/s200/IMG_5858_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715119794046338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFntZoAkHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VPGGqW-BBvw/s1600/IMG_5853_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFntZoAkHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VPGGqW-BBvw/s200/IMG_5853_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715057491775602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnpN9jjsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-n7c4Rg5dVw/s1600/IMG_5851_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnpN9jjsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-n7c4Rg5dVw/s200/IMG_5851_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404714985641447106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnitUTszI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yvY6gRBSC0Y/s1600/IMG_5846_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFnitUTszI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yvY6gRBSC0Y/s200/IMG_5846_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404714873799291698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7819101489863335355?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7819101489863335355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7819101489863335355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7819101489863335355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7819101489863335355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/proximo-recital.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;a poesia, o vinho e as rosas&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SwFoCAWv_eI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NlJVgl5X3nE/s72-c/IMG_5890_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-4627256846397419032</id><published>2009-09-28T17:23:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:11:23.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Mui Alto e Mui Perflugente Recital</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SrtWSOVXYDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2ANmX8ToIbA/s1600-h/perflugente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384992650536902706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SrtWSOVXYDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2ANmX8ToIbA/s400/perflugente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doze meses menos um - rascunho # 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 de Setembro de 2009, às 21h45 &lt;br /&gt;Salão Medieval da Biblioteca Pública de Braga (Largo do Paço)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez fomos ao Cancioneiro Geral de Garcia de Resende, cancioneiro impresso em 1516 e que contem 880 composições de cerca de 300 escritores portugueses produzidas nas cortes de D. Afonso V, D. João II e D. Manuel I. Mas também haverá poemas do século vinte e música e dança e uma vihuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poemas do Cancioneiro de Garcia de Resende e alguns poemas do século vinte, ditos por:&lt;/span&gt; Gaspar Machado, Manuela Martinez e Marta Catarino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música ao vivo:&lt;/span&gt; Jorge Costa (vihuela) e Quarteto Gaudia IV (soprano- Estefânia Surreira; contralto- Alzira Martinho; tenor - Armando Peixoto; baixo- Nuno Araújo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danças:&lt;/span&gt; Gabriela Barros e Lara Franco, dirigidas por Cristina Mendanha e Joana Domingues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartaz:&lt;/span&gt; Francisco Areias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fotografia:&lt;/span&gt; Miguel Meira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: &lt;/span&gt;Gaspar Machado com António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cúmplices:&lt;/span&gt; Isabel Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidades:&lt;/span&gt; Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Velha-a-Branca estaleiro cultural, Rádio Universitária do Minho, Museu Alberto Sampaio, Arte Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIiet_miKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xrx4AJTIXeI/s1600-h/IMG_5570_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIiet_miKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xrx4AJTIXeI/s200/IMG_5570_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386906015426316450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIieTOLdHI/AAAAAAAAATw/SHxiXsE_ERA/s1600-h/IMG_5568_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIieTOLdHI/AAAAAAAAATw/SHxiXsE_ERA/s200/IMG_5568_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386906008239699058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIid3hPMRI/AAAAAAAAATo/FBAo1EuUsAc/s1600-h/IMG_5561_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIid3hPMRI/AAAAAAAAATo/FBAo1EuUsAc/s200/IMG_5561_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386906000803442962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIidtlWblI/AAAAAAAAATg/xjKAofiSFDo/s1600-h/IMG_5554_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIidtlWblI/AAAAAAAAATg/xjKAofiSFDo/s200/IMG_5554_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905998136340050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIinhBOJPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LBrteRKlsJc/s1600-h/IMG_5572_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SsIinhBOJPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LBrteRKlsJc/s200/IMG_5572_resize.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386906166562268402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apresentação também no dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 de Outubro, 21h45, no Museu Alberto Sampaio, Guimarães&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;com Ana Arqueiro em substituição de Marta Catarino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota à imprensa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No próximo dia 30 de Outubro, pelas 21h45m, na Sala do Capítulo, o Museu de Alberto Sampaio, em parceria com o Sindicato de Poesia, organiza um recital de poesia intitulado «mui alto e mui perflugente recital».&lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia decidiu agarrar em poemas do «Cancioneiro Geral de Garcia de Resende», – cancioneiro impresso em 1516 e que contém 880 composições de cerca de 300 escritores portugueses produzidas nas cortes de D. Afonso V, D. João II e D. Manuel I –, a que juntou poemas do século XX, música, dança e uma vihuela, e realizou um interessante recital de poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá seguramente uma simbiose perfeita entre a poesia e o espaço do museu. A não perder!&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez o Sindicato de Poesia vem ao Museu de Alberto Sampaio e, deseja-se que este seja um dos muitos recitais a realizar, no futuro, neste espaço.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Programa:&lt;br /&gt;Poemas do Cancioneiro de Garcia de Resende e alguns poemas do século vinte, ditos por: Ana Arqueiro [AA], Gaspar Machado [GM] e Manuela Martinez [MM].&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo: Jorge Costa [JC] (vihuela) e Quarteto Gaudia IV (soprano- Estefânia Surreira ; contralto- Alzira Martinho; tenor - Armando Peixoto; baixo- Nuno Araújo)&lt;br /&gt;Danças: Gabriela Barros [GB] e Lara Franco [LF], dirigidas por Cristina Mendanha e Joana Domingues&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: Gaspar Machado com António Durães&lt;br /&gt;Cartaz: Francisco Areias&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: Gaspar Machado com António Durães&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidades: Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Velha-a-Branca estaleiro cultural, Rádio Universitária do Minho, Museu de Alberto Sampaio, Arte Total&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Para saber mais:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia é uma Associação Cultural que desde Outubro de 1996 trabalha o acto performativo de dizer poesia. Com mais de 200 recitais realizados, e o envolvimento de mais de 150 participantes no acto de dizer poesia, o Sindicato teve a oportunidade de apresentar recitais coordenados por, entre outros, António Durães, António Fonseca, Almeno Gonçalves, Sandra Faleiro, Afonso Fonseca, Miguel Azguime, Marcantonio del Carlo, Luís Assis, estabelecendo cumplicidades com actores, como João Reis, Natália Luiza, Márcia Breia, Carmen Dolores, músicos, como os Miso Ensemble e Miguel Carneiro, fotógrafos, como Pedro Guimarães e Manuel Correia.&lt;br /&gt;Desde o Cancioneiro Geral de Garcia de Resende à nova Poesia Portuguesa, a T.S. Eliot ou Dylan Thomas, Ruy Belo ou Alberto Pimenta, Ana Luísa Amaral ou Federico Garcia Lorca, San Juan de La Cruz ou Bocage, muitos são os poetas cujas palavras o Sindicato já procurou habitar, em bibliotecas, livrarias, museus, teatros, auditórios, associações culturais, juntas de freguesia, cafés, barbearias, de Santiago de Compostela a Faro.&lt;br /&gt;Como fio condutor, o prazer de descobrir a palavra, de partilhar a palavra dita, de viver a palavra poética. &lt;br /&gt;Em 2009 o Sindicato tem vindo a apresentar um ciclo de recitais, denominado "Doze Meses Menos Um - Rascunhos", onde cada mês (excepto Agosto) é apresentado um recital diferente. Desde Janeiro, os temas têm sido:&lt;br /&gt;#1  Aqui vai tudo de mal a pior – contos de “A Planície em Chamas”, de Juan Rulfo&lt;br /&gt;#2  A distância que agora nos separa – os poemas de Daniel Faria&lt;br /&gt;#3  A Questão da Primavera – textos das primeiras Vanguardas do século XX&lt;br /&gt;#4  Memórias de uma menina bem-comportada – as palavras de Simone de Beauvoir&lt;br /&gt;#5  emBRECHTados – a poesia de Bertolt Brecht&lt;br /&gt;#6 Erva daninha – as palavras das canções de António Variações&lt;br /&gt;#7  LORCA QUE TE QUIERO LORCA – poemas de Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;br /&gt;#8  Mui Alto e Mui Perflugente Recital – o Cancioneiro Geral de Garcia de Resende&lt;br /&gt;#9 (estreia a 26 de Outubro) – A Poesia, o Vinho e as Rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4627256846397419032?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4627256846397419032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4627256846397419032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4627256846397419032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4627256846397419032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/proximo-recital.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mui Alto e Mui Perflugente Recital&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SrtWSOVXYDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2ANmX8ToIbA/s72-c/perflugente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-1730551295326445571</id><published>2009-07-27T17:04:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:36:45.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorca que te quiero Lorca</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/StsnJuVwGVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/37677VG4w2E/s1600-h/IMG_4369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/StsmWwOL7zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DrFN7Zy2XS0/s200/IMG_4185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393947151049682738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/StsmL8ZCMFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/22Gth9B0DFE/s1600-h/IMG_4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/StsmL8ZCMFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/22Gth9B0DFE/s200/IMG_4182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393946965337845842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SmWIYW37N4I/AAAAAAAAASI/H82FmF_EhjA/s1600-h/lorca_que_te_quiero_lorca_sindicato_da_poesia_versao_mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SmWIYW37N4I/AAAAAAAAASI/H82FmF_EhjA/s320/lorca_que_te_quiero_lorca_sindicato_da_poesia_versao_mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360840883492829058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doze meses menos um - rascunho # 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORCA QUE TE QUIERO LORCA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 de Julho de 2009&lt;br /&gt;Velha-a-Branca Estaleiro Cultural, Braga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia apresenta no dia 27 de Julho o Rascunho #7: “Lorca que te quiero Lorca”, às 21h45, na Velha-a-Branca, Largo da Sra.-a-Branca, 23, Braga. Poemas de Federico García Lorca, ditos por Ana Arqueiro, Ana Gabriela Macedo, Ana Rei, António Durães, Arlindo Fagundes, Armanda Queiroz, Carlos Silva, Fernando Duarte, Francisca Vasconcelos, Gaspar Machado, Irene Brito, Luís Barbosa, Luís Barroso, Luísa Fontoura, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino e Paulo Pereira. Ainda com Sara Amorim, com coordenação de António Durães e Marta Catarino.&lt;br /&gt;Este recital insere-se na iniciativa Doze Meses Menos Um: rascunhos. O Menos Um é Agosto, pelo que nos voltaremos a ver em Setembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Federico García &lt;br /&gt;hasta ayer se llamó: polvo se llama. &lt;br /&gt;Ayer tuvo un espacio bajo el día &lt;br /&gt;que hoy el hoyo le da bajo la grama. &lt;br /&gt;Tanto fue! ¡Tanto fuiste y ya no eres! &lt;br /&gt;Tu agitada alegría &lt;br /&gt;que agitaba columnas y alfileres, &lt;br /&gt;de tus dientes arrancas y sacudes, &lt;br /&gt;y ya te pones triste, y sólo quieres &lt;br /&gt;ya al paraíso de los ataúdes.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         in Elegia a la Muerte de García Lorca, Miguel Hernández.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é nenhuma efeméride. Efeméride seria a chegada do Homem à Lua, mas não tinha Lorca chegado antes? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Por el cielo va la luna con un niño de la mano…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia, o drama e a prosa de Garcia Lorca alimentam-se de obsessões. O Sindicato, que é obcecado por Poesia, apropria-se de alguns poemas do escritor Granadino, que nunca pertenceu a partido algum e foi por isso assassinado, para transmitir algumas impressões da sua obra: extractos de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Romancero Gitano&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Diván del Tamarit&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Poeta en Nueva York&lt;/span&gt; procuram caminhos numa noite de Verão, em direcção ao seu universo tão particular. Porquê esta selecção? Porque é a nossa preferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens sombrias e inquietantes, de um mundo mitológico movido por forças indefiníveis, que povoam esta obra, assumem aqui um lado mais lúdico: é Verão, o calor tanto mata os toureiros como enlouquece os amantes, mas teremos sempre Cuba. E ressoarão os acordes de Lorca, na Andaluzia e em Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poemas de Federico García Lorca ditos por:     &lt;/strong&gt;Ana Arqueiro, Ana Gabriela Macedo, Ana Rei, António Durães, Arlindo Fagundes, Armanda Queiroz, Carlos Silva, Fernando Duarte, Francisca Vasconcelos, Gaspar Machado, Irene Brito, Luís Barbosa, Luís Barroso, Luísa Fontoura, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino e Paulo Pereira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música interpretada ao vivo: &lt;/strong&gt;Sara Amorim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cartaz: &lt;/strong&gt;João Catalão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia: &lt;/strong&gt;Manuel Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direcção: &lt;/strong&gt;António Durães e Marta Catarino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cumplicidades: &lt;/strong&gt;Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Velha-a-Branca, Rádio Universitária do Minho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sm8l4v12-AI/AAAAAAAAATA/kD7Ri7BNWT0/s1600-h/lorca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sm8lXoov9-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/qcX7ByS-USY/s320/lorca6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363546769197103074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sm8lXTnF9kI/AAAAAAAAASw/pvVedHZjjKM/s1600-h/lorca5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sm8lXTnF9kI/AAAAAAAAASw/pvVedHZjjKM/s320/lorca5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363546763553011266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1730551295326445571?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1730551295326445571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1730551295326445571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1730551295326445571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1730551295326445571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/proximos-recitais.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Lorca que te quiero Lorca&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/StsnJuVwGVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/37677VG4w2E/s72-c/IMG_4369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-273563999458940547</id><published>2009-06-29T20:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:14:58.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erva Daninha</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjiWT3dAQdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_3eKStD-q3Y/s1600-h/Erva_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjiWT3dAQdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_3eKStD-q3Y/s320/Erva_72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348189825549746642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sindicato de poesia apresenta&lt;br /&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM – RASCUNHO # 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erva daninha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as palavras das canções de António Variações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no Museu Nogueira da Silva, Braga&lt;br /&gt;no dia 29 de Junho, segunda-feira, às 21h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com: Arlindo Fagundes, Daniel Pereira, Fernando Coelho, Gaspar Machado, Jorge Rodrigues, Luís Barroso, Neurónios aBariados (DP, Manuel Carvalho, Paulo Fernandes, Rui Fernandes, Vasco Oliveira) e Paulo Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som: Ana Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartaz: Arlindo Fagundes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia: Manuel Correia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplice: Eduardo Jorge Madureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplice «com vídeo»: Fernando Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidades: Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Velha-a-Branca, Museu Nogueira da Silva, Rádio Universitária do Minho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 13 de Junho de 1984, em Lisboa, morria como António Variações, aquele António Joaquim Rodrigues Ribeiro que nasceu a 3 de Dezembro de 1944 em Fiscal, Amares, (embora tenha sido registado só a 6 de Janeiro do ano seguinte).&lt;br /&gt;A notoriedade de Variações não é, não deixando também de o ser, a razão primeira para este recital. Mas quisemos saber, como em tempos já o havíamos feito de forma mais sistematizada com José Afonso (num recital dirigido por Afonso Fonseca), o que é que valiam as palavras das canções de Variações, tantas delas arrancadas à lógica do sound bite, da palavra de ordem, do provérbio popular. E com a mesma paixão com que nos embrechtámos com o poeta alemão, e com que nos envolveremos com os poemas de Lorca, no recital que faremos a seguir, antes de parar para férias, mergulhámos no mundo do Sr. António (como gostava de ser tratado na barbearia), com a reverência que se deve a alguém que prezamos.&lt;br /&gt;As conclusões a que chegámos, estão neste rascunho, o sexto desta série de onze, que nos propomos artesanar este ano. &lt;br /&gt;António Variações tem a magia da margem. Apetece segui-lo nessa viagem solitária, ser a sua sombra na perseguição do sonho que o fez, aos doze anos, sair de Fiscal e arrostar com o desconhecido: ser artista. E a força que resulta desse combate está nas canções que construiu. Sobre esse manancial, com um som construído nessa ponte fantástica por ele arquitectada e que se estendia da Sé de Braga a Nova Iorque, muito já se escreveu e se experimentou. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, e as palavras? O que valem elas despidas das melodias que imediatamente lhes reconhecemos? Sem aquela voz estridente que cantava uma oitava acima de todos os arranha-céus conhecidos, e que se pegam a elas como uma praga, uma espécie de gripe variada, para quem não há Tamiflu redentor?&lt;br /&gt;Tentámos humildemente neste recital descobrir isso. Encontrar a essência das palavras, para lá da preocupação da rima, do ritmo, da métrica. Contrariando, até, a canção, os seus mais íntimos requebros, revelando (se é que isso é possível) o gesto indutor, a batuta emotiva que comanda, que determina, que lhe dá alma e sopro e melancólica identidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, eu sei que sou terra&lt;br /&gt;Terra agreste por lavrar&lt;br /&gt;Silvestre monte maninho&lt;br /&gt;Amora fruto sem tratar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, eu sei que sou pedra&lt;br /&gt;Pedra dura de talhar&lt;br /&gt;Sou joga pedrada em aro&lt;br /&gt;Calhau sem forma de engastar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, eu sei que sou erva&lt;br /&gt;Erva daninha a alastrar&lt;br /&gt;Joio trovisco ameaça&lt;br /&gt;Das ervas doces de enjoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, de quando em vez, (como resistir?), dando espaço à canção. Que as canções repetidas de Variações, são uma das boas homenagens que lhe podemos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SiLUySpRGPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uPGtfMwJLns/s1600-h/N1CA3XSGQ7CA4JNJWBCAS6E3QNCA8KOZL8CARK8KQMCAT08Q6XCA2GO2WICA271CKZCAWGQ73JCAR66IWNCAAVSKM8CAM45MONCA2F5XZ4CAQ06PAXCAD5LG42CABJ832LCA1QI60ZCA9VVH4K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SiLUySpRGPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uPGtfMwJLns/s320/N1CA3XSGQ7CA4JNJWBCAS6E3QNCA8KOZL8CARK8KQMCAT08Q6XCA2GO2WICA271CKZCAWGQ73JCAR66IWNCAAVSKM8CAM45MONCA2F5XZ4CAQ06PAXCAD5LG42CABJ832LCA1QI60ZCA9VVH4K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342066068478302450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alinhamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Olhei para trás – AF&lt;br /&gt;2 - Linha-vida – GM&lt;br /&gt;03 - A culpa é da vontade – FC&lt;br /&gt;04 - Anjinho da guarda – LB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canção: Anjo da Guarda (NA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - Amor de conserva – PP&lt;br /&gt;06 - Perdi a memória – LB&lt;br /&gt;07 - Canção do engate – FC&lt;br /&gt;canção: Canção de Engate (NA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 - Deolinda de Jesus – GM &lt;br /&gt;09 - Muda de Vida – AF&lt;br /&gt;10 - Tu Aqui – DP&lt;br /&gt;11 - É p’rá amanhã – GM&lt;br /&gt;12 - Estou além – LB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canção: Estou Além (NA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - Gelado de Verão – DP&lt;br /&gt;14 - Já não sou quem eu era – PP&lt;br /&gt;15 - Maria Albertina – GM &lt;br /&gt;16 - Na lama – AF&lt;br /&gt;17 - Não me consumas – PP&lt;br /&gt;18 - O Corpo é que paga – DP&lt;br /&gt;19 - Quero é viver – FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canção: Quero é Viver (NA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - Todos temos Amália na voz – LB&lt;br /&gt;21 - Rugas – JR&lt;br /&gt;22 - Toma o comprimido – GM&lt;br /&gt;23 - Minha cara sem fronteiras – FC&lt;br /&gt;24 - Quem feio ama – LB &lt;br /&gt;25 - Erva daninha a alastrar – AF&lt;br /&gt;26 - Sempre ausente – PP&lt;br /&gt;27 - Adeus que me vou embora – LB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canção: Erva Daninha (NA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleScw8XjDI/AAAAAAAAARY/l-n1oYqKrXY/s1600-h/IMG_6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleScw8XjDI/AAAAAAAAARY/l-n1oYqKrXY/s320/IMG_6034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356911304652590130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SlePs_-r7gI/AAAAAAAAARI/H8uMe-MLbpo/s1600-h/IMG_5977a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SlePs_-r7gI/AAAAAAAAARI/H8uMe-MLbpo/s320/IMG_5977a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356908285031869954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleOKOPp--I/AAAAAAAAARA/Dkql-fP5lMg/s1600-h/IMG_5746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleOKOPp--I/AAAAAAAAARA/Dkql-fP5lMg/s320/IMG_5746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356906588054092770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleNPTs75SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DUiCM4X3uBY/s1600-h/IMG_5740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleNPTs75SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DUiCM4X3uBY/s320/IMG_5740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356905575906796834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleMVRv7bWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m7pjlMb5U6U/s1600-h/IMG_5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleMVRv7bWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/m7pjlMb5U6U/s320/IMG_5723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356904578950065506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleRT0Z8VqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HkWo2L7qf08/s1600-h/IMG_5995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SleRT0Z8VqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HkWo2L7qf08/s320/IMG_5995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356910051451492002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-273563999458940547?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/273563999458940547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=273563999458940547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/273563999458940547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/273563999458940547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/proximos-recitais_31.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Erva Daninha&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjiWT3dAQdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_3eKStD-q3Y/s72-c/Erva_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-915117770472153147</id><published>2009-05-29T11:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:09:33.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rússia, com a razão não te podem compreender</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShbCq2PR0QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vPXcEe4alcQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 81px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShbCq2PR0QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vPXcEe4alcQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338668449664192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rússia, com a razão não te podem compreender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 de Maio, 21h45, Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na viagem que a Velha faz à Rússia, o Sindicato de Poesia usa as palavras de Fiódor Tiútchev, Vera Inber, Alexander Blok, Anna Akhmátova, Ilia Ehrenburg, Ossip Mandelstam, Marina Tsvetáieva, Serguéi Iessénine, Olga Berggolts, Bulat Okudjava, Ievgueni Ievtuchenko e Nikolai Gogol para a tentar compreender melhor. Nadejda Machado seleccionou os textos e Ana Arqueiro (aa), Gaspar Machado (gm) e Sandra Andrade (sa) são os sindicalistas de serviço. António Durães (ad) foi o sindicalista encarregue de fazer os pontos de ordem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiódor Tiútchev (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Rússia, com a razão não te podem compreende (gm)&lt;br /&gt;Vera Inber (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Moscovo na Noruega (aa)&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Blok (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; No campo de Kúlikovo (aa, gm, sa)&lt;br /&gt;Anna Akhmátova (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Ouvi uma voz (aa)&lt;br /&gt; Coragem (gm)&lt;br /&gt; Elegias do norte – Pré-história (sa)&lt;br /&gt; Terra materna (gm)&lt;br /&gt;Ilia Ehrenburg (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Quando estamos mal, dizemos (sa)&lt;br /&gt;Ossip Mandelstam (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Século (aa)&lt;br /&gt; Rasgões das enseadas redondas, cartilagem, o azul (sa)&lt;br /&gt;Marina Tsvetáieva (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Poetas (aa)&lt;br /&gt;Serguéi Iessénine (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Estou cansado de viver na minha terra natal (gm)&lt;br /&gt; Eu não queria enganar-me (aa)&lt;br /&gt;Olga Berggolts (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Eu nunca poupo o meu coração (sa)&lt;br /&gt;Bulat Okudjava (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Homem (aa)&lt;br /&gt;Ievgueni Ievtuchenko (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; Batem à porta (gm)&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai Gogol (ad, off)&lt;br /&gt; (excerto de) Almas Mortas (aa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidades: Biblioteca Pública de Braga e Velha-a-Branca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-915117770472153147?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/915117770472153147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=915117770472153147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/915117770472153147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/915117770472153147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/russia-com-razao-nao-te-podem.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Rússia, com a razão não te podem compreender&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShbCq2PR0QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vPXcEe4alcQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6739115680739009068</id><published>2009-04-28T10:22:00.023+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:04:17.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>emBRECHTados</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjI3ZChlm5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gb36COOj8fQ/s1600-h/embrechtados+versao+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjI3ZChlm5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gb36COOj8fQ/s320/embrechtados+versao+B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346396610956204946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShMrIKLbRBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lbAx1aoMAaY/s1600-h/Panorama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShMrIKLbRBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lbAx1aoMAaY/s320/Panorama2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337657402535396370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShMrCEXX90I/AAAAAAAAAPw/89_iFusokpI/s1600-h/Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/ShMrCEXX90I/AAAAAAAAAPw/89_iFusokpI/s320/Panorama1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337657297895683906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sindicato de poesia apresenta&lt;br /&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM – RASCUNHO # 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em&lt;strong&gt;BRECHT&lt;/strong&gt;ados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a poesia de Bertolt Brecht, na Casa Museu Nogueira da Silva&lt;br /&gt;25 de Maio, segunda-feira, 21h30&lt;br /&gt;e no dia&lt;br /&gt;16 de junho, em reposição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;Ana Arqueiro, Carlos Silva, Cristiana Oliveira (soprano), Daniel Pereira (bandolim), Fernando Duarte, Francisco Serafim (percussão), Gaspar Machado, Hugo Cunha (piano), Irene Brito, Luísa Fontoura e Pedro Guimarães (viola).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartaz&lt;br /&gt;João Catalão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;Brhuno da Fontoura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumplicidades&lt;br /&gt;museu nogueira da silva, Biblioteca pública de braga, velha-a-branca estaleiro cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção&lt;br /&gt;antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia de Bertolt Brecht, já nos andara no sopro em inúmeros recitais. Contudo, nunca como hoje nos detivemos assim, à volta das suas palavras, com o tempo distendido, sem a pressa do próximo poeta, nem do próximo poema.&lt;br /&gt;É certo que Brecht foi, principalmente, um autor dramático, marcante do teatro que hoje se faz. Mas também foi um poeta. Dos grandes. É igualmente certo que houve momentos em que foi muito representado, quiçá excessivamente e, noutros, quase esquecido, desmaiado no esquecimento pequeno-burguês das muitas bodas com que vamos sendo anestesiados. Mas num ápice, por causa da crise ou nem por isso, ei-lo que torna, intemporal, único, em meia Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Connosco, claro está, regressa pela porta da poesia. E no caso deste emBRECHTados, na tradução única de Paulo Quintela, e na selecção ocasional destes quase trinta poemas de entre as centenas que compôs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht este Brecht que hoje dizemos/lemos/cantamos, na Baviera, em Augsburg, a 10 de Fevereiro de 1898, e a morte cruzou-se com ele em Berlim, a 14 de Agosto de 1956.  &lt;br /&gt;A 1ª guerra mundial encontrou-o a trabalhar como enfermeiro num hospital de Munique.&lt;br /&gt;Após a eleição de Hitler em 1933, exilou-se na Áustria, Suíça, Dinamarca, Finlândia, Suécia, Inglaterra, Rússia e finalmente nos Estados Unidos. &lt;br /&gt;Depois da diáspora agressiva que experimentou, regressaria para fundar a sua companhia de teatro, o Berliner Ensemble, estrutura de referência no mundo teatral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, é do teatro da poesia que se fala. Ou que se diz. Ainda que em rascunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALINHAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;- Vom armen B. B. / O Pobre B. B. (irene)&lt;br /&gt;- Mensagem do poeta à juventude (carlos)&lt;br /&gt;- Porque é que há-de ser o meu nome nomeado? (daniel)&lt;br /&gt;- Alabama Song (cristiana + hugo)&lt;br /&gt;- Alemanha, ó loura, pálida (gaspar)&lt;br /&gt;- Alemanha (ana)&lt;br /&gt;- O ladrão de cerejas (luísa)&lt;br /&gt;- A mascara do mal (irene)&lt;br /&gt;- Canção da minha mãe (gaspar)&lt;br /&gt;- À minha mãe (gaspar)&lt;br /&gt;- Pensamentos sobre a duração do exílio (ana)&lt;br /&gt;- O horror de ser pobre (luísa)&lt;br /&gt;- Mackie Naifa (cristiana + hugo)&lt;br /&gt;- De todas as obras (ana)&lt;br /&gt;- A emigração dos poetas (carlos)&lt;br /&gt; -Não preciso de pedra tumular (irene)&lt;br /&gt;- Quando no quarto branco do hospital da charité (daniel)&lt;br /&gt;- Svendborg – poema da natureza (luísa)&lt;br /&gt;- 1940 (fernando)&lt;br /&gt;- Nº 9 do suplemento a «Um livro de leitura para habitantes das cidades» (gaspar)&lt;br /&gt;- Lista dos precisos (fernando)&lt;br /&gt;- Canção da solidariedade (cristiana + hugo)&lt;br /&gt;- Perguntas de um operário leitor (ana)&lt;br /&gt;- O canto das máquinas (luísa)&lt;br /&gt;- Expulso, e com razão (gaspar)&lt;br /&gt;- Quatro convites ao mesmo homem de origens diferentes em diferentes ocasiões (luisa)&lt;br /&gt;- Surabaya Jonhy (cristiana + hugo + bandidos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SflsIfrMTzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YjrUcdCs308/s1600-h/Bertolt+Brecht+at+OCTOBERFEST+Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SlhicgcS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/5cczOXZkCIQ/s320/foto+de+ensaio+minha+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357139998641677714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SlhiGKFsH3I/AAAAAAAAARw/7htEre8WN9E/s1600-h/foto+de+ensaio+minha+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SlhiGKFsH3I/AAAAAAAAARw/7htEre8WN9E/s320/foto+de+ensaio+minha+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357139614684159858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Slhh1wycbxI/AAAAAAAAARo/F2ckeod8nTo/s1600-h/foto+de+ensaio+minha+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Slhh1wycbxI/AAAAAAAAARo/F2ckeod8nTo/s320/foto+de+ensaio+minha+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357139333014646546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Slhhmu62d8I/AAAAAAAAARg/hcctgGrOkrE/s1600-h/foto+de+ensaio+minha+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Slhhmu62d8I/AAAAAAAAARg/hcctgGrOkrE/s320/foto+de+ensaio+minha+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357139074814998466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6739115680739009068?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6739115680739009068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6739115680739009068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6739115680739009068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6739115680739009068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/proximo-recital.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;emBRECHTados&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SjI3ZChlm5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/gb36COOj8fQ/s72-c/embrechtados+versao+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-3796329726055301658</id><published>2009-04-27T17:25:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:18:07.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>memórias de uma menina bem-comportada</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SeYuJfX3VoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oEff2XQR8Gs/s1600-h/simone+de+beauvoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SeYuJfX3VoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oEff2XQR8Gs/s320/simone+de+beauvoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324994349987485314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doze meses menos um - rascunho # 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 de abril de 2009&lt;br /&gt;21h30&lt;br /&gt;Velha-a-Branca, Estaleiro Cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memórias de uma menina bem-comportada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(….) Falávamos de uma porção de coisas, mas particularmente de um assunto que me interessava mais do que todos: eu própria. Quando pretendiam explicar-me, as outras pessoas anexavam-me para o seu mundo, irritavam-me; Sartre, pelo contrário, tentava situar-me no meu próprio sistema, compreendia-me à luz dos meus próprios valores, dos meus próprios projectos. (…) Em todo o caso eu devia preservar o que havia de mais admirável em mim: o meu gosto pela vida, a minha curiosidade, a minha vontade de escrever. (….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simone de Beauvoir – excerto de “ Memórias de um Menina Bem Comportada”, pág.307&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quarto rascunho de “ DOZE MESES MENOS UM “, conjunto de recitais que o Sindicato de Poesia apresentará, na última segunda-feira de cada mês, durante 2009, mostra a Filósofa e Escritora - Simone de Beauvoir - através de obras como: “ Memórias de uma Menina Bem Comportada”, “ Os Mandarins e o “ Segundo Sexo”, e outras incursões por, Jean Paul Sartre, Arthur Rimbaud e Rosa Luxemburgo. Os textos serão ditos por: Armanda Machado, Ana Gabriela Macedo, Manuela Martinez (que igualmente coordena), Marta Catarino, Gaspar Machado, Fernando Coelho e Sofia Saldanha (voz off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O recital intitulado - “Memórias de uma Menina Bem-Comportada” adopta o nome da conhecida obra de Simone Beauvoir e realizar-se-á, no dia 27 de Abril, no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone de Beauvoir, escritora e feminista, esteve associada ao movimento filosófico existencialista que muito influenciou a cultura europeia do século passado e inteiramente ligada ao estudo dos condicionamentos sociais que estão na base da opressão das mulheres. Estas, como refere a autora, no “ Segundo Sexo”: - «herdeiras de um passado pesado e que se esforçam por forjar um novo futuro».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SflqYtL27vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ei79tHEpiwg/s1600-h/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SflqYtL27vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ei79tHEpiwg/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330408606648430322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SflqzQTO5rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JTYkl7IO36U/s1600-h/IMG_3114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SflqzQTO5rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JTYkl7IO36U/s320/IMG_3114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330409062751200946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-3796329726055301658?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3796329726055301658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=3796329726055301658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3796329726055301658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3796329726055301658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/proximos-recitais.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;memórias de uma menina bem-comportada&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SeYuJfX3VoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oEff2XQR8Gs/s72-c/simone+de+beauvoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-8284250738381341560</id><published>2009-04-25T12:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:25:07.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Junta de Salvação do Portugal Formoso - conferência/recital de imprensa</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junta de Salvação do Portugal Formoso - conferência/recital de imprensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SedEy5o78KI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IA9QC4HhpQw/s1600-h/RANCHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SedEy5o78KI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IA9QC4HhpQw/s200/RANCHO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325300725645570210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de abril de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peb.pt/noticias.php?id=35 "&gt;FEIRA DO LIVRO DE BRAGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Portugal foi a razão / Por que um dia morreu meu irmão / Mas também é coração / A bater nesta canção.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lugar onde – ruy belo – mc&lt;br /&gt;2. portugal – alexandre o’neill – mm&lt;br /&gt;3. portugal futuro – ruy belo – gm&lt;br /&gt;4. pátria – sophia de melo breyner – fc&lt;br /&gt;5. poema dez de pobre amor a portugal - daniel abrunheiro  – aa &lt;br /&gt;6. no país dos sacanas  - jorge de sena – mc&lt;br /&gt;7. portugal – miguel torga – mm&lt;br /&gt;8. as amoras – eugénio de andrade – aa&lt;br /&gt;9. portugal – jorge sousa braga – gm&lt;br /&gt;10. fado tropical – ruy guerra – mm &amp; fc&lt;br /&gt;11. soneto – carlos de oliveira – fc&lt;br /&gt;12. quem somos  - rui knopfli – aa&lt;br /&gt;13. a poesia deve ter por objectivo a verdade prática – paul éluard – mm&lt;br /&gt;14. canção daqueles que sabem sempre tudo e têm sempre razão – hans magnus enzensberger – mc&lt;br /&gt;15. o analfabeto político – bertolt brecht – gm&lt;br /&gt;16. perguntas de um operário letrado – bertolt brecht – mc&lt;br /&gt;17. louvor do revolucionário - bertolt brecht – aa&lt;br /&gt;18. os que lutam - bertolt brecht – mm&lt;br /&gt;19. primeiro levaram os negros - bertolt brecht – fc&lt;br /&gt;20. o mundo está prestes a rebentar – harold pinter – gm&lt;br /&gt;21. nada é impossível de mudar - bertolt brecht – mc&lt;br /&gt;22. portugal no coração – ary dos santos – aa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poemas ditos por ana arqueiro (aa), fernando coelho (fc), gaspar machado (gm), manuela martinez (mm) e marta catarino (mc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumplicidades: biblioteca pública de braga, velha-a-branca – estaleiro cultural, grupo de animação da casa do professor de famalicão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SfRDV8e8W2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/RqsK5moMA7o/s1600-h/IMG_4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SfRDV8e8W2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/RqsK5moMA7o/s320/IMG_4944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328958303378365282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SfRD5vVBWAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8XSnOeh-4RA/s1600-h/IMG_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SfRD5vVBWAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/8XSnOeh-4RA/s320/IMG_4925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328958918322378754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8284250738381341560?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8284250738381341560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8284250738381341560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8284250738381341560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8284250738381341560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/junta-de-salvacao-do-portugal-formoso.html' title='Junta de Salvação do Portugal Formoso - conferência/recital de imprensa'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SedEy5o78KI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IA9QC4HhpQw/s72-c/RANCHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-8674226552130143703</id><published>2009-03-30T13:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:16:42.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a questão da primavera</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM: rascunhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rascunho # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUESTÃO DA PRIMAVERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda, 30 de Março de 2009 21h45 na Velha-a-Branca ORG: Sindicato de Poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Scjw7g-PU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o9wA7yc2_O4/s1600-h/Futuristik.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316764265364804578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Scjw7g-PU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o9wA7yc2_O4/s320/Futuristik.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paisagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve haver lua.&lt;br /&gt;Ela já aparece um pouco&lt;br /&gt;além.&lt;br /&gt;E hei-la cheia suspensa no ar.&lt;br /&gt;É sem dúvida deus&lt;br /&gt;Que com uma prodigiosa&lt;br /&gt;colher de prata&lt;br /&gt;remexe a sopa de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maiakovski, 1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A “Questão da Primavera” que o Sindicato de Poesia apresenta na Velha-a-Branca em 30 de Março de 2009 reúne textos das primeiras Vanguardas do século XX, num percurso que vai do cubo-futurismo de Gertrude Stein, ao orfismo de Fernando Pessoa e Mário de Sá Carneiro, ao futurismo italiano de Ardengo Soffici e Valentine de Saint-Point, ao futurismo russo de Vladimir Maiakovski, ao acmeismo de Anna Akhmatova, à experiência surrealista mais tardia de Mário Césariny.&lt;br /&gt;Os textos serão ditos ao luar, em cenário nocturno, por: Gaspar Machado, Fernando Coelho, Luís Soares Barbosa, Manuela Martinez e Ana Gabriela Macedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordenação de Ana Gabriela Macedo;&lt;br /&gt;Operação de som e vídeo de Sérgio Vilas Boas&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia de Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SdIdGh4rTyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RhCKfYEjwKo/s1600-h/sindico_pg_mar_bÃ©+09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319346107890487074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SdIdGh4rTyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RhCKfYEjwKo/s320/sindico_pg_mar_b%C3%A9+09-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8674226552130143703?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8674226552130143703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8674226552130143703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8674226552130143703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8674226552130143703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-proximo-rascunho-questao-da-primavera.html' title='a questão da primavera'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Scjw7g-PU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o9wA7yc2_O4/s72-c/Futuristik.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7455365687526401737</id><published>2009-02-25T10:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:26:40.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a distância que agora nos separa</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZlFFSqKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/6CBgpTlTDqY/s1600-h/a+distancia+que+agora+nos+separa+mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZlFFSqKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/6CBgpTlTDqY/s320/a+distancia+que+agora+nos+separa+mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303345993415804066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SaUU8cw8WcI/AAAAAAAAANY/7S0OKEerkHI/s1600-h/sindico_fev2009_-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SaUU8cw8WcI/AAAAAAAAANY/7S0OKEerkHI/s320/sindico_fev2009_-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306670764672178626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM: rascunhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rascunho # 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a distância que agora nos separa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda, 23 Fev e Quarta, 25 de Fev | 21h45 | ORG: Sindicato de Poesia | ciclo "Doze Meses Menos Um – Rascunhos#2", n'A BRASILEIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a distância que agora nos separa” será o segundo rascunho de “Doze Meses Menos Um”, conjunto de recitais que o Sindicato de Poesia apresentará durante 2009. Ana Arqueiro, António Durães, Gaspar Queiroz (que tentou juntar não-proposições) e Sandra Andrade usarão pedras e tangerinas e palavras dos livros de Daniel Faria Homens que são como lugares mal situados, Dos líquidos e Explicação das árvores e de outros animais nos dias 23 (Segunda-feira) e 25 (Quarta-feira) de Fevereiro, às 21h45, no café “A Brasileira”, para medir distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel Faria deixou o que transcende a memória de um nome, a permanência de um lampejo que o futuro, corrector de impulsos e de distracções, bem poderá erigir ao plano de uma evidência maior. (...) Os poemas de Daniel Faria assombram-se e acendem-se num advento da morte, tão ansiado quanto temido, que dela faz pedra da ara do sacrifício e aprendizagem do voo da redenção. Desta antecipação do fim, percebido como golpe, e não como condição, tratam os versos que o equiparam ao que 'dói como os cristais que são impuros' por serem humaníssimos na sua efemeridade." Mário Cláudio, Legenda para uma casa habitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Faria nasceu em 10 de Abril de 1971, em Baltar, Paredes. Licenciou-se em Teologia na Universidade Católica Portuguesa e em Estudos Portugueses na Faculdade de Letras da Universidade do Porto. Algumas publicações: Oxálida (Porto, Associação dos Estudantes da Faculdade de Teologia do Porto, 1992), A Casa dos Ceifeiros (Porto, Associação dos Estudantes da Faculdade de Teologia do Porto, 1993), Explicação das árvores e de outros animais (Porto, Fundação Manuel Leão, Colecção Fogo das Figuras, 1, 1998), Homens que são como lugares mal situados (Porto, Fundação Manuel Leão, Colecção Fogo das Figuras, 2, 1998) e o póstumo Dos Líquidos (Porto, Fundação Manuel Leão, Colecção Fogo das Figuras, 3, 2000). Colaborou nas revistas Atrium, Humanística e Teologia, Via Spiritus e Limiar. Quando faleceu, em 9 de Junho de 1999, era noviço no Mosteiro de Singeverga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MF8CdY5I/AAAAAAAAANo/9qXd9LhRNaI/s1600-h/sindico_fev2009_-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MF8CdY5I/AAAAAAAAANo/9qXd9LhRNaI/s320/sindico_fev2009_-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335044360070034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MsRbLJ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/c8-q-5O-pVI/s1600-h/sindico_fev2009_-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MsRbLJ5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/c8-q-5O-pVI/s320/sindico_fev2009_-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335702935906194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MjOH9IFI/AAAAAAAAANw/BsoXd1S_D_o/s1600-h/sindico_fev2009_-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa6MjOH9IFI/AAAAAAAAANw/BsoXd1S_D_o/s320/sindico_fev2009_-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335547431166034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ainda mostrado no dia 8 de Junho, 21h30, no Palacete dos Viscondes de Balsemão,&lt;br /&gt;Praça de Carlos Alberto, 71 — Porto, inserido no colóquio “E agora sei que oiço as coisas devagar” – evocação e escuta de Daniel Faria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://eagorasei.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7455365687526401737?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7455365687526401737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7455365687526401737&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7455365687526401737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7455365687526401737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-proximo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;a distância que agora nos separa&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZlFFSqKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/6CBgpTlTDqY/s72-c/a+distancia+que+agora+nos+separa+mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2643247447775090761</id><published>2009-01-26T11:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:13:51.719Z</updated><title type='text'>aqui vai tudo de mal a pior</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZqZltf2x3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/R9uxOFHshgk/s1600-h/sindicato_jan2009-2+p%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZqZltf2x3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/R9uxOFHshgk/s320/sindicato_jan2009-2+p%26b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303720384329598834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SX9kga5FusI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KwKCcMqQiOw/s1600-h/contra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SX9kga5FusI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KwKCcMqQiOw/s320/contra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296062194948356802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM: rascunhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rascunho # 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui vai tudo de mal a pior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;26 de Janeiro, às 21h45&lt;br /&gt;no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;Largo da Senhora-a-Branca, nº 23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contos de “A Planície em Chamas”, de Juan Rulfo, ditos por Ana Rei, Daniel Pereira, Francisca Vasconcelos, Gaspar Machado e Marta Catarino (que dirige).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda sonora: Lhasa de Sela, Chavela Vargas, Alejando e Vicente Fernández.&lt;br /&gt;Operação de som de Rui Chaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumplicidades: Biblioteca Pública de Braga e Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguns cúmplices: Sérgio Xavier (som) e Pedro Guimarães (foto de cena).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro rascunho de “DOZE MESES MENOS UM: rascunhos”, conjunto de recitais que o Sindicato de Poesia apresentará, na última segunda-feira de cada mês, durante 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Partindo do livro “A Planície em Chamas”, de Juan Rulfo, escritor maior do México, dos 17 contos que compõem “um livro que queima as mãos”, segundo o crítico Edmundo Valadés, foram apresentados três: “É que somos muito pobres”, “Lembra-te” e “O Dia do Desmoronamento”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rio sobe, uma rapariga perde-se. Às catástrofes naturais sucedem-se as dos homens. Um universo angustiante, fatalista, povoado de fantasmas, como todo o imaginário de Juan Rulfo, mas que nos atrai pela simplicidade narrativa cristalina de um conto infantil. Contos duros, irónicos, por vezes brutais, onde a ambiguidade das personagens é um reflexo da vida não no México dos anos 50, mas aqui e agora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre “A Planície em Chamas” (1953), ed. Cavalo de Ferro, 2003:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uma “coisa” sem nome que agarra tanto o leitor como as personagens, ficam todos reféns da planície. O “El Llano” adquire uma aura quase mágica – as vénias de Jorge Luis Borges a Juan Rulfo, ou a confessa influência do mexicano nos “realistas mágicos” (Gabriel García Márquez) deve-se mais a essa peculiar geografia (génese remota do Macondo) do que ao estilo, de um angustiante realismo. “A Planície em Chamas” é um clássico, o livro foi publicado em 1953. Juan Rulfo (1918-1986) só viria a editar mais um, o romance “Pedro Páramo”, dois anos depois.” &lt;br /&gt;José Prata (28/11/03, O Independente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vivi, portanto, numa zona devastada. Não apenas de devassidão humana, mas devassidão geográfica." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Rulfo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre Juan Rulfo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Juan Rulfo foi um dos grandes escritores latino-americanos do Século XX e nas suas obras apresenta-se uma combinação de realidade e fantasia, cuja acção se desenrola em cenários sul-americanos, e as suas personagens representam e reflectem o típico do lugar, com as suas grandes problemáticas socio-culturais entrelaçadas com o mundo fantástico. Muitos dos seus textos têm sido base de produções cinematográficas.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de 1946 o autor dedicou-se também à fotografia, médium com o qual realizou notáveis composições. Em 1947 casou-se com Clara Aparicio, com a qual teve quatro filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um incansável viajante e participou em vários congressos e encontros internacionais, e obteve prémios como o Prémio Nacional de Literatura no México em 1970 e o Prémio Príncipe de Astúrias em Espanha em 1983. Faleceu no México em 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa_lNE5Y72I/AAAAAAAAAOA/cPp_83ZnTdE/s1600-h/pguimaraes_sp_jan2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sa_lNE5Y72I/AAAAAAAAAOA/cPp_83ZnTdE/s320/pguimaraes_sp_jan2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309714498508615522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2643247447775090761?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2643247447775090761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2643247447775090761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2643247447775090761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2643247447775090761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui-vai-tudo-de-mal-pior.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;aqui vai tudo de mal a pior&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SZqZltf2x3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/R9uxOFHshgk/s72-c/sindicato_jan2009-2+p%26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7578633232657201117</id><published>2009-01-14T12:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:14:51.077Z</updated><title type='text'>entre mares</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SWyRTAagBQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vIt5Iwnt9wc/s1600-h/Convite+-+Entre+Mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SWyRTAagBQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vIt5Iwnt9wc/s320/Convite+-+Entre+Mares.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290763417968182530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECITAL . REITORIA . PORTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ENTRE MARES” Clara Ghimel&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Sindicato da Poesia&lt;br /&gt;(Ana Gabriela Macedo + Ana Arqueiro + António Durães + Manuela Martinez&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;Ana Luísa Amaral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/01/09&lt;br /&gt;18h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alinhamento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Coisas de partir - Ana Luísa Amaral                                                               &lt;br /&gt;2- Pirata - Sophia de Mello Breyner                               &lt;br /&gt;3- Sou de vidro - Lídia Jorge                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………Clara Ghimel……………….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4- Tanto de meu estado me acho incerto - Luís de Vaz Camões                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;5-Canção de estar em terra - Joaquim Pessoa                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;6- Natureza Morta com Paradoxos‏ - Nuno Júdice                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;7- Mar Português - Fernando Pessoa                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………Clara Ghimel……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Os versos que te fiz - Florbela Espanca                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;9- Coisa Amar - Manuel Alegre                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;10- Última Meditação de Camões - Ana Luísa Amaral      &lt;br /&gt;11- O meu amado chega e enquanto despe as sandálias de couro - Ana Paula Tavares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………Clara Ghimel……………….&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7578633232657201117?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7578633232657201117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7578633232657201117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7578633232657201117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7578633232657201117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/entre-mares.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;entre mares&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SWyRTAagBQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vIt5Iwnt9wc/s72-c/Convite+-+Entre+Mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7544690887097706555</id><published>2009-01-03T22:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:40:02.933Z</updated><title type='text'>o projecto para 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DOZE MESES MENOS UM (RASCUNHOS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos projectos do sindicato de poesia para o ano 2009 consta da concretização metódica e instrumental de uma parceria com o estaleiro cultural velha-a-branca, de modo a realizar na última segunda-feira de todos os meses (menos um: agosto), um conjunto de recitais diversos, ou seja, sem nenhuma relação aparente entre si, senão o de juntar os habituais recitadores do sindicato com outros menos habituais, e mesmo com alguns recitadores improváveis, em pequenos rascunhos do que poderia(á) vir a ser um recital enformado das características que nos têm caracterizado. Reedita-se desta forma uma parceria, e uma prática de experimentação, que tão bons frutos deu num passado recentíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para o sindicato evidente que algumas das experiências poéticas que irá rascunhar serão passadas a limpo, a seu tempo e a seu modo, transformando-se o rascunho em recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têmo-los - aos rascunhos que iremos produzir - devidamente sinalizados, sabemos ao que vamos, mas ansiamos pela aventura da poesia, pela surpresa que as experiências que iremos concretizar nos proporcionarão, pelos os resultados que iremos obter, rascunho a rascunho, recital a recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos, neste momento, apresentar uma ideia concreta do trabalho que queremos produzir. Num momento da planificação desta série de pequenos recitais sentimo-nos impelidos a isso, a autoresponsabilizarmo-nos um pouco mais do que esta medida sofrida que agora propomos nos responsabiliza. Mas no estado actual da vida cultural bracarense, preferimos dizer que continuamos a descoberta que iniciámos em 1996, navegando à vista, que a aventura nos mares profundos requer ferramentas que nos estão vedadas, para o bem e para o mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O calendário é, pois, este que hoje vos apresentamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns destes rascunhos serão apresentados na velha-a-branca. Outros não. Serão à noite, porque o futuro do verbo ser a isso nos constringe. Falaremos - pela voz dos mais diversos poetas e poemas que convocaremos - da poesia ela mesma, do teatro e dos actores, do cinema, da música, da pintura, etc e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só para contrariar, na última segunda-feira de janeiro, esquecemos a poesia e começamos com três contos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso são contos de que vos daremos conta já a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7544690887097706555?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7544690887097706555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7544690887097706555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7544690887097706555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7544690887097706555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-projecto-para-2009.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o projecto para 2009&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-5681626601345213076</id><published>2008-11-28T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:15:18.627Z</updated><title type='text'>setembro outra vez</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Z41joHcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_Soe_z3zScA/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Z41joHcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_Soe_z3zScA/s320/sindicato_nov2008-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391784169840066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Z1DrjYsI/AAAAAAAAAME/utW4e9ayoGE/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Z1DrjYsI/AAAAAAAAAME/utW4e9ayoGE/s320/sindicato_nov2008-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391719241704130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZwK195nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rEM2Hj_W5J8/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZwK195nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rEM2Hj_W5J8/s320/sindicato_nov2008-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391635265087090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZsNttmLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jDgbtyJQIU8/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZsNttmLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jDgbtyJQIU8/s320/sindicato_nov2008-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391567316293810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZolZTYpI/AAAAAAAAALs/m9Rdi7hGidU/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZolZTYpI/AAAAAAAAALs/m9Rdi7hGidU/s320/sindicato_nov2008-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391504953664146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Zk7xBupI/AAAAAAAAALk/Df_J2aYttco/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Zk7xBupI/AAAAAAAAALk/Df_J2aYttco/s320/sindicato_nov2008-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391442239273618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZhQP08ZI/AAAAAAAAALc/j6lNUar7_lo/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZhQP08ZI/AAAAAAAAALc/j6lNUar7_lo/s320/sindicato_nov2008-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391379017691538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZdT71AHI/AAAAAAAAALU/-IUaHnXiX8w/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZdT71AHI/AAAAAAAAALU/-IUaHnXiX8w/s320/sindicato_nov2008-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391311288074354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZYik2xqI/AAAAAAAAALM/T6HS0ruIi8o/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZYik2xqI/AAAAAAAAALM/T6HS0ruIi8o/s320/sindicato_nov2008-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391229318907554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZSenWfdI/AAAAAAAAALE/DZK7oBpKtYI/s1600-h/sindicato_nov2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7ZSenWfdI/AAAAAAAAALE/DZK7oBpKtYI/s320/sindicato_nov2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391125176417746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;setembro outra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os poemas de josé manuel mendes&lt;br /&gt;pelo sindicato de poesia&lt;br /&gt;28 de novembro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;21h30&lt;br /&gt;casa museu nogueira da silva, braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alinhamento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poema * razões  *  corpo/voz * página&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(um piano secreto, in sons da infância, luís pipa – felix mendelssohn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;primeiro movimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando um pássaro * tempo/memória * AGM  * 81&lt;br /&gt;refúgio  *  tempo/memória * FC  * 18&lt;br /&gt;tribos  *  tempo/memória * AA *  21&lt;br /&gt;fonte  *  tempo/memória * AD  * 33&lt;br /&gt;no pó inscrevemos os sinais tempo/memória  MC  * 38&lt;br /&gt;outros mastros  * tempo/memória * MM *  39&lt;br /&gt;recordação de guernica    *     tempo/memória * AD  * 46&lt;br /&gt;cantar de amigo    *     tempo/memória  * AA  * 48&lt;br /&gt;estuário *  tempo/memória * MC  * 52&lt;br /&gt;advento   * tempo/memória * GM  * 55&lt;br /&gt;fap  *  tempo/memória * AD *  56&lt;br /&gt;primeiro de dezembro * tempo/memória * FC  * 62&lt;br /&gt;todo o tempo *  tempo/memória * MC  * 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(o timbre na pedra, in marcha para dois vapores, de JMM &amp; luís pipa, para AD, 23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;segundo movimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostar  *  casas/cidades * GM  * 13&lt;br /&gt;onde morar *  casas/cidades * AGM  * 16&lt;br /&gt;andaime do mar     *     casas/cidades * AD *  17&lt;br /&gt;véspera      *     casas/cidades * MC  * 22&lt;br /&gt;nessa paragem  * casas/cidades * AGM  * 28&lt;br /&gt;bairro  *  casas/cidades * GM  * 41&lt;br /&gt;copenhagen  * casas/cidades * AGM  * 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(não como as aves, marcha para dois vapores, de JMM &amp; luís pipa, para AD, 19)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por estas ruas  * casas/cidades * AA  * 66&lt;br /&gt;ânfora  *  casas/cidades * MM *  78&lt;br /&gt;cidades      *     casas/cidades * GM  * 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(advento, in folha a folha, de JMM &amp; jorge cravo, para JC,   55)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terceiro movimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinza  *  corpo *  MM  * 11&lt;br /&gt;ilha   * corpo *  GM  * 27&lt;br /&gt;navios  *  corpo  * MM *  26&lt;br /&gt;mulheres  * corpo *  FC *  35&lt;br /&gt;fossem meus olhos * corpo *  AA  * 37&lt;br /&gt;barcarola *  corpo  * FC *  50&lt;br /&gt;perfis da sede  * corpo  * MM *  53&lt;br /&gt;se um moroso fulgor * corpo  * AGM  * 59&lt;br /&gt;litoral  *  corpo *  FC *  87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fado dos meus fados, in à noite, de JMM &amp; joaquim campos, para carlos do carmo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficha artística final:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recitantes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM – manuela martinez; GM – gaspar machado; AGM – ana gabriela macedo; AD – antónio durães; FC – fernando coelho; AA – ana arqueiro; MC – marta catarino;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selecção de textos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana gabriela macedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;direcção «cénica»: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fotografia «de cena»:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pedro guimarães &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apoio, agradecimentos &amp; cumplicidades: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinil café e, (claro), biblioteca pública de braga + museu nogueira da silva + carlos corais + henrique barreto nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;produção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sindicato de poesia/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organização: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biblioteca pública de braga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-5681626601345213076?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5681626601345213076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=5681626601345213076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5681626601345213076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5681626601345213076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/prximo-recital.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;setembro outra vez&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SS7Z41joHcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_Soe_z3zScA/s72-c/sindicato_nov2008-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2462361128608826490</id><published>2008-10-08T16:43:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:30:52.869Z</updated><title type='text'>portugal formoso - 14 Outubro 2008</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SO8k2Dvh2wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/INZseDerXu0/s1600-h/portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SO8k2Dvh2wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/INZseDerXu0/s320/portugal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255459801300851458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 de Outubro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terça-feira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h30,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFERÊNCIA (RECITAL) DE IMPRENSA: PORTUGAL FORMOSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Portugal foi a razão / Por que um dia morreu meu irmão / Mas também é coração / A bater nesta canção.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (SOM) assim falou zaratrusta – richard strauss &lt;br /&gt;2. lusitânia no bairro latino, excerto - antónio nobre - antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;3. lugar onde – ruy belo – marta catarino&lt;br /&gt;4. portugal – alexandre o’neill – manuela martinez&lt;br /&gt;5. portugal futuro – ruy belo – gaspar machado&lt;br /&gt;6. pátria – sophia de melo breyner – fernando coelho&lt;br /&gt;7. a portugal – jorge de sena – antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;8. no país dos sacanas  - jorge de sena – marta Catarino&lt;br /&gt;9. portugal – miguel torga – manuela martinez&lt;br /&gt;10. as amoras – eugénio de andrade – gaspar machado&lt;br /&gt;11. portugal – jorge sousa braga – antónio durães&lt;br /&gt;12. portugal no coração – ary dos santos - ana gabriela macedo&lt;br /&gt;13. (SOM) portugal no coração - ary dos santos/pedro osório – os amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNbBs1r11I0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2462361128608826490?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2462361128608826490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2462361128608826490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2462361128608826490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2462361128608826490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/proximo-recital_08.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;portugal formoso&lt;/strong&gt; - 14 Outubro 2008'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SO8k2Dvh2wI/AAAAAAAAAKc/INZseDerXu0/s72-c/portugal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-8408780746649081544</id><published>2008-06-27T19:08:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:31:10.957Z</updated><title type='text'>fernando c. lapa - Junho/Julho 2008</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUueNZz4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SMgN9ufBv_A/s1600-h/cartaz+lapa+com+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUueNZz4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SMgN9ufBv_A/s320/cartaz+lapa+com+foto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216626839907459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUuzvkfyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2HYPxoqbX7E/s1600-h/folha_sala_lapa_+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUuzvkfyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2HYPxoqbX7E/s320/folha_sala_lapa_+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216627209856338082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUuryq3k8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/t08WGhWIOG4/s1600-h/folha_sala_lapa_+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUuryq3k8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/t08WGhWIOG4/s320/folha_sala_lapa_+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216627073249416130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUule3YaNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3JAb2CyLhks/s1600-h/cartaz+lapa+sem+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUule3YaNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3JAb2CyLhks/s320/cartaz+lapa+sem+foto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216626964853975250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação no espectáculo de homenagem ao compositor Fernando C. Lapa, organizada e produzida pelo Coro Académico da Universidade do Minho,com espectáculos nos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 26 de junho, 21h30, no Auditório da Fundação Eng. António Almeida, no Porto;&lt;br /&gt;- 28 de Junho, 21h30, no Theatro Circo, de Braga;&lt;br /&gt;- 04 de Julho, 21h30, no Teatro de Vila Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organização/interpretação: CAUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção musical: Rui Paulo Teixeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;música coral: Fernando C. Lapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encenação: António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o Sindicato de Poesia, entre outras participações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para estes espectáculos, o Sindicato seleccionou os poemas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neste País Sem Olhos e Sem Boca, de Ruy Belo (Marta Catarino/Ana Gabriela Macedo);&lt;br /&gt;- Portugal, de Alexandre O'Neill (Manuela Martinez);&lt;br /&gt;- Um Dia Não Muito Longe Não Muito Perto, de Ruy Belo (Gaspar Machado);&lt;br /&gt;- Pátria, de Sophia de Mello Breyner (Fernando Coelho);&lt;br /&gt;- Portugal, de Jorge Sousa Braga (António Durães);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8408780746649081544?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8408780746649081544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8408780746649081544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8408780746649081544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8408780746649081544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/fernando-c-lapa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;fernando c. lapa&lt;/strong&gt; - Junho/Julho 2008'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SGUueNZz4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SMgN9ufBv_A/s72-c/cartaz+lapa+com+foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-4270083277174660228</id><published>2008-05-24T14:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:27:21.924Z</updated><title type='text'>padre antónio vieira - Fevereiro 2008</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Recital em fevereiro de 2008 na Biblioteca da Universidade doe Minho, integrado numa exposição comemorativa dos 400 anos de nascimento de Padre António Vieira. As obras apresentadas ilustram os aspectos mais significativos do pensamento e acção de Padre António Vieira, havendo a salientar que algumas das publicações em exposição datam do século XVII, XVIII e XIX. A exposição é ainda complementada por uma biografia do autor. A organização deste evento contou com a colaboração da Biblioteca do Centro de Estudos Humanísticos da Universidade do Minho, do Professor José Marques do Instituto de Letras e Ciências Humanas da U.M. e do Sindicato de Poesia de Braga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4270083277174660228?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4270083277174660228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4270083277174660228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4270083277174660228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4270083277174660228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/padre-antnio-vieira.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;padre antónio vieira&lt;/strong&gt; - Fevereiro 2008'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-8235085871474976488</id><published>2008-05-02T10:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:28:51.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - OS LIVROS</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD06z8VGkcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/56zIYOD9bFg/s1600-h/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD06z8VGkcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/56zIYOD9bFg/s320/livros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205381408352539074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;o Sindicato de Poesia convoca os cidadãos para mais um recital. Convocados serão, igualmente, OS LIVROS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção de Luís Barroso; &lt;br /&gt;poemas ditos por João Figueiredo, Luís Barroso, Manuela Martinez e Sofia Saldanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Escolhemos para este novo recital inserido no ciclo "o sindicato de poesia convoca" OS LIVROS.&lt;br /&gt;O livro: objecto real, imaginado. A leitura: momento mágico.&lt;br /&gt;É dos livros que bebemos a sabedoria e alimentamos os sonhos; é através deles que viajamos para novos sítios e velhos; e nos situamos, certos de que somos isto, mas poderiamos ser outra coisa que não esta; outro tempo, outra matéria.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h00, no Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca, na Senhora-a-Branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrmZxeKjrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/finCG4D2HyI/s1600-h/novas+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrmZxeKjrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/finCG4D2HyI/s320/novas+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195718450576264882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrmQheKjqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7cO_t-CEzr4/s1600-h/novas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrmQheKjqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7cO_t-CEzr4/s320/novas+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195718291662474914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8235085871474976488?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8235085871474976488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8235085871474976488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8235085871474976488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8235085871474976488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-livros.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - OS LIVROS&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD06z8VGkcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/56zIYOD9bFg/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6279837116543776931</id><published>2008-05-01T17:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:30:27.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - VINTE E TAL POEMAS DE AMOR E UMA CANÇÃO DESESPERADA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local: Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção: Marta Catarina e Sofia Saldanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnwxBeKjjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0hQM36Dpzrg/s1600-h/IMGP0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnvfheKjhI/AAAAAAAAADs/r5KT9tU9UH8/s320/IMGP5284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195446969988451858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnucheKjgI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hdwz8kqYFQ8/s1600-h/IMGP5253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnucheKjgI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hdwz8kqYFQ8/s320/IMGP5253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445818937216514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-5869459228294391391?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5869459228294391391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=5869459228294391391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5869459228294391391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5869459228294391391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/poesia-em-portugal-uma-espcie-de-jogo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - A POESIA EM PORTUGAL - UMA ESPÉCIE DE JOGO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnvfheKjhI/AAAAAAAAADs/r5KT9tU9UH8/s72-c/IMGP5284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-4895293942639672156</id><published>2008-04-24T13:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:51:58.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>narrando o pós-moderno - 24 Abril 2008</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SnhKzUB21dI/AAAAAAAAATI/GPoeHs9ftYg/s1600-h/AGM_pos_moderno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SnhKzUB21dI/AAAAAAAAATI/GPoeHs9ftYg/s200/AGM_pos_moderno.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121201422226898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Narrando o pós-moderno” na livraria Centésima Página.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Participação a 24 de Abril de 2008 na apresentação ao público, do livro “Narrando o pós-moderno”, de Ana Gabriela Macedo, cuja edição é do Centro de Estudos Humanísticos da Universidade do Minho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Aliando a voz a excertos da obra “Orlando”, de Virginia Wolf, os declamadores introduziram os presentes numa atmosfera íntima e envolvente, conjugando ainda a imagem ao som, com a projecção de fotografias, pinturas e imagens de Paula Rego e Virgínia Woolf, entre outros».&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4895293942639672156?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4895293942639672156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4895293942639672156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4895293942639672156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4895293942639672156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/narrando-o-ps-moderno.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;narrando o pós-moderno&lt;/strong&gt; - 24 Abril 2008'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SnhKzUB21dI/AAAAAAAAATI/GPoeHs9ftYg/s72-c/AGM_pos_moderno.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2829059899460683754</id><published>2008-03-18T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:37:46.785Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008/03/18 - Arte Poética'/><title type='text'>ARTE POÉTICA (18/03/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/R-frexy8gVI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdicodpGbq0/s1600-h/Poster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181368810308665682" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" height="348" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/R-frexy8gVI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdicodpGbq0/s320/Poster.bmp" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poema(s) de: Kenneth Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local: Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva, Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participantes: Ana Arqueiro, Ana Cláudia Carvalho, António Durães, Catarina Costa, Cláudia Horta, Fernando Martins, Ilda Lopes, Irene Brito e Marisa Queirós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: António Durães, com Gaspar Machado e Marta Catarino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/R-fpeRy8gUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/znWzKl7YIao/s1600-h/P3180107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181366602695475522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/R-fpeRy8gUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/znWzKl7YIao/s320/P3180107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2829059899460683754?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2829059899460683754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2829059899460683754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2829059899460683754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2829059899460683754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/03/arte-potica-18032008.html' title='ARTE POÉTICA (18/03/2008)'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/R-frexy8gVI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdicodpGbq0/s72-c/Poster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-8935129652153313164</id><published>2008-01-31T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:10:52.904Z</updated><title type='text'>torga 2 - o recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sb6TX-Kn4-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7vKG-NZVSQ0/s1600-h/Torga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sb6TX-Kn4-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7vKG-NZVSQ0/s320/Torga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313846650377593826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Recital integrado na Exposição comemorativa do centenário do nascimento de Miguel Torga, na Biblioteca Píblica de Braga (Salão Medieval).&lt;br /&gt;O recital seguiu a orientação expositiva comissariada por Carlos Mendes de Sousa, e os textos foram ditos por Ana Gabriela Macedo, António Durães, Fernando Coelho, Gaspar Machado, Manuela Martinez e Marta Catarino. Durante o recital, ouviram-se textos ditos por Miguel Torga.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8935129652153313164?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8935129652153313164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8935129652153313164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8935129652153313164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8935129652153313164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/torga-2-o-recital.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;torga 2 - o recital&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/Sb6TX-Kn4-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7vKG-NZVSQ0/s72-c/Torga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-4952006127128515884</id><published>2007-10-24T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:15:14.347Z</updated><title type='text'>torga: 1 (a caminho) - Outubro 2007</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIGUEL TORGA NO CAMPO GERÊS - POEMAS A CAMINHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa caminhada pelo Gerês, o Sindicato de Poesia, convoca Miguel Torga,&lt;br /&gt;a caminho de, na Biblioteca Pública de Braga, sem embrenhar na poesia e na obra de Miguel Torga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagens aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.truveo.com/Textos-de-Miguel-Torga-lidos-no-Campo-do-Ger%C3%AAs/id/168329975&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4952006127128515884?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4952006127128515884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4952006127128515884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4952006127128515884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4952006127128515884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/torga-1miguel-torga-no-campo-gers.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;torga: 1 (a caminho)&lt;/strong&gt; - Outubro 2007'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-1601414991371663378</id><published>2007-02-27T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:37:10.941Z</updated><title type='text'>CENA DO ÓDIO - Fevereiro 2007</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnWlxeKjQI/AAAAAAAAABk/z0hPwRLQUCM/s1600-h/cartaz-sindicato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnWlxeKjQI/AAAAAAAAABk/z0hPwRLQUCM/s320/cartaz-sindicato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195419589571939586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnVwxeKjPI/AAAAAAAAABc/-ARa4JSjNU8/s1600-h/pedro+guimar%C3%A3es+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnVwxeKjPI/AAAAAAAAABc/-ARa4JSjNU8/s320/pedro+guimar%C3%A3es+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195418679038872818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cena do Ódio, de José de Almada Negreiros, é o longo texto escolhido pelo Sindicato de Poesia, para dizer (para intervir, talvez seja mais correcto dizê-lo) neste momento preciso da vida portuguesa. Escrito a propósito de uma revolução de que pouco ou quase nada a fala a história (acontecida no distante ano de 1915) e durante os três dias e as três noites que durou essa revolução, é um Almada febril que, contaminado pela doença do ódio, o destila genialmente em tanta quantidade quanto pode, nas páginas que, noventa e um anos depois, (quer da sua redacção, quer da posterior publicação na revista Orpheu), o SINDICATO DE POESIA se propõe fazer reouvir. &lt;br /&gt;E escolheu, para sítio desse dar a ouvir, algumas Juntas de Freguesia do Conselho de Braga. Nesta fase fá-lo-à apenas em cinco delas. Outras, certamente, se seguirão. Em Braga, pois, mas também fora destes muros.&lt;br /&gt;Que há de comum entre a realidade social de 1915 e a de 2007? &lt;br /&gt;É por estes cotejos, olhando para os cantos das nossas casas tantos anos volvidos, que percebemos melhor quem somos e o verdadeiro lugar que habitamos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FICHA TÉCNICA E ARTÍSTICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: &lt;br /&gt;A CENA DO ÓDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: &lt;br /&gt;Almada Negreiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: &lt;br /&gt;António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoio ao Movimento:&lt;br /&gt;Cristina Mendanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criação do Espaço Musical:&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Carneiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultor Mágico:&lt;br /&gt;Hélder Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design de prospecto:&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Lhano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia de cena:&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção: &lt;br /&gt;Sindicato de Poesia, Janeiro/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervenientes: &lt;br /&gt;Ana Gabriela Macedo, Gaspar Machado, Inês Fontes, João Figueiredo, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino e Paulo Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoios: &lt;br /&gt;Delegação Norte da Secretaria de Estado da Cultura e Junta de Freguesia da Sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidade:&lt;br /&gt;Biblioteca Pública de Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locais e datas de apresentação: &lt;br /&gt;02 de Fevereiro, sexta-feira, 21h45, Junta de Freguesia da Sé&lt;br /&gt;03 de Fevereiro, sábado, 21h45, Junta de Freguesia de Fradelos&lt;br /&gt;09 de Fevereiro, sexta-feira, 21h45, na Junta de Freguesia de S. Vicente&lt;br /&gt;10 de Fevereiro, Junta de Freguesia de S. Victor&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;br /&gt;22 de Fevereiro, Biblioteca Pública de Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1601414991371663378?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1601414991371663378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1601414991371663378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1601414991371663378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1601414991371663378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/cena-do-dio.html' title='CENA DO ÓDIO - Fevereiro 2007'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnWlxeKjQI/AAAAAAAAABk/z0hPwRLQUCM/s72-c/cartaz-sindicato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-5342214180674213844</id><published>2006-06-05T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:20:38.387Z</updated><title type='text'>adeus, até ao meu regresso</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;autor: vários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção: Ana Gabriela Macedo e Manuela Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local de apresentação: Biblioteca Pública de Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 de junho de 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnzGReKjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wf8ROAxAqQs/s1600-h/IMGP6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnzGReKjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wf8ROAxAqQs/s320/IMGP6875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195450934243266146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnyexeKjlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-727tZ6LMv0/s1600-h/IMGP6800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnyexeKjlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-727tZ6LMv0/s320/IMGP6800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195450255638433362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnx2xeKjkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKkZ970m_Tw/s1600-h/IMGP6855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnx2xeKjkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tKkZ970m_Tw/s320/IMGP6855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195449568443665986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SEZeA8VGkfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ccIqEy_Xnro/s1600-h/adeus+at%C3%A9+ao+meu+regresso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SEZeA8VGkfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ccIqEy_Xnro/s320/adeus+at%C3%A9+ao+meu+regresso.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207953389388206578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-5342214180674213844?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5342214180674213844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=5342214180674213844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5342214180674213844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5342214180674213844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/adeus-at-ao-meu-regresso.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;adeus, até ao meu regresso&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnzGReKjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wf8ROAxAqQs/s72-c/IMGP6875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-305980420761991868</id><published>2006-04-29T13:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:42:25.038Z</updated><title type='text'>du bocage - 29 Abril 2006</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Maria Barbosa du Bocage é o poeta que o Sindicato de Poesia leu, em recital único, na noite de 29 de abril de 2006, a partir das 21h30, na Feira do Livro de Braga.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Gabriela Macedo, António Durães e Fernando Coelho cumprem a selecção de Eduardo Jorge Madureira, numa sequência - porventura - biográfica, ao longo de 11 sonetos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-305980420761991868?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/305980420761991868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=305980420761991868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/305980420761991868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/305980420761991868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/du-bocage.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;du bocage&lt;/strong&gt; - 29 Abril 2006'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-7294525628854405208</id><published>2006-03-30T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:55:11.016Z</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - ARTE DA MÚSICA DE JORGE DE SENA - 30 Março 2006</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;No âmbito do projecto O SINDICATO CONVOCA, dia 30 de março de 2006, às 19h00, no estaleiro cultural Velha-a-Branca, o SINDICATO DE POESIA apresentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTE DA MÚSICA – JORGE DE SENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente, este recital foi planeado pela poeta portuense Inês Lourenço, e concretizado por António Durães e a pianista Sofia Lourenço. E a ideia era muito simples: pensar um recital onde, para além dos textos de Jorge de Sena (um reconhecido melómano) que reflectiam peças musicais concretas, pudéssemos ouvi-las e vibrar com elas, depois das suas palavras reveladoras.&lt;br /&gt;O recital, com este formato, foi mostrado na Fundação Gulbenkian em Lisboa, num domingo soalheiro, à hora de almoço. Como correu bem, a Gulbenkian quis mostrar o recital em Paris, na «outra» Gulbenkian, paredes meias com o Arco de Triunfo. Depois dessa experiência fantástica (a propósito deste recital, a Gulbenkian patrocinou a edição dos textos apresentados e propositadamente traduzidos), ainda pôde ser apresentado em Santa Maria da Feira e, depois disso, em poucos mais sítios.&lt;br /&gt;A versão do recital que o SINDICATO apresentou, vem sem piano e sem pianista, mas acompanhada de um leitor de CD’s. Ouviram-se algumas peças musicais, mas não se vibrou com a emoção da interprete, o que é sempre uma perda irreparável. Fica para uma próxima oportunidade. Estes eram os textos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelúdios e Fugas de J. S. Bach, para órgão&lt;br /&gt;Ainda as sonatas de Domenico Scarlatti, para cravo&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias de Mozart, para Tecla&lt;br /&gt;Chopin: um inventário&lt;br /&gt;A última música de Liszt para piano&lt;br /&gt;Erik Satie para piano&lt;br /&gt;«La Cathédrale Engloutie», de Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estes são os momentos musicais que os precedem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelúdio e Fuga em Lá menor, BWV 564 (Johann Sebastián Bach, por Mirlos Spanyi)&lt;br /&gt;Sonata em Ré menor (Domenico Scarlatti – sonatas para cravo, por Dubravka Tomsic, piano)&lt;br /&gt;Divertimento nº 1 em Ré Maior, K 136 (de Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, pela Camerata Romana e Solistas de Salzburgo)&lt;br /&gt;Nocturno op 9/2 (Frederic Chopin, pelo pianista Peter Schmalfuss)«Sonho de Amor» Nr. 3 (Franz Liszt, pela pianista Helène Gal)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7294525628854405208?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7294525628854405208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7294525628854405208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7294525628854405208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7294525628854405208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-sindicato-comboca-arte-da-msica-de.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - ARTE DA MÚSICA DE JORGE DE SENA&lt;/strong&gt; - 30 Março 2006'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-4674924309081884655</id><published>2006-03-04T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:32:40.721Z</updated><title type='text'>amor rima com dor? - 8 Março 2006</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de Março de 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recital de Poesia, integrado nas comemorações do DIA DA MULHER, dirigido por Ana Gabriel Macedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4674924309081884655?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4674924309081884655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4674924309081884655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4674924309081884655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4674924309081884655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-rima-com-dor.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;amor rima com dor?&lt;/strong&gt; - 8 Março 2006'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-1395120556540369167</id><published>2006-02-25T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:32:41.864Z</updated><title type='text'>a terra sem vida - 23 a 25 Fevereiro 2006</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD1OeMVGkdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cfOodAlKxFQ/s1600-h/postal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD1OeMVGkdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cfOodAlKxFQ/s320/postal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403024922939858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBniUxeKjWI/AAAAAAAAACU/3iLJ2ltnl50/s1600-h/novas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBniUxeKjWI/AAAAAAAAACU/3iLJ2ltnl50/s320/novas+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432491653696866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnh2xeKjVI/AAAAAAAAACM/DGGYvV-5glM/s1600-h/novas+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnh2xeKjVI/AAAAAAAAACM/DGGYvV-5glM/s320/novas+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431976257621330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na Velha a Branca,&lt;br /&gt;a 23, 24 e 25 de Fevereiro de 2006, na Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva (Braga) &lt;br /&gt;e no Museu de Lamego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Terra Sem Vida, de T. S. Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção de António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com a participação de: Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Sofia Saldanha, Vânia Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operação de som de Rui Chaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia de cena: Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cumplicidades: Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva, Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca, Rádio Universitária do Minho, FotoGrafia e Sensoria&lt;br /&gt;cúmplices: Ana Gabriela Macedo, Fernando Villas-Boas, Pedro Guimarães, Luís Barroso, Paulo Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TERRA SEM VIDA, de T. S. Eliot é um mosaico de imagens, paralelismos e interrogações, uma paisagem devastada pela guerra e pela solidão, mas também um ritual catártico que permite libertar-nos dessa dimensão negativa em busca de um qualquer Graal, que poderá, afinal, não ser mais do que a resignação. Tudo se desmorona, para que tudo também volte a nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Imagens-fragmentos com os quais Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Sofia Saldanha, Vânia Gonçalves e Rui Chaby escoram as suas ruínas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta, dramaturgo e crítico inglês, mais conhecido por T. S. Eliot. Estuda Filosofia em Harvard, na Sorbonne e em Oxford. Norte-americano de nascimento e de formação, muda-se para Inglaterra, onde exerceu funções de professor e empregado bancário, assim como de editor literário na Faber &amp; Faber, da qual se tornaria director. Fundou e editou durante os seus 17 anos de existência (1922-1939) a influente e exclusiva revista literária Criterion. Em 1927, Eliot adquire a nacionalidade britânica e por volta da mesma altura converte-se à Igreja Anglicana.&lt;br /&gt;Eliot foi um dos mais radicais inovadores da poesia do século vinte. Sem efectuar qualquer tipo de cedências quer ao público quer à própria língua, seguiu sempre a sua convicção de que a poesia deve ter como objectivo representar as complexidades da civilização moderna numa linguagem própria, e que essa representação não pode originar senão poesia “difícil”. Apesar desta dificuldade, a sua influência na poesia moderna foi extraordinária. Entre a sua obra poética destaca-se  “A Canção de Amor de J. Alfred Prufrock” (1917), “A Terra Sem Vida” (1922), e “Quatro Quartetos” (1943). &lt;br /&gt;Eliot recebeu o Prémio Nobel da Literatura em 1948. Faleceu a 4 de Janeiro de 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptado de Nobel Lectures, Literature 1901-1967, Editor Horst Frenz, Elsevier Publishing Company, Amsterdam, 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1395120556540369167?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1395120556540369167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1395120556540369167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1395120556540369167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1395120556540369167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/terra-sem-vida.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;a terra sem vida&lt;/strong&gt; - 23 a 25 Fevereiro 2006'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD1OeMVGkdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cfOodAlKxFQ/s72-c/postal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6635921182970432914</id><published>2005-11-24T16:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:59:53.636Z</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - ERAS MELHOR DO QUE EU NA ESCRITA - NOVA POESIA PORTUGUESA - 24 Novembro 2005</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnc9ReKjUI/AAAAAAAAACE/vaG7E_Nsg8g/s1600-h/novas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnc9ReKjUI/AAAAAAAAACE/vaG7E_Nsg8g/s320/novas+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195426590368632130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;24 de Novembro de 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERAS MELHOR DO QUE EU NA ESCRITA - NOVA POESIA PORTUGUESA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educador de Infância: António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de Camões, depois de Pessoa, depois de Sophia, a mais recente poesia portuguesa. Alguns dos mais novos poetas que, ainda que quase desconhecidos, se vêm destacando no panorama da moderna poesia portuguesa, mormente os publicados apenas nos anos noventa. E neste recital estão representados Maria do Rosário Pedreira, Jorge Melícias, Daniel Faria, Ana Marques Gastão, Vasco Gato, Valter Hugo Mãe, José Tolentino Mendonça, Manuel de Freitas, Gonçalo M. Tavares, Daniel Maia-Pinto Rodrigues, Tiago Rodrigues, José Miguel Silva, Rui Pires Cabral, Paulo José Miranda, José Miguel Silva, José Mário Silva, Carlos Saraiva Pinto e João Lopes.&lt;br /&gt;Lugar para a poesia que se constrói no caderno de duas linhas do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mai nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas ditos por: João Figueiredo, Inês Vilas-Boas, Luís Barroso, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Paulo Pereira e Vânia Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotografia: Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operação de som: Rui Chaby&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;apoios: Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Estaleiro Cultural Velha-a-Branca, Rádio Universitária do Minho e Sensoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agradecimentos: Rui Catarino, Susana Oliveira &amp; Carolina Gonçalves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6635921182970432914?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6635921182970432914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6635921182970432914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6635921182970432914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6635921182970432914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/eras-melhor-do-que-eu-na-escrita-nova.html' title='o sindicato conboca - ERAS MELHOR DO QUE EU NA ESCRITA - NOVA POESIA PORTUGUESA - 24 Novembro 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnc9ReKjUI/AAAAAAAAACE/vaG7E_Nsg8g/s72-c/novas+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6855835064966003393</id><published>2005-10-27T11:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:20:00.899Z</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - VITÓRIA VITÓRIA, ACABOU-SE A HISTÓRIA - 27 Outubro 2005</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 27 de Outubro, pelas 19 horas, na Velha-a-Branca/Estaleiro Cultural, o Sindicato de Poesia colocou de lado a palavra poética, e faz vingar a ideia de contar um conto. Ou melhor, oito contos. Histórias do quotidiano; de amor e ódio; algumas perversas, outras nem tanto; umas de traição e outras de vingança; mas também as há de carinho. Contos para adultos, onde se permite a entrada de crianças (desde que acompanhadas pelos pais ou outros adultos em sua representação).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Vitória, vitória.... acabou-se a história»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem acrescentar um ponto, os contadores presentes (Ana Gabriela Macedo, Luís Barroso, Manuela Martinez, Sofia Saldanha e Vânia Ribeiro) dizem contos de Dylan Thomas, Adélia Prado, Ondjaki, Maria Velho da Costa, Herberto Helder e Ana Hatherly,&lt;br /&gt;numa espécie de mise en scène de António Durães.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha-a-Branca, estaleiro cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrnVBeKjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xT6tdccZUo/s1600-h/novas+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrnVBeKjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xT6tdccZUo/s320/novas+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195719468483514050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto de Pedro Guimarães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6855835064966003393?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6855835064966003393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6855835064966003393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6855835064966003393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6855835064966003393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/vitria-vitria-acabou-se-histria.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - VITÓRIA VITÓRIA, ACABOU-SE A HISTÓRIA&lt;/strong&gt; - 27 Outubro 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrnVBeKjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xT6tdccZUo/s72-c/novas+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-1663115270535121089</id><published>2005-10-13T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:55:43.271Z</updated><title type='text'>palavras sempre ditas com paixão</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Um verso de Sophia que deu origem a um recital, todo ele com textos de Sophia de melo Breyner, criado e primeiramente mostrado na Biblioteca Almeida Garrett, Porto, e que mostrou na tarde do dia 13 de outubro de 2005, às 19h00, na Universidade do Minho, Campus de Gualtar, no âmbito de um congresso organizado pela Faculdade de Letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras de Sophia serão ditas por Gaspar Machado, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Sofia Saldanha e Vânia Gonçalves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um recital em três Respirações e um Oráculo disfarçado de prólogo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1663115270535121089?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1663115270535121089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1663115270535121089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1663115270535121089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1663115270535121089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/palavras-sempre-ditas-com-paixo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;palavras sempre ditas com paixão&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-5852837840332285461</id><published>2005-07-01T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:31:34.347Z</updated><title type='text'>saberes &amp; sabores - a poesia à mesa Março a Julho 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnofheKjcI/AAAAAAAAADE/7ItV8NQS1BE/s1600-h/novas+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnofheKjcI/AAAAAAAAADE/7ItV8NQS1BE/s320/novas+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439273407057346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnoXheKjbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hx2H7A-LJac/s1600-h/novas+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnoXheKjbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hx2H7A-LJac/s320/novas+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439135968103858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnoNReKjaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C-iOUaQQz78/s1600-h/novas+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnoNReKjaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C-iOUaQQz78/s320/novas+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195438959874444706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fotos do recital em Chaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autores: vários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locais de apresentação: &lt;br /&gt;17/03/2005 S. João da Madeira&lt;br /&gt;03/06/2005 - Chaves Congresso Encontro de Culturas&lt;br /&gt;28/07/2005 - Velha-a-Branca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-5852837840332285461?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5852837840332285461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=5852837840332285461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5852837840332285461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/5852837840332285461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/saberes-sabores-poesia-mesa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;saberes &amp; sabores - a poesia à mesa&lt;/strong&gt; Março a Julho 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnofheKjcI/AAAAAAAAADE/7ItV8NQS1BE/s72-c/novas+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-1903373062844858891</id><published>2005-06-30T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:19:20.576Z</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - ANTOLOGIA BREVE DE EUGÉNIO DE ANDRADE - 30 Junho 2005</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os poemas de Eugénio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num recital dirigido por Eduardo Jorge Madureira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na Velha a Branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em 30-06-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1903373062844858891?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1903373062844858891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1903373062844858891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1903373062844858891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1903373062844858891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/antologia-breve-de-eugnio-de-andrade.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - ANTOLOGIA BREVE DE EUGÉNIO DE ANDRADE&lt;/strong&gt; - 30 Junho 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-9195811385454924301</id><published>2005-05-26T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:21:27.478Z</updated><title type='text'>o sindicato conboca - NEM OITO NEM DEZOITO, VIVA O MAIO DE SESSENTA E OITO</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;autores: vários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção: Sofia Saldanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local: Velha-a-Branca, 26 de Maio de 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnrtBeKjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/hFP-_uV0J3g/s1600-h/novas+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnrtBeKjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/hFP-_uV0J3g/s320/novas+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195442803870174706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-9195811385454924301?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9195811385454924301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=9195811385454924301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/9195811385454924301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/9195811385454924301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/nem-oito-nem-dezoito-viva-o-maio-de.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;o sindicato conboca - NEM OITO NEM DEZOITO, VIVA O MAIO DE SESSENTA E OITO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnrtBeKjfI/AAAAAAAAADc/hFP-_uV0J3g/s72-c/novas+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2022109908338841037</id><published>2005-03-21T16:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:12:58.480Z</updated><title type='text'>primavera autónoma de cesariny - Março 2005</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnkqxeKjZI/AAAAAAAAACs/stbAJxhjW1U/s1600-h/novas+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnkqxeKjZI/AAAAAAAAACs/stbAJxhjW1U/s320/novas+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195435068634074514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnkBheKjYI/AAAAAAAAACk/26Q2a0cPyTk/s1600-h/novas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnkBheKjYI/AAAAAAAAACk/26Q2a0cPyTk/s320/novas+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195434359964470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnjZheKjXI/AAAAAAAAACc/LFRlpq16O6o/s1600-h/novas+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnjZheKjXI/AAAAAAAAACc/LFRlpq16O6o/s320/novas+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195433672769703282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autor: Mário Cesariny&lt;br /&gt;locais de apresentação: Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva e Câmara Municipal de Sto. Tirso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2022109908338841037?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2022109908338841037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2022109908338841037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2022109908338841037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2022109908338841037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/primavera-autnoma-de-casariny.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;primavera autónoma de cesariny&lt;/strong&gt; - Março 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnkqxeKjZI/AAAAAAAAACs/stbAJxhjW1U/s72-c/novas+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-7137955127808673593</id><published>2005-03-17T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:33:05.851Z</updated><title type='text'>poesia à mesa - 17 Março 2005</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia à Mesa em S. João da Madeira &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17.3.2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta quinta-feira, 17 de Março, o programa centra-se na Biblioteca Municipal, com um recital pelo Sindicato de Poesia, às 21h30, e uma mesa redonda, às 22 horas, intitulada “Como nasce um recitador de poesia?”. Os convidados da noite são Rosa Alice Branco, Alberto Pimenta, António Durães e Maria do Céu Guerra, que declamará poesia no final da sessão. A moderação do debate estará a cargo de José Seabra Pereira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue-se, às 23h30, a inauguração da exposição “Arte sob Poesia”, nos bares Cafaína e Fora d’Horas. Aí poderão ver-se obras trabalhadas a partir de poemas pelos seguintes artistas: Élio Oliveira, Joaquim Sousa, José Isidro, José Laginhas, José Miguel Figueirinhas, José Vaz e Silva, Luís Veloso, Miguel Oliveira, Paulo Neves, Pedro Neves, Rui Apolinário, Teixeira Moita e Victor Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(assuntos relacionados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta-feira, 18 de Março, às 21h30, é apresentado na Biblioteca Municipal o livro Poezz, com a presença dos autores José Duarte e Ricardo António Alves. Poesia e Jazz a anteceder a “Peregrinação Poética” que vai levar a declamação das palavras dos poetas a percorrer os bares da zona pedonal de S. João da Madeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Biblioteca Municipal continua a ser palco de actividades no sábado, 19 de Março. Assinalando o Dia do Pai é aí que se procede, às 17 horas, à entrega de prémios do concurso de poesia para crianças que teve precisamente como tema “O Pai”. Este é também o dia para a a declamação de poemas em restaurantes da zona pedonal, ao almoço e jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda-feira, 21 de Março, S. João da Madeira assinala em simultâneo o Dia da Poesia e o Dia da Árvore, espalhando, ao longo da manhã, “Árvores Poéticas” por vários pontos da cidade, com a colaboração das crianças de ATL’s do concelho. Às 21h30, decorre mais um recital de um livro de um livro de Sophia de Mello Breyner, na Biblioteca Municipal, no âmbito da iniciativa “O Poema me Levará no Tempo”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7137955127808673593?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7137955127808673593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7137955127808673593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7137955127808673593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7137955127808673593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/poesia-mesa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;poesia à mesa&lt;/strong&gt; - 17 Março 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-2721128661992621540</id><published>2005-01-31T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:35:29.981Z</updated><title type='text'>PARA ACABAR DE VEZ COM O SINDICATO - 31 Janeiro 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBncOxeKjTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A8tLlOA1uwo/s1600-h/antes+do+recital+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBncOxeKjTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A8tLlOA1uwo/s320/antes+do+recital+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195425791504715058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBncExeKjSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bqxNYjdAlno/s1600-h/instantaneo+do+recital+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBncExeKjSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bqxNYjdAlno/s320/instantaneo+do+recital+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195425619706023202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindicato dos Trabalhadores do Comércio e Serviços do Distrito de Braga&lt;br /&gt;(O regresso à Sala Egípcia)&lt;br /&gt;31/01/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnb2heKjRI/AAAAAAAAABs/VXnRd_nMYTY/s1600-h/antes+do+recital+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnb2heKjRI/AAAAAAAAABs/VXnRd_nMYTY/s320/antes+do+recital+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195425374892887314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2721128661992621540?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2721128661992621540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2721128661992621540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2721128661992621540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2721128661992621540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-acabar-de-vez-com-o-sindicato.html' title='PARA ACABAR DE VEZ COM O SINDICATO - 31 Janeiro 2005'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBncOxeKjTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A8tLlOA1uwo/s72-c/antes+do+recital+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2153892881513903703</id><published>2004-10-02T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:17:47.794Z</updated><title type='text'>dj becket in the house - Junho 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf1a8VGkaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w1BZpAfTKQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf1a8VGkaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w1BZpAfTKQQ/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203897737669939618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf01MVGkZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KIrNUkvJPNg/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf01MVGkZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KIrNUkvJPNg/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203897089129877906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf0VsVGkYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f99v_GKvkLM/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf0VsVGkYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f99v_GKvkLM/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203896547963998594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrpdheKjvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2j1P804a91A/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrpdheKjvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2j1P804a91A/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195721813535657714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBro3BeKjuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f8TGWOVKq5U/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBro3BeKjuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f8TGWOVKq5U/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195721152110694114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBroZReKjtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VE5xrruHM08/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBroZReKjtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VE5xrruHM08/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195720641009585874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«DiZei Beckett in the House»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia tinha em carteira, e não a esgota nesta experiência, a poesia de Beckett. Queria experimentar dizer estas palavras e outras mais, e partilhá-las com os ouvidos (e os olhos) dos que, cúmplices, connosco se aventuram nestas andanças literárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Beckett disputamos nexos, seguimos o trilho dos sentidos, e percorremos as palavras às vezes estranhas, às vezes desconexas, da sua poesia, geralmente catastrofista, lírica às vezes. Versos e sentidos que são engolidos pelos outros versos que se lhes seguem, catadupa de águas torrenciais num caudaloso rio poético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao propiciar-se esta experiência no espaço cultural Velha-a-Branca, a convite do BragaTempo, podemos, em paralelo, percorrer a velha casa quase esquecida da vida que nela pulsou, corpo e voz em viagem por um espaço libertado da ausência, casa agora habitada por esta voz que elogia a solidão como companheira fiel da condição humana sobre a qual tanto escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos desta casa a nossa casa e a casa das palavras de Beckett. Construímos espaços/poemas e neles pusemos outras formas de dizer, outras formas de reconhecer a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DiZei Becket in the House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é, no essencial, um recital de poesia que decorre em múltiplos espaços (um pouco na sequência do experimentado em Barba, Cabelo &amp; Etc.). Com o pulsar da poesia deste autor, tanto mais conhecido em outros registos literários que não na poesia (é autor superior de peças de teatro e sumamente considerado como dramaturgo e percursor – junto com outros - de um movimento estético designado por «teatro do absurdo»), podemos sentir o pulsar de uma vida igualmente repartida por tantos espaços, e línguas diversas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste recital/instalação, ou nesta instalação poética como talvez seja mais ajustado chamar-lhe, os «espectadores» cúmplices de Sindicato são convidados a acompanhar as palavras, a seguir-lhes o ritmo, percorrendo eles também um corpo diverso, feito de degraus e portas, de sons e imagens, de luz e de trevas, de corpos e vazios. As palavras vão fazer-se ouvir, mas os corpos que as enunciam, vão pedir para que os vislumbremos igualmente e que atentemos à sua ressonância prerrogativa, à sua narratividade desconstruída. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com esta experiência, potenciada por um espaço físico que são muitos espaços, que se desdobra em muitos espaços, labiríntico percurso, caixa amplificadora de um igualmente labirinto de versos, «coalho de palavras» como lhe chama Beckett no seu poema Caindo, (referindo-se ao resultado de um labor sobre o qual investe a sua energia), o Sindicato quer, também, mostrar um novo espaço cultural na cidade de Braga. Nascido da vontade militante de participação cívica de cidadãos comuns, este é, também, um espaço para as artes que a cidade quiser construir. Tal como o Sindicato gosta, e ideia pela qual se tem batido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DiZei Beckett in the House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns versos de Samuel, outros de Beckett na Velha-a-Branca no n.º 23 da Senhora-a-Branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A Velha-a-Branca é um espaço cultural gerido pelo ProjectoBragaTempo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dias 25, 26 e 27 de Junho às 22 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recital-instalação   poético-plástico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direcção: António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecção de textos: Marta Catarino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambientes luminosos: Margarida Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: Luís Reis Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artes Plásticas a partir dos poemas Alva e Dortmunder: Miguel Meira Música Original: Tiago Oliveira E excertos de 'For Samuel Beckett' de Morton Feldeman Instalação Sonora: Tiago Oliveira, Carlos Rodrigues e Sofia Saldanha Apoio coreográfico: Cristina Mendanha Animação de informação vídeo: Noé &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os senhores (elenco): António Durães, Gaspar Magalhães, Luís Barroso, Manuela Martinez, Maria Elsa, Sofia Moreira, Sofia Saldanha e as bailarinas Inês Macedo ou Susana Cerqueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizem os seguintes poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tédio II - Manuela Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva - Jorge Vasquez (gravado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dortmunder - Jorge Mota (gravado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sânie I - Luís Barroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sânie II – Gaspar Magalhães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena I – Sofia Saldanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caindo - António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morte de A. D. - António Durães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arenas de Lutécia – Sofia Moreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viva morta minha casa única - Inês Macedo ou Susana Cerqueira Sigo o caminho da areia que desliza – Maria Elsa Que farei sem este mundo sem rosto e sem perguntas – Marta Catarino (em vídeo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUMPLICIDADES (entre outras): ProjectoBragaTempo, Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Teatro Universitário do Minho, Rádio Universitária do Minho, SomNorte Estúdios, Arte Total, Funerária de Adaúfe, Atelier Lurdes Vieira, FotoGrafia, Insólito Bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2153892881513903703?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2153892881513903703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2153892881513903703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2153892881513903703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2153892881513903703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/dj-becket-in-house.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;dj becket in the house&lt;/strong&gt; - Junho 2004'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDf1a8VGkaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w1BZpAfTKQQ/s72-c/IMG_0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6301239629749818479</id><published>2004-04-21T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:30:57.952Z</updated><title type='text'>enquanto há força - 21 a 25 Abril 2004</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;autor: José Afonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direcção: Afonso Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local: Casa Museu Nogueira da Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com as participações de: Daniel Pereira, Daniela Feio, Francisca Vasconcelos, Joana Cunha, Luísa Fontoura, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarina e Paulo Pereira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luzes: Rui Pires e José Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;operação de som: Ana Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;produção: Manuela Martinez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoios: Museu Nogueira da Silva, Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Teatro Universitário do Minho, Junta de Freguesia de S. Victor, Rádio Universitária do Minho e Escola Secundária Alberto Sampaio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agradecimentos: José Álvaro Correia, Guilherme Costa, João Manuel Oliveira, Martinho Gonçalves e Rui Queirós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnpIBeKjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/B4iSA1fTplI/s1600-h/novas+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnpIBeKjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/B4iSA1fTplI/s320/novas+197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439969191759330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBno_ReKjdI/AAAAAAAAADM/gJYt9R7CTDw/s1600-h/novas+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBno_ReKjdI/AAAAAAAAADM/gJYt9R7CTDw/s320/novas+196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439818867903954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6301239629749818479?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6301239629749818479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6301239629749818479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6301239629749818479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6301239629749818479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/enquanto-h-fora.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;enquanto há força&lt;/strong&gt; - 21 a 25 Abril 2004'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBnpIBeKjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/B4iSA1fTplI/s72-c/novas+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-1675738551647568746</id><published>2003-05-29T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:54:07.393Z</updated><title type='text'>cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA PINTADA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poemas de Rimbaud, Ramos Rosa, Mário de Sá-Carneiro, Alberto Caeiro, Cesário Verde, Ana Luísa Amaral, e Francisco Rodrigues Lobo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recital dirigido por António Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e interpretado por Ana Gabriela Macedo, António Durães ou Almeno Gonçalves, António Fonseca, Armando Pinho, Sofia Saldanha e António Fonseca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Livraria Luís Pinto dos Santos, em Guimarães; e na livraria Centésima Página, em Braga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-1675738551647568746?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1675738551647568746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=1675738551647568746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1675738551647568746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/1675738551647568746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-sentidos-no-dizem-um-poema-poesia.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA PINTADA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-4439921007839233299</id><published>2003-05-28T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:54:24.192Z</updated><title type='text'>cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA SENTADA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;No prosseguimento do projecto "Cinco sentidos não dizem um poema", que o Sindicato de Poesia está a promover, com a parceria da Biblioteca Pública de Braga, vai ser apresentado um novo ciclo de recitais sob o título Poesia sentada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta está sentado na Holanda, verso de Herberto Helder, serve de inspiração a este trabalho, cuja selecção de textos e encenação é da responsabilidade de António Durães.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os textos são da autoria de Alastair Reid, Alberto Caeiro, Alexandre O'Neill, Bertolt Brecht, e(dward) e(stlin) cummings, Egito Gonçalves, Eugénio de Andrade, Eugenio Montale, Ezra Pound, Henri Michaux, Herberto Helder, Jacques Prévert, Jorge de Sena, José Gomes Ferreira, Luis Filipe Castro Mendes, Nuno Júdice, Pablo Neruda, Paul Carrol, Ricardo Reis, Rui Diniz, Ruy Belo, Sandro Penna, Thomas Hardy, Vinicius de Moraes, W. B. Yeats, e Walt Whitman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia sentada contará com a participação de Arlindo Fagundes, Camilo Silva, Daniel Pereira, Diana Basto, Fernando Coelho, Joana Ferreira, Joana Prata, José Miguel Braga, Laura Machado, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Pedro Capitão, Rita Oliveira e Sofia Saldanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este recital é patrocinado pelo Ministério da Cultura, Delegação do Norte do Ministério da Cultura e Câmara Municipal de Guimarães.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia sentada será apresentada em Braga no Salão Medieval da Biblioteca Pública (Largo do Paço) entre 11 e 14 de Dezembro, às 21.45 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marcação de bilhetes pode ser feita através do telefone 253 601135 ou do fax 253 616936.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-4439921007839233299?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4439921007839233299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=4439921007839233299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4439921007839233299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/4439921007839233299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-sentidos-no-dizem-o-poema-poesia.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA SENTADA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-6607113721595426533</id><published>2003-05-02T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:29:38.174Z</updated><title type='text'>a luz irrompe em lugares estranhos - o sindicato em coro - Abril e Maio 2003</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um recital/concerto do Coro Académico da Universidade do Minho e o Sindicato de Poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vários autores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com direcção conjunta (cénica e musical) de António Durães e Fernando C. Lapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mostrado no Museu D. Diogo de Sousa (Braga), no Teatro do Campo Alegre (Porto) e no Espaço Alternativo PT, em Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlQBeKjpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ocTYrnB9NBc/s1600-h/novas+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlQBeKjpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ocTYrnB9NBc/s320/novas+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195717183560912530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlLBeKjoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ghnVKfIV8UA/s1600-h/novas+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlLBeKjoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ghnVKfIV8UA/s320/novas+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195717097661566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlEReKjnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWjpToQRA80/s1600-h/novas+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlEReKjnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWjpToQRA80/s320/novas+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195716981697449586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6607113721595426533?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6607113721595426533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6607113721595426533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6607113721595426533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6607113721595426533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/luz-irrompe-em-lugares-estranhos-o.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;a luz irrompe em lugares estranhos - o sindicato em coro&lt;/strong&gt; - Abril e Maio 2003'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SBrlQBeKjpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ocTYrnB9NBc/s72-c/novas+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-3417698670666711125</id><published>2002-06-24T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:12:44.262Z</updated><title type='text'>novício - Junho 2002</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "Semana da Poesia" instala-se em Braga, no Salão Medieval, a partir de 11 de Junho de 2002, e até ao dia 14 do mesmo mês, numa iniciativa do Sindicato da Poesia, em colaboração com a Biblioteca Pública de Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adília Lopes, Alberto Pimenta, Ana Hatherly, Daniel Faria, Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão, Pedro Mexia, José Tolentino Mendonça ou Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen são alguns dos poetas cujas palavras serão evocadas nas sessões desta "Semana da Poesia" agendadas para os dias 11, 12 e 13 de Junho, às 21h45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras dos poetas surgem pela voz de Ana Gabriela Macedo, António Durães, Eduardo Jorge Madureira, Fernando Coelho, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Pedro Bacelar de Vasconcelos e Sofia Saldanha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sessões destes dias têm por título genérico "Novício " o sindical vício pelos novos palavreadores, poetas e outros/outras" e tem direcção artística de António Durães. "Novício" estreou em Maio, no Teatro do Campo Alegre, no Porto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o dia 14 de Junho, e último dia desta "Semana da Poesia", está agendada um recital de poesia sonora e electrónica, onde se cruzam as palavras e a música, numa sessão da autoria de Miguel Azguime, intitulada "O ar do texto opera a forma do som interior".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-3417698670666711125?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3417698670666711125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=3417698670666711125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3417698670666711125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/3417698670666711125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/novcio.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;novício&lt;/strong&gt; - Junho 2002'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-8566950383855865040</id><published>2000-07-24T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:11:51.985Z</updated><title type='text'>cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA CANTADA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Recital dirigido por Miguel Azguime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oito vozes declamadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estreia, Braga, Julho de 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na Bibliotec Pública de Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8566950383855865040?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8566950383855865040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8566950383855865040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8566950383855865040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8566950383855865040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-ar-do-texto-opera-forma-do-som.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA CANTADA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-8370802818669968902</id><published>2000-05-28T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:54:43.193Z</updated><title type='text'>malditos do século, os pecados e as virtudes - A IRA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD2ancVGkeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o-Q1NuWSf1g/s1600-h/ira+postal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD2ancVGkeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o-Q1NuWSf1g/s320/ira+postal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205486746720440802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(texto roubado - com a devida vénia - ao blog da Teresa Lopes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui há uns anos participei num projecto fantástico, em Braga, que envolveu o Sindicato da Poesia e a Biblioteca Pública de Braga - Universidade do Minho. Éramos um grupo enorme, alguns profissionais, outros virgens nestas coisas do teatro. Chamou-se Os Malditos do Século - Pecados e Virtudes. Durante dez meses fizeram-se leituras encenadas dos sete pecados e das três virtudes. Tive a sorte de poder participar na Gula, na Inveja e na Ira (só pecados!...)&lt;br /&gt;A vivência desse tempo foi única e inesquecível. Aprendi imenso sobre muitas coisas da vida e bebi os ensinamentos do José Miguel Braga, do António Fonseca, do António Durães e da Sandra Faleiro, estes mais directamente, mas de muitos outros nomes que não caberiam aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um desses espectáculos, a Ira, relembro um poema de Laurie Anderson, que eu "despejava" na cara do Zé Miguel Braga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto da tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto dos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto dos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto da cor das tuas camisolas.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto da cor das tuas camisolas.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto do modo como seguras nas canetas e nos lápis.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca. Os teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;O modo como seguras nas canetas e nos lápis.&lt;br /&gt;Já não gosto. Já não gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partíamos daqui para uma normal discussão entre marido e mulher e acabava com o Zé Miguel a "despejar-me" na cara um texto de António Manuel Revéz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Estava assim, numa paz estranhíssima, firme. Estava pronto e decidido a rebentar-te os miolos com um tiro apenas. Mas tu gritaste-me, tu berraste-me para ter calma. E eu, agitado, nervoso, descontrolado, descarreguei e carreguei a arma até me sentir calmo. Até não restar nada reconhecível de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras, Zé Miguel, que enquanto ensaiávamos e a Sandra Faleiro nos pediu que simulássemos uma discussão, eu te irritei tanto que tu me pregaste uma valente bofetada? E que andaste muito tempo a dizer oh, Teresa, desculpa! Nessa cena, fez-se um silêncio de morte na sala e eu, depois de uns segundos de surpresa, continuei com a discussão. Quando a Sandra disse que bastava, o silêncio ainda reinava entre os presentes e acabámos a trocar impressões sobre a cena e sobre a bofetada, que, diga-se de passagem, tinha sido bem merecida.&lt;br /&gt;Para meu bem, não a incluímos na cena final...&lt;br /&gt;Ficou-me a grata lembrança desses tempos e a saudade de momentos que nos enchiam a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Este fim-de-semana reencontrei o António Durães. Trocámos breves palavras, mas ficou a promessa de que irei ao São Luís, em Julho, ver ou D. Giovanni, ou D. Juan, ou as leituras encenadas em torno de Frei Luís de Sousa, que o Teatro Nacional de São João traz a Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser bom rever o seu trabalho em cena e rever os tempos em que eu até levei uma bofetada na cara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-8370802818669968902?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8370802818669968902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=8370802818669968902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8370802818669968902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/8370802818669968902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/malditos-do-sculo-os-pecados-e-as.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;malditos do século, os pecados e as virtudes - A IRA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SD2ancVGkeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/o-Q1NuWSf1g/s72-c/ira+postal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-2094976420788586019</id><published>2000-03-24T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:16:42.320Z</updated><title type='text'>cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA ILUMINADA - Março 2000</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDfxa8VGkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EijFrkg6VNM/s1600-h/sentidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDfxa8VGkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EijFrkg6VNM/s320/sentidos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203893339623428466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter ante-estreado em Vila Real no passado dia 21 (Dia Mundial da Poesia) o seu recital mais recente, o Sindicato de Poesia, com a colaboração da BPB, apresenta em Braga no dia 27 de Março, Dia Mundial do Teatro, "Poesia Iluminada". Trata-se do primeiro de uma série de cinco recitais que o Sindicato tem programados para este ano. Este recital pode ser visto no Parque de Exposições de Braga, entre 27 e 31 de Março (de segunda a sexta-feira), sempre às 21.30 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste trabalho que congrega autores como Alberto Serpa, António Ramos Rosa, Camilo Pessanha, Carlos de Oliveira, Eugénio de Andrade, Gastão Cruz, Herberto Helder, José Régio, Miguel Torga, Sophia de Mello Breyne, Vitorino Nemésio e Teixeira de Pascoaes, o Sindicato procura a "luz coada pelas palavra de alguns dos poetas que tentaram encontrar a luz íntima da poesia e falar dela nas obras que foram compondo, (...) como se a luz fosse uma coisa despresente, quase ausente, que existe para lá do fogo, e as palavras de granito e argila ardessem nesse lume breve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selecção dos textos foi realizada por José Miguel Braga, António Durães dirigiu e Arlindo Fagundes, Daniel Pereira, Diana Basto, Fernando Coelho, Joana Prata, Laura Machado, Manuela Martinez, Marta Catarino, Renato Nóbrega e Rita Oliveira interpretam os textos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de um trabalho sobre a palavra, sobre o som da palavra que poderá ser ouvida vestida de diferentes maneiras: ou cantada, ou entoada, ou percutida, ecoada, ou simplesmente dita, sem ecos nem sublinhados. Para o Sindicato, é mais um (primeiro) passo na procura (para o Sindicato todos os passos são "primeiros") na profundidade das palavras, das possibilidades que as palavras oferecem e que regra geral negligenciamos. &lt;br /&gt;Há uma tentativa que queremos tão clara quanto possível de, primeiro, despir as palavras, para as vestir a seguir com os tecidos menos habituais. Como se as palavras o discurso literário ganhassem múltiplas direcções e quase estivessem em oposição ao discurso físico. Dois discursos que co-habitam este recital, que correm quase paralenos: o discurso oral, (e sobretudo a elocução), aberto e abstracto; o discurso físico concreto e definido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre Poesia Iluminada, escreve António Durães no desdobrável que apoia o recital: "E se de repente descobríssemos o êmbolo que empurra as palavras, que as faz respirar uma verdade e certeza absolutas e, mesmo assim, as mantivessem num estado de total abertura a outras imagens e a outras interpretações? E se de repente a boca que profere as palavras fosse a zona avançada da batalha, e por de trás dela, se escondesse a cabeça que manda na boca que soletra as palavras? E se de repente, como num passe de mágica, se sentisse o ritmo íntimo das palavras para lá do sincopado batido das sílabas, do carimbo de letras que na praia da língua se derramam, mecanicamente, os corpos singulares das palavras igualmente gémeas? (...).&lt;br /&gt;E se repente a luz coada pelas palavras de alguns dos poetas que tentaram encontrar a luz íntima da poesia e falar dela nas obras que foram compondo iluminasse a língua que lhes descobre os contornos?, como se a luz fosse uma coisa despresente, quase ausente, que existe para lá do fogo, e as palavras de granito e argila ardessem nesse lume breve?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sindicato de Poesia, para além de contar com a parceria da Biblioteca Pública de Braga, é patrocinado pelo Ministério da Cultura e este recital tem ainda os patrocínios da Câmara Municipal de Guimarães e da Delegação do Norte do Ministério da Cultura. É apoiado pela Rádio Universitária do Minho, pela FotoGrafia e Parque de Exposições de Braga. Para além destes apoios, o Sindicato de Poesia para a realização deste recital contou ainda com as cumplicidades habituais do Teatro Universitário do Minho, do Sindicato dos Trabalhadores do Comércio e Serviços do Distrito de Braga e da Escola Secundária de Alberto Sampaio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-2094976420788586019?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2094976420788586019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=2094976420788586019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2094976420788586019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/2094976420788586019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-cinco-sentidos-poesia-uliminda.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;cinco sentidos não dizem um poema - POESIA ILUMINADA&lt;/strong&gt; - Março 2000'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDfxa8VGkXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EijFrkg6VNM/s72-c/sentidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879465299499758599.post-6386643289387918224</id><published>1999-11-29T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:43:26.150Z</updated><title type='text'>guiado por Deus e pelo Diabo - Novembro 1999</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Guiado por Deus e pelo Diabo é o acontecimento preparado pelo Sindicato de Poesia, Biblioteca Pública de Braga, Teatro Universitário do Minho, Departamento de Estudos Portugueses da Universidade do Minho e Teatroesfera, para celebrar em Braga o centenário do nascimento de José Régio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá muitas cidades portuguesas onde a inquietação e as contradições regianas tenham tanta expressão como em Braga: a necessidade e a negação de Deus, o misticismo e o apelo erótico (serão contraditórios?), um certo provincianismo e a aspiração contida pelo cosmopolitismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao organizar este acontecimento multifacetado, que inclui um recital de Poesia, centrado nas inquietações pessoais de José Régio, mas também no seu gosto pelo lúdico poético (dias 5, 6, 7 e 8); a leitura desse esboço dramático que é Sonho duma Véspera de Exame, mas que já contém os germens da sua fecunda obra dramática posterior (dias 11 e 12); e uma conferência por Eugénio Lisboa subordinada ao tema O erotismo e o misticismo em Régio (dia 14), pretendemos de forma reflectida revermo-nos na obra de José Régio e homenagear um Poeta. Sem valorações literárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta iniciativa, que pela primeira vez conta com a colaboração do Teatroesfera, terá lugar na Casa Rolão (um lindíssimo imóvel barroco que a muito custo tem resistido à degradação) na Avenida Central, bem no coração de Braga, sempre às 22 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novembro de 1999&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-6386643289387918224?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6386643289387918224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=6386643289387918224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6386643289387918224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/6386643289387918224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/guiado-por-deus-e-pelo-diabo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;guiado por Deus e pelo Diabo&lt;/strong&gt; - Novembro 1999'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-7475457550618859051</id><published>1999-06-17T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:33:42.637Z</updated><title type='text'>recital garrettiano - 17 Junho 1999</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;GARRETT NA BIBLIOTECA PÚBLICA DE BRAGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almeida Garrett teve um papel decisivo na criação da Biblioteca Pública de Braga, já que foi da sua autoria a portaria do Ministério do Reino de 27 de Julho de 1840 que encarregou Manuel Rodrigues da Silva Abreu de coligir e examinar as bibliotecas dos extintos conventos do distrito de Braga, fazer os respectivos catálogos e informar sobre o apreço dos diferentes manuscritos que ali existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam assim dados os primeiros passos para o estabelecimento da Biblioteca Pública de Braga, o que seria concretizado com uma carta de lei promulgada em 13 de Julho de 1841, sendo Silva Abreu, velho companheiro de Garrett no exílio e nas lutas liberais, nomeado seu primeiro bibliotecário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por este motivo, a comemoração do bicentenário do nascimento de Almeida Garrett tem em Braga uma razão acrescida para ser assinalada e a Biblioteca Pública a obrigação de o fazer lembrar, mesmo porque noutras ocasiões Garrett lutou na Câmara dos Deputados pela dignificação da biblioteca bracarense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, a BPB convidou o Sindicato de Poesia para apresentar um Recital Garrettiano, no qual serão ditos poemas e excertos de discursos e outros textos em prosa de Garrett, num espectáculo concebido e dirigido por António Fonseca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A interpretação estará a cargo de por António Fonseca, Diana Vinagre e Natércia Pinto, com fundo musical de Diana Vinagre, que executará em violoncelo excertos de peças de Bach e Schubert, entre outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salão Medieval, 17 de Junho, às 21.45 horas.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-7475457550618859051?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7475457550618859051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=7475457550618859051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7475457550618859051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/7475457550618859051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/recital-garrettiano.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;recital garrettiano&lt;/strong&gt; - 17 Junho 1999'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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-3879465299499758599.post-107431496460309797</id><published>1999-03-24T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:11:19.080Z</updated><title type='text'>malditos do século: os pecados e as virtudes - A AVAREZA</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDgT9sVGkbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_h5XOB7czvc/s1600-h/11-cartazavareza-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDgT9sVGkbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_h5XOB7czvc/s320/11-cartazavareza-full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203931320019227058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficha artística&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produção: Sindicato da Poesia, em colaboração com a Biblioteca Pública de Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guião e direcção: Luís Assis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de textos de Peter Brook, Samuel Beckett, Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Maria Ondina Braga, Gunnar Ekelöf, David Lodge, Georges Darien, Pier Vittorio Tondelli, Cesare Pavese, Afonso Cautela, Mário Cláudio, Bernard Heidsieck e Charles Bukowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecção de textos: Ana Gabriela Macedo, Eduardo Jorge Madureira, José Miguel Braga, Luís Assis e Sofia Saldanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistente: Marta Catarino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluminação: António Fonseca, Luís Assis e Marcantónio del Carlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operação de som e luz: Patrício Coimbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenco: Afonso Pimenta, António Fonseca, Filipa Sequeira, Francisco Areias, Laura Machado, Margarida Fernandes, Maria José Dória, Marta Catarino, Raquel Matos, Renato Nóbrega, Rita Oliveira e Henrique Matos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estreia: 24 de Março de 1999, no edifício do antigo tribunal, Campo da Vinha – Braga (até 28 de Março)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espectáculo subsidiado pelo Ministério da Cultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Texto da folha de sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Sindicato da Poesia me convidou para dirigir um dos recitais do ciclo “Malditos do Século, Os pecados e as virtudes”, propuseram-me dois temas possíveis: a esperança e a avareza. Para alguém com 27 anos a escolha óbvia talvez devesse ser a esperança, mas não era de esperança que eu tinha necessidade de falar. A avareza de que se fala neste recital será, no entanto, muito menos a tradicionalmente aceite da posse pecuniária, do que umas outras, mil vezes mais imperceptíveis: as dos sentimentos, das palavras, da generosidade humana com o próximo, da generosidade do homem consigo mesmo. E quase como uma auto-ironia, a avareza implícita da criação teatral e do trabalho do actor. Cada gesto, cada olhar, cada mínimo pensamento ou emoção cuidadosamente medida e calculada. Cada acto comunicante, no fundo, um exorcismo pessoal e egoísta. Em cada oferenda a um possível interlocutor, a necessidade premente de se fazer ouvir, mais do que estar atento. (Não) será isto também uma forma de avareza?&lt;br /&gt;(Luís Assis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3879465299499758599-107431496460309797?l=sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/107431496460309797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3879465299499758599&amp;postID=107431496460309797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/107431496460309797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3879465299499758599/posts/default/107431496460309797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sindicatodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/pecados-e-virtudes-avareza.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;malditos do século: os pecados e as virtudes - A AVAREZA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Sindicato de Poesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03047375006096139593</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/_74ZvhB6GEWE/SDgT9sVGkbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_h5XOB7czvc/s72-c/11-cartazavareza-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
