<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550</id><updated>2009-11-05T19:24:17.117-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DETALHES DE LEITURAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-7153439543607772463</id><published>2008-08-11T23:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:13:39.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOITE DE LUA CHEIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Da janela do apartamento oitavo andar, pode-se ver a deslumbrante imagem da lua iluminando o Jardim Paulista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Momento mágico e inesquecível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Magnífica lembrança de uma noite de lua cheia em Ribeirão Preto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDw7weJ10I/AAAAAAAAAqc/QxAkPgMcoro/s1600-h/PCDV0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233447676418840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDw7weJ10I/AAAAAAAAAqc/QxAkPgMcoro/s320/PCDV0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A lua cheia se mistura com as luzes da cidade, na noite quente de Ribeirão Preto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;19 de agosto de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-7153439543607772463?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/7153439543607772463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=7153439543607772463' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/7153439543607772463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/7153439543607772463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/08/lembrana-de-uma-noite-de-lua-cheia.html' title='NOITE DE LUA CHEIA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDw7weJ10I/AAAAAAAAAqc/QxAkPgMcoro/s72-c/PCDV0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-3705895256547769011</id><published>2008-08-11T22:43:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:00:58.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHECER EM RIBEIRÃO PRETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Desde o nascimento do sol até ao ocaso, seja louvado o nome do Senhor". &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Salmo 113:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDt9ks3_pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/K5SAnMUi-3c/s1600-h/PCDV0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233444409084214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDt9ks3_pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/K5SAnMUi-3c/s320/PCDV0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDsibVWVjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GDCgfgPOeYw/s1600-h/PCDV0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233442843201525298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDsibVWVjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/GDCgfgPOeYw/s200/PCDV0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDsGnwMuLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-hQgMl-mTNE/s1600-h/PCDV0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233442365499029682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDsGnwMuLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-hQgMl-mTNE/s200/PCDV0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDriC1JDII/AAAAAAAAAp8/L8KIt23Qgrc/s1600-h/PCDV0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ribeirão Preto, 04 de agosto de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-3705895256547769011?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/3705895256547769011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=3705895256547769011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3705895256547769011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3705895256547769011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/08/amanhecer-em-ribeiro-preto.html' title='AMANHECER EM RIBEIRÃO PRETO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDt9ks3_pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/K5SAnMUi-3c/s72-c/PCDV0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-9197239919640406210</id><published>2008-08-11T22:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:40:58.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAGRANTE DE UM PRESENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDoqHlOZpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4-fAYPvr2vY/s1600-h/PCDV0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233438577291847314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDoqHlOZpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4-fAYPvr2vY/s320/PCDV0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; "Aparecem as flores na terra, o tempo de cantar chega..." (Cantares 2:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Neste momento de mudança, de transformação eis que no caminho surge uma pessoa que transborda sonho e alegria. Valéria esta lembrança será para sempre registrada em meu coração. Lindas flores, belos momentos. Uma amizade para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-9197239919640406210?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/9197239919640406210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=9197239919640406210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9197239919640406210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9197239919640406210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/08/flagrante-de-um-presente.html' title='FLAGRANTE DE UM PRESENTE'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDoqHlOZpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4-fAYPvr2vY/s72-c/PCDV0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-7450645580516582402</id><published>2008-08-11T22:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:29:33.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAFÉ DA MANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"PÃES SOBRE A MESA" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Acrílico sobre tela por Elvio Antunes de Arruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDl2OVoCMI/AAAAAAAAAps/rX8qK3lT0sg/s1600-h/PCDV0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233435486729013442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDl2OVoCMI/AAAAAAAAAps/rX8qK3lT0sg/s320/PCDV0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Ribeirão Preto, 11 de agosto de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-7450645580516582402?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/7450645580516582402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=7450645580516582402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/7450645580516582402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/7450645580516582402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/08/caf-da-manh.html' title='CAFÉ DA MANHÃ'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SKDl2OVoCMI/AAAAAAAAAps/rX8qK3lT0sg/s72-c/PCDV0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-5271760343830205951</id><published>2008-08-09T20:11:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:32:47.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LEITURA ATRAVÉS DAS FORMAS E DAS CORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"COLHEITA DE GIRASSÓIS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Acrílico sobre tela por Elvio Antunes de Arruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-TwLjjRlI/AAAAAAAAApU/9cbnfmLqrx4/s1600-h/imagens17+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063747972712018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-TwLjjRlI/AAAAAAAAApU/9cbnfmLqrx4/s320/imagens17+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4rAdHwxVI/AAAAAAAAApE/xwoPMGFMU44/s1600-h/PCDV0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232667103868274002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4rAdHwxVI/AAAAAAAAApE/xwoPMGFMU44/s320/PCDV0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4liO655yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wC3ETVNq3kM/s1600-h/PCDV0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232661087102035746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4liO655yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wC3ETVNq3kM/s200/PCDV0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4lCOo9OKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bdqvYbjiTGw/s1600-h/PCDV0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232660537270941858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ4lCOo9OKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bdqvYbjiTGw/s200/PCDV0010.JPG" 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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Fotos do artista plástico Elvio Antunes de Arruda em seus momentos de criação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ribeirão Preto, 04 de agosto de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-5271760343830205951?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/5271760343830205951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=5271760343830205951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/5271760343830205951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/5271760343830205951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/08/leitura-atravs-das-formas-e-das-cores.html' title='LEITURA ATRAVÉS DAS FORMAS E DAS CORES'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-TwLjjRlI/AAAAAAAAApU/9cbnfmLqrx4/s72-c/imagens17+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-311173662663930668</id><published>2008-07-14T22:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:30.680-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UM OLHAR CURIOSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Mel e Tutti num momento de pura descontração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SHv90vxErFI/AAAAAAAAAes/QrLVEjfT8E0/s1600-h/PCDV0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223047275483540562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SHv90vxErFI/AAAAAAAAAes/QrLVEjfT8E0/s320/PCDV0029.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/2505191216115182550-311173662663930668?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/311173662663930668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=311173662663930668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/311173662663930668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/311173662663930668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-olhar-curioso.html' title='UM OLHAR CURIOSO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SHv90vxErFI/AAAAAAAAAes/QrLVEjfT8E0/s72-c/PCDV0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-3541702636226018815</id><published>2008-07-01T22:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:30.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NA TELA DO POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGrUhsLvkzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ItX2g1x6dh4/s1600-h/PINTOR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218216793523327794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGrUhsLvkzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ItX2g1x6dh4/s400/PINTOR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;... E baixinho, pé do ouvido, ela confidencia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Não fora aquele encontro virtual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Razão alguma houvera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Para que aquele projeto se tornasse público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Ele, então, olhando para o quadro na parede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Que há pouco terminara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Percebe ser ela motivo para sua inspiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;E uma nova história se inicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida - A QUATRO MÃOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-3541702636226018815?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/3541702636226018815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=3541702636226018815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3541702636226018815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3541702636226018815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/07/nas-mos-do-poeta.html' title='NA TELA DO POETA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGrUhsLvkzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ItX2g1x6dh4/s72-c/PINTOR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-5433071073116338228</id><published>2008-06-30T13:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:31.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEITURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGkIV77raRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/h4jkNorpKqc/s1600-h/PINO+DAENI+LEITURA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217710816243706130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGkIV77raRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/h4jkNorpKqc/s400/PINO+DAENI+LEITURA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt; PINO DAENI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-5433071073116338228?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/5433071073116338228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=5433071073116338228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/5433071073116338228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/5433071073116338228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/leitura.html' title='LEITURA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGkIV77raRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/h4jkNorpKqc/s72-c/PINO+DAENI+LEITURA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-3871494918700279710</id><published>2008-06-24T08:25:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:31.364-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRA MÁGICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGDeG-XaCII/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ks68pdYZ6Ng/s1600-h/DAENI+NOVO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215412579896789122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGDeG-XaCII/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ks68pdYZ6Ng/s200/DAENI+NOVO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Certa palavra dorme na sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;de um livro raro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Como desencantá-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;É a senha da vida&lt;br /&gt;a senha do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Vou procurá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Vou procurá-la a vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;no mundo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Se tarda o encontro, se não a encontro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;não desanimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;procuro sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro sempre, e minha procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;ficará sendo minha palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(poema de Carlos Drummond de Andrade; pintura de Pino Daeni)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-3871494918700279710?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/3871494918700279710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=3871494918700279710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3871494918700279710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3871494918700279710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/palavra-mgica.html' title='PALAVRA MÁGICA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SGDeG-XaCII/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ks68pdYZ6Ng/s72-c/DAENI+NOVO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-8861279998791430572</id><published>2008-06-21T07:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:51:01.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS AO VENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;NAS ASAS DO VENTO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;acrílico sobre tela de Elvio Antunes de Arruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-aFntVR5I/AAAAAAAAApc/JsmwjmJjpcE/s1600-h/PCDV0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233070713376950162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-aFntVR5I/AAAAAAAAApc/JsmwjmJjpcE/s320/PCDV0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Regue a palavra para produzir flores,&lt;br /&gt;Frutos e sementes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regre a palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Para que não murchem os rebentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregue e leve a palavra&lt;br /&gt;Para o encanto dos atentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale...&lt;br /&gt;Declame...&lt;br /&gt;Cante...&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja palavra ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo vento as sementes viajam,&lt;br /&gt;Encontram mentes férteis, sedentas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve a palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Ensine a leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra escrita,&lt;br /&gt;Que não fique restrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não permita o esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Leve a palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja palavra ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Escreva...&lt;br /&gt;Leia...&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja palavra ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livros...&lt;br /&gt;Palavra escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Não permitam o esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementes adormecidas,&lt;br /&gt;Acordem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertem palavras vivas,&lt;br /&gt;Que criem fortes raízes&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo na tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Acalmem&lt;br /&gt;E alimentem almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Texto extraído do Livro "DEFINIÇÕES REFLEXIVAS I: grandes detalhes de Elanklever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-8861279998791430572?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/8861279998791430572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=8861279998791430572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8861279998791430572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8861279998791430572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/palavra.html' title='PALAVRAS AO VENTO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SJ-aFntVR5I/AAAAAAAAApc/JsmwjmJjpcE/s72-c/PCDV0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-9219045041462278362</id><published>2008-06-21T07:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:31.595-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VOVÓ VERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RESGATANDO A MEMÓRIA DA BIBLIOTECA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFzV_h7FHaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2pFGoWe3Swo/s1600-h/DONA+VERA+PADRE+EUCLIDES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214277756002835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFzV_h7FHaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2pFGoWe3Swo/s320/DONA+VERA+PADRE+EUCLIDES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt; "Biblioteca Padre Euclides" - Vera Venturini Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Tenho que ficar entre os livros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vovó Vera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vó velosa, veludosa vó"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó Vera vive ventando vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó Vera é a verdadeira vacina do viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vitamina do vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vira-e-mexe varre a varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Volta-e-meia vira os vasos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;vasculha os vidros, verifica as venezianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;e vai valorizando cada vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vezinquando visita os vizinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;vovozinhos velhinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;vetustos vítimas de vaguidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó vapt-vupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó vira-e-volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;e vai por vielas a vicejar em vivificação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;És a Vovó da valsa e vice-e-versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;e vai-e-vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó Vera é a vez da veracidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;É a voz da vitalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Verso de vivacidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó veste t eu vestido verdinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;e vai variando as versões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Eta! Vovó vaidosa, vistosa, e vivaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vovó valente, valorosa e voraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vai Vovó, vencer de vez o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;dos viventes que já verteram a voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A virtude é vossa e veio velar por vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vocação, volição e vastidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Velívola em veias ventrículas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A válvula da vida vazou você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;em verve vinda do vetiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Viva vive Vovó Vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Então, vá vivendo ventante, avante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Vituosa, vigorosa, Vovó Vera vibrante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Evandro Navarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-9219045041462278362?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/9219045041462278362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=9219045041462278362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9219045041462278362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9219045041462278362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/resgatando-memria-da-biblioteca.html' title='VOVÓ VERA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFzV_h7FHaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2pFGoWe3Swo/s72-c/DONA+VERA+PADRE+EUCLIDES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-9197704329915721789</id><published>2008-06-16T16:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:31.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A SEMENTE PLANTADA FRUTIFICA - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFbCDakRGsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sfCZs7ceKcI/s1600-h/Lolits+394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212566982654761666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFbCDakRGsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sfCZs7ceKcI/s400/Lolits+394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(foto Elvio Antunes de Arruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;" PHOTO É SEMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;que, plantada em solo fértil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;brota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;cresce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;vinga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;frutifica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;enriquece a realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;e a modifica".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Antonio Carlos Tórtoro in "RIBEIRÃO PRETO: o passado manda lembrança". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-9197704329915721789?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/9197704329915721789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=9197704329915721789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9197704329915721789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/9197704329915721789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/foto-elvio-antunes-de-arruda-photo.html' title='A SEMENTE PLANTADA FRUTIFICA - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFbCDakRGsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sfCZs7ceKcI/s72-c/Lolits+394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-2414906565265708915</id><published>2008-06-16T16:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:31.858-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSTO DE MEL - Célia Natalina dos Santos - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFa_4mp1tQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_IMzbYnr6Mo/s1600-h/Lolits+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212564597897540866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFa_4mp1tQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_IMzbYnr6Mo/s400/Lolits+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que sou poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;não poeta em letra grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;mas poeta simplesmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;em verso ponho meu canto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;sim o que os outros sentem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;um não sei quê de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;saudade, dor transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;que vezes me faz triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;outras até contente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Rimando ou não vou deixando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;as palavras no papel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;se na medida em que escrevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;amargam com fel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;quando o poema termina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;sinto gosto de mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Poema Gosto de Mel, do livro de Célia Natalina dos Santos - SONDAGENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-2414906565265708915?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/2414906565265708915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=2414906565265708915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/2414906565265708915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/2414906565265708915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/gosto-de-mel.html' title='GOSTO DE MEL - Célia Natalina dos Santos - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFa_4mp1tQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_IMzbYnr6Mo/s72-c/Lolits+354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-6644994889972887376</id><published>2008-06-15T08:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:32.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDES DETALHES - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT6IaagNnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QlEczNN0oV8/s1600-h/100_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212065691210888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT6IaagNnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QlEczNN0oV8/s400/100_0075.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elanklever autografa seu livro REFLEXÕES DEFINITIVAS: grandes detalhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto /SP - 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Sim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Há livros que entram em nossas vidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;e marcam para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Ainda que sejam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;perdidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;amassados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;decompostos pelo tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;sua idéia tomou corpo dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;daquele corpo que dele se apossou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;A leitura é essa inebriante experiência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;maior ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;se podemos nos tornar partícipes da obra do autor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;na sua co-autoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Texto extraído do livro "A QUATRO MÃOS" de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-6644994889972887376?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/6644994889972887376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=6644994889972887376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/6644994889972887376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/6644994889972887376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/elanklever-autografa-seu-livro-reflexes.html' title='GRANDES DETALHES - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT6IaagNnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QlEczNN0oV8/s72-c/100_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-1011487767668719323</id><published>2008-06-15T07:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:32.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO É CARTA - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT1wuv7uuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UV_AV7hB1H0/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212060886306110178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT1wuv7uuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UV_AV7hB1H0/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;" Photo é carta às vezes sem remetente, sem destinatário certo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Apesar da mensagem objetiva, sem entrelinhas, sem meias palavras, cheia de verdade, transmite seu recado à posteridade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Antonio Carlos Tórtoro in "Ribeirão Preto: o passado manda lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-1011487767668719323?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/1011487767668719323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=1011487767668719323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/1011487767668719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/1011487767668719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/photo-carta-8-feira-do-livro-de-ribeiro.html' title='PHOTO É CARTA - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFT1wuv7uuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UV_AV7hB1H0/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-6793903426256703471</id><published>2008-06-15T02:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:32.448-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO DO LIVRO - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFSsOeUQQXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJdKBoPbqRA/s1600-h/Lolits+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211980033430667634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFSsOeUQQXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJdKBoPbqRA/s320/Lolits+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"PHOTO É VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sem páginas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sem textos explícitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sem capa nem prefácio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas cada uma é biblioteca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alexandrias incríveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;manancial de informações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;aos olhos e corações sensíveis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Antonio Carlos Tórtoro in "Ribeirão Preto: o passado manda lembrança". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-6793903426256703471?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/6793903426256703471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=6793903426256703471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/6793903426256703471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/6793903426256703471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/tempo-de-poesia-8-feira-do-livro-de.html' title='TEMPO DO LIVRO - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFSsOeUQQXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LJdKBoPbqRA/s72-c/Lolits+160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-3489121149238287298</id><published>2008-06-14T08:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:32.635-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE LIVROS E LINHAS - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFOupuV2kMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LrKVDKddfRE/s1600-h/100_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211701225635352770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFOupuV2kMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LrKVDKddfRE/s320/100_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Momento de pura descontração durante a 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enquanto ao microfone as falas dos poetas e cantadores ecoam nos quatro cantos do belo espaço da praça, descontraidamente Elza e Inajá mostram que livros e linhas fazem parceria perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;ARTESÃ DA LÃ E DA LINHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há como negar:&lt;br /&gt;Artesã sou...&lt;br /&gt;Jamais deixarei de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;Tecendo, ponto a ponto,&lt;br /&gt;Agasalhos coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequenina&lt;br /&gt;Acostumada fôra&lt;br /&gt;A estar no meio deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da leitura, também,&lt;br /&gt;Artesã sou:&lt;br /&gt;Jamais esse prazer, abandonarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais não fôra artesã&lt;br /&gt;Da palavra, no papel&lt;br /&gt;Transformo linha em texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre linhas de lã,&lt;br /&gt;Ponto e ponto mesclo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre linhas de papel,&lt;br /&gt;Canto e conto declino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei mais&lt;br /&gt;Se sou artesã de lã,&lt;br /&gt;Ou artesã de linha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, se&lt;br /&gt;com a lã aqueço um corpo frio,&lt;br /&gt;com a linha alimento uma alma contrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-3489121149238287298?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/3489121149238287298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=3489121149238287298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3489121149238287298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/3489121149238287298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/entre-livros-e-linhas.html' title='ENTRE LIVROS E LINHAS - 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto - 2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SFOupuV2kMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LrKVDKddfRE/s72-c/100_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-4368520320593919491</id><published>2008-06-10T09:58:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:32.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'>8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO - Carlos Nejar - 9/06/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE56sMJRicI/AAAAAAAAAac/sCdg4lipcjs/s1600-h/NOVOFEIRADOLIVRO.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210236718507198914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE56sMJRicI/AAAAAAAAAac/sCdg4lipcjs/s200/NOVOFEIRADOLIVRO.GIF" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foram as palavras que me começaram. As palavras tem cor, tem brilho e escondem um mundo atrás delas... As vezes não é a inteligência que aprende o sentido das palavras, mas é ele, o sentido, que nos alcançam e nos descobrem. No momento em que designamos a palavra, ela toma um sentido novo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O poema, sobretudo, deve ser dito e eles são feitos para serem lidos em voz alta. É da natureza do poema ser uma voz coletiva, daquele que não pode falar, mas que quer falar, porque a poesia fala por si. O poema se comunica, tem vida própria. Se os poemas não sobreviverem por eles mesmos, não adianta nada eu defendê-los. O poema, muitas vezes é nosso filho, mas outras tantas é nosso pai ".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A gente pode ler com paixão e o livro, deve ter a sua própria respiração".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se a gente escreve um livro para mudar uma vida, já valeu tê-lo escrito".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As coisas são mágicas, ou nada. Podemos inventar a realidade e nos encantar com ela".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é muito maior do que a gente, e o que a gente escreve é muito maior do que a gente é, porque a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;obra tem de ser maior do que o autor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"A arte de resistir é a arte da palavra, porque antes de tudo, é a arte da vida".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Percebemos que não podemos deixar a pedra no meio do caminho; temos de removê-la, transformar a pedra em outra realidade".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A língua portuguesa é uma ventura de almas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;(8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto 2008 - Escritor Carlos Nejar - Salão de Idéias. Anotações efetuadas e transcritas por Inajá Martins de Almeida) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-4368520320593919491?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/4368520320593919491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=4368520320593919491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/4368520320593919491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/4368520320593919491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/8-feira-do-livro-carlos-nejar-9062008.html' title='8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO - Carlos Nejar - 9/06/2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE56sMJRicI/AAAAAAAAAac/sCdg4lipcjs/s72-c/NOVOFEIRADOLIVRO.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-326136353430961578</id><published>2008-06-10T09:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:33.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINIÇÕES REFLEXIVAS - Elanklever - 8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE55i5bA3dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3w20MFR1VnM/s1600-h/capageral.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210235459350879698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE55i5bA3dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3w20MFR1VnM/s200/capageral.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Aguns têm seu ponto de vista. Outros uma vista de algum ponto, porém, aquele que busca compreender a vida, sempre vai além de qualquer ponto, pois, mesmo das cicatrizes, tira boas lições".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Minha vida é como um livro: a cada ano uma nova edição, a cada dia uma nova página, a cada hora um novo texto, a cada minuto uma nova palavra e a cada segundo, entre um sim ou não, muda-se a história".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-326136353430961578?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/326136353430961578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=326136353430961578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/326136353430961578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/326136353430961578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/definies-reflexivas-elanklever.html' title='DEFINIÇÕES REFLEXIVAS - Elanklever - 8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE55i5bA3dI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3w20MFR1VnM/s72-c/capageral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-694155650464130613</id><published>2008-06-09T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:33.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE3cqB5SMxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iC4UCI67P1A/s1600-h/DSC05141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210062958558851858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE3cqB5SMxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iC4UCI67P1A/s320/DSC05141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt; Prefeito Municipal Dr. Welson Gasparini é fotografado ao lado dos escritores Nicolas Guto e Alfredo Rossetti e das bibliotecárias Inajá Martins de Almeida e Rosângela no estande dos Autores Locais, durante a 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE3cZ79SSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ce3j9oyTIvI/s1600-h/DSC05142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210062682087115106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE3cZ79SSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ce3j9oyTIvI/s320/DSC05142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Elvio Antunes de Arruda (Elanklever) é fotografado ao lado do Prefeito Dr. Welson Gasparini durante a 8ª Feira do Livro de Ribeirão Preto, quando do lançamento do seu Livro Definições Reflexivas: grandes detalhes".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-694155650464130613?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/694155650464130613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=694155650464130613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/694155650464130613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/694155650464130613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_09.html' title='8ª FEIRA DO LIVRO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SE3cqB5SMxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iC4UCI67P1A/s72-c/DSC05141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-1205910301695364402</id><published>2008-06-08T10:51:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:34.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RAFAELA MARIA DE OLIVEIRA MALDONADO - 08.06.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkzNvh8nI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3v2lmPTqgVg/s1600-h/RAFAELA+MACAC%C3%83O+BRANCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209508962497589874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkzNvh8nI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3v2lmPTqgVg/s320/RAFAELA+MACAC%C3%83O+BRANCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkqIa4JuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nPM2I6luVKQ/s1600-h/RAFAELA+DORMINDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209508806449964770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkqIa4JuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nPM2I6luVKQ/s320/RAFAELA+DORMINDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkg8Hzz7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/bXX5HIK2yyU/s1600-h/RAFAELA+SORRINDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209508648529940402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkg8Hzz7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/bXX5HIK2yyU/s320/RAFAELA+SORRINDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkX-8M4QI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yL7gqtoJIdw/s1600-h/RAFAELA+PATR%C3%8DCIA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209508494667735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkX-8M4QI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yL7gqtoJIdw/s320/RAFAELA+PATR%C3%8DCIA-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rafaela" - e mamãe "Patrícia" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2505191216115182550-1205910301695364402?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/1205910301695364402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=1205910301695364402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/1205910301695364402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/1205910301695364402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/rafaela-maria-de-oliveira-maldonado_08.html' title='RAFAELA MARIA DE OLIVEIRA MALDONADO - 08.06.2008'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEvkzNvh8nI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3v2lmPTqgVg/s72-c/RAFAELA+MACAC%C3%83O+BRANCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-8561744045567813917</id><published>2008-06-05T20:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:34.249-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JANELA PARA O INFINITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEhw98dlIkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qTJDs9aOjUU/s1600-h/colagem55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537178558505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEhw98dlIkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qTJDs9aOjUU/s320/colagem55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;QUADRO: "JANELA PARA O INFINITO" de Elvio&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/2505191216115182550-8561744045567813917?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/8561744045567813917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=8561744045567813917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8561744045567813917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8561744045567813917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='JANELA PARA O INFINITO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEhw98dlIkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qTJDs9aOjUU/s72-c/colagem55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-4081948572293239133</id><published>2008-06-03T13:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:34.592-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEITURA DE UMA EMOÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEVtfbf4QLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qpqzStAK3yk/s1600-h/RAFAELA+FAM%C3%8DLIA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688930848686258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEVtfbf4QLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qpqzStAK3yk/s320/RAFAELA+FAM%C3%8DLIA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: Iberê - &lt;a href="http://www.ibereiori.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ibereiori.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-4081948572293239133?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/4081948572293239133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=4081948572293239133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/4081948572293239133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/4081948572293239133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/impresses.html' title='LEITURA DE UMA EMOÇÃO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SEVtfbf4QLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qpqzStAK3yk/s72-c/RAFAELA+FAM%C3%8DLIA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-8123081639021451411</id><published>2008-06-02T22:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:34.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMEIRAS LEITURAS DO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESjsOFzmdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fbqC5SvL96I/s1600-h/montagem..rafaela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467049239157202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESjsOFzmdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fbqC5SvL96I/s400/montagem..rafaela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESjddpldHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WhNse3TyTGc/s1600-h/COLAGE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207466795717719154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESjddpldHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/WhNse3TyTGc/s400/COLAGE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2505191216115182550-8123081639021451411?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/8123081639021451411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=8123081639021451411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8123081639021451411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8123081639021451411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-encanto.html' title='PRIMEIRAS LEITURAS DO MUNDO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESjsOFzmdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fbqC5SvL96I/s72-c/montagem..rafaela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505191216115182550.post-8726411201890554099</id><published>2008-06-02T22:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:55:35.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RAFAELA MARIA DE OLIVEIRA MALDONADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESfXsdMnPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lLdlmK4zV5s/s1600-h/Rafaela_-_Dia_1_(1)%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207462298566565106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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RAFAELA - 4 dias (1/6/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505191216115182550-8726411201890554099?l=detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/feeds/8726411201890554099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505191216115182550&amp;postID=8726411201890554099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8726411201890554099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505191216115182550/posts/default/8726411201890554099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detalhesdeleituras.blogspot.com/2008/06/rafaela-maria-de-oliveira-maldonado.html' title='RAFAELA MARIA DE OLIVEIRA MALDONADO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11753048204008119034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/SESfXsdMnPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lLdlmK4zV5s/s72-c/Rafaela_-_Dia_1_(1)%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>