tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14442344024137900082024-03-13T14:18:02.494-07:00Um OlharUM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-73514349812838851562009-05-31T14:28:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:34:29.685-07:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwzOyKMBG3as4QMZbhc_aupslAB2iZokd_nGJ2XKvx9IgkqG50iEAioNtVQ873W8EISM4N-qwToYdV_NaAIQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-28463008721793712062009-05-31T13:11:00.000-07:002009-05-31T13:15:27.973-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-965bANy21qWYNLfu1jVRDOXGFlqhnZtkwPAMRbPpst4vjNOpUEi_YbJlV6OFFlQwFvCaIUZimPab89nx9_W-GJs5y1bUZuotGHp70BoiB_FfmVoMa0jInw5jE3DGvdIAv3fJXUXC8Nc/s1600-h/65.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-965bANy21qWYNLfu1jVRDOXGFlqhnZtkwPAMRbPpst4vjNOpUEi_YbJlV6OFFlQwFvCaIUZimPab89nx9_W-GJs5y1bUZuotGHp70BoiB_FfmVoMa0jInw5jE3DGvdIAv3fJXUXC8Nc/s400/65.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342084208303364674" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; ">Um Olhar sobre Paraisópolis</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Texto de Renato Palmares </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ensaio sobre Paraisópolis </span></span></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-4224077550174850422009-05-31T12:39:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:51:32.817-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY00UDM7_7lUI9ET5qpAAiX7pQ7cxCftxurSecDRNcC0h8WxTATA_Bq8PZWhJhnSWVeyxeK8fCzwqoCMR5IW2GM3gKhW2uUXY3rWGPKwJ6iKrEUGyUZY1tuBU8pCJ3llPdi-a0sVCjV_h/s1600-h/30.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY00UDM7_7lUI9ET5qpAAiX7pQ7cxCftxurSecDRNcC0h8WxTATA_Bq8PZWhJhnSWVeyxeK8fCzwqoCMR5IW2GM3gKhW2uUXY3rWGPKwJ6iKrEUGyUZY1tuBU8pCJ3llPdi-a0sVCjV_h/s320/30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076766354308466" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; position:relative;top:-2.0pt;mso-text-raise:2.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 48px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">(A favela me criou), e ela é que tem ensinado a ser quem sou.</span><br /></div><div><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Muito mais que um fruto do gueto, muito mais que mão-de-obra barata, muito mais que números de frias estatísticas que falam de mortalidade infantil, analfabetismo, abortos, tráfico de drogas, homicídios, falta de saneamento básico ou qualquer outros desses ten</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ebrosos mantras que refletem o abandono.</span></span></span> </span></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-25220931533719229842009-05-31T12:36:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:37:37.290-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYDlJ6GoL_jMEwA4hR2laZBRPzxV0eHM4ixs6eOShhQvpsib0j4cVhyphenhyphenFOWhPRNMIvXNWI7t23WicbAk2KX2F0EUlodsEsViHbBfGNRinOcoqPoPRNo7eNNoxhh480bqhzgNsf3euLVtqa/s1600-h/28.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYDlJ6GoL_jMEwA4hR2laZBRPzxV0eHM4ixs6eOShhQvpsib0j4cVhyphenhyphenFOWhPRNMIvXNWI7t23WicbAk2KX2F0EUlodsEsViHbBfGNRinOcoqPoPRNo7eNNoxhh480bqhzgNsf3euLVtqa/s320/28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342074518136767122" /></a>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-83189847884503069912009-05-31T12:33:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:35:05.738-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmzTYIH16l-_uwnUhWthv0kGV8o1da1OUfXO0a8B4pZKkvimhEXx7rBknpApuSwyXMP7ZNv05VfvF6lL-jrW12pNTAgY4CRsOgm3UDoGZrP_jkFujBNcwXZglcoDW2LupQbdki0Peb7Ra/s1600-h/13.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmzTYIH16l-_uwnUhWthv0kGV8o1da1OUfXO0a8B4pZKkvimhEXx7rBknpApuSwyXMP7ZNv05VfvF6lL-jrW12pNTAgY4CRsOgm3UDoGZrP_jkFujBNcwXZglcoDW2LupQbdki0Peb7Ra/s320/13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342073681264262930" /></a><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; position:relative;top:-2.0pt;mso-text-raise:2.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; position:relative;top:-2.0pt;mso-text-raise:2.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">A favela me criou e a vida me ensinou que não somos apenas um número de título eleitoral.<br />O sangue que corre em nossas veias irriga nossos olhos e a paisagem tantas vezes tristes afiam nossa visão, o que vemos aguça todos os nossos sentidos.<br />É possível então sentir a humanidade encoberta pelos números.<br />A força da honestidade de gente tão humilde, a beleza de seus sonhos simples, o infinito universo encarcerado na cela forte da realidade.</span></span></span><br /> <br /></span></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-50382819487880515732009-05-31T12:27:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:32:30.310-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAIdKM16VFWlsS2STZXAdMzmFML5s-yoCWKwCwt77xjoFkDD_N9UKiy74wWVAirnRnAjYKIgwow2VerUGN9_Y9MWHbbHUyW3MZ86msdBbRn-zRhjvCLyh5Bor3huEtivQh3wdfcI3JYzu/s1600-h/16.JPG"><img style="float:right; 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"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">É possível então sentir a humanidade encoberta pelos números.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="position: relative; top: -2pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A força da honestidade de gente tão humilde, a beleza de seus sonhos simples, o infinito universo encarcerado na cela forte da realidade.</span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-32549911461165442502009-05-31T12:24:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:27:08.911-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkbdhyQS1dwkXHlVIwShl6FRJ-isjp-ZTokuPbdIGuCvQjnLCB73ipMOODX4bnAiXcLHtj6UVMCPU2wZ1TvFFySeIlacA27QyVuyXfCoA2C41rO3V0Ew-vgbZpm1DOAZjGMBXixiNRPdi/s1600-h/9.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkbdhyQS1dwkXHlVIwShl6FRJ-isjp-ZTokuPbdIGuCvQjnLCB73ipMOODX4bnAiXcLHtj6UVMCPU2wZ1TvFFySeIlacA27QyVuyXfCoA2C41rO3V0Ew-vgbZpm1DOAZjGMBXixiNRPdi/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071603104560034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGEpOU3g1DadoJzJBzSmAW9h0eWdawGpXZ_nFc6o0gaX6lMlAdPhCg0zBjpzbudFozCwjj_Cqqpo31j5Kgo6ohfSwLgRxywCynN-XDe9-LI51K7SmJPt6_f6lRAq4tBdlcQGHWgAaEJoc/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGEpOU3g1DadoJzJBzSmAW9h0eWdawGpXZ_nFc6o0gaX6lMlAdPhCg0zBjpzbudFozCwjj_Cqqpo31j5Kgo6ohfSwLgRxywCynN-XDe9-LI51K7SmJPt6_f6lRAq4tBdlcQGHWgAaEJoc/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071424913043810" /></a><span style="position: relative; top: -2pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="position: relative; top: -2pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Assim, nos é possível captar muito além do que se pode ver, muito além do que muitos querem ver, captar a alma dos que se chamam povo, o povo verdadeiro, a massa que é soma de individualidades, os indivíduos que compõem a massa.</span></span></span><br /></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-50833622333560483802009-05-31T12:23:00.001-07:002009-05-31T12:23:46.214-07:00<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; position:relative;top:-2.0pt;mso-text-raise:2.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sempre será tempo de lançar um novo olhar sobre Paraisópolis, a favela que me criou, que nos criou e tem nos ensinado a enxergar muito além do que se pode ver</span></span>. </span>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-60174459643879961132009-05-31T12:21:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:22:49.425-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW3B027-kdYe5o6qAssEN-En1OeGZVOhjvwp5yYc2vQGL5k2JNgkspxR15MdgE1JSg7eJIJ3x7igXZe0RH5b-j0EGHth-8SjO5uimRnWXVr5j0weSjtUWK83TMT2lCzt5MwubRo5e1pvWC/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW3B027-kdYe5o6qAssEN-En1OeGZVOhjvwp5yYc2vQGL5k2JNgkspxR15MdgE1JSg7eJIJ3x7igXZe0RH5b-j0EGHth-8SjO5uimRnWXVr5j0weSjtUWK83TMT2lCzt5MwubRo5e1pvWC/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342070716823953138" /></a>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-54381205961985144642009-05-31T12:19:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:21:01.759-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QuOnZLlOCZPclDDf6gyyogcytH5XAc5YpzLyYUtMUZ2_2oW_l4T8q5YN37b4YHhU9HGs-mWTsI-fYkksGYJC9J607JOhrGp0z2saoTt66W4nP_kN9-TzkzkB2jtXd0GHHsEjHGWdjFEf/s1600-h/35.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QuOnZLlOCZPclDDf6gyyogcytH5XAc5YpzLyYUtMUZ2_2oW_l4T8q5YN37b4YHhU9HGs-mWTsI-fYkksGYJC9J607JOhrGp0z2saoTt66W4nP_kN9-TzkzkB2jtXd0GHHsEjHGWdjFEf/s320/35.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342070157255676642" /></a><br /><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Há Um Olhar sobre Paraisópolis, não como os olhares banais e saturados que já se conhece, um olhar que busca ver as entrelinhas, o subtexto que anima corações e mentes dos que ali habitam.<br />Busca a vida que flui, presente mais sem ser notada, como um lençol freático de águas profundas.<br />Há Um Olhar sobre Paraisópolis, que pretende perfurar o solo da indiferença e da ignorância que esconde tais águas</span></span></span>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-50456697926173958832009-05-31T12:16:00.001-07:002009-05-31T12:18:41.889-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj3Vq65wFECgRP6r76YHRj1QofwhNX2Bzt2jXwz5ZuPQG6uapT9Xzhs_uV1l8NGEoh7HY4IIhMV7HD5btow-JUnXWHswRFwnc8dSWZflm_-jrAej65l02Q62HxFiuABEdxmkB52Os25Iz/s1600-h/22.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj3Vq65wFECgRP6r76YHRj1QofwhNX2Bzt2jXwz5ZuPQG6uapT9Xzhs_uV1l8NGEoh7HY4IIhMV7HD5btow-JUnXWHswRFwnc8dSWZflm_-jrAej65l02Q62HxFiuABEdxmkB52Os25Iz/s320/22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342069404425469282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkH7UnBTfIYP1L8GGqTVsGhy2tn6zXXD0sa0Pi78-0hqzCgylahwg3eh4Z4V9hdBlgLvxkIo4xlhM_aXVVulprNJ6E2SXFUMHtnMK3W9CSiGEVwTWK0d8p-0Uze_hsBtB0d4wOzyCFpNsj/s1600-h/23.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkH7UnBTfIYP1L8GGqTVsGhy2tn6zXXD0sa0Pi78-0hqzCgylahwg3eh4Z4V9hdBlgLvxkIo4xlhM_aXVVulprNJ6E2SXFUMHtnMK3W9CSiGEVwTWK0d8p-0Uze_hsBtB0d4wOzyCFpNsj/s320/23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342069225448819730" /></a><br /><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pés que percorrem palcos desvendando a magia da dança, as personas do trágico e do cômico.</span></span></span>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-46266047416021616322009-05-31T12:12:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:15:37.630-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6NNwSBD1IOzPZUcBHFoZVWLB_NgiwuZCusQiT5bmCf0YrFgx5n4Ao0yfwiiYVXP-UuOK5PPv37kuL_3bgeajbKPaKejhYSKp9_dGLS71ELpj_VGjS4SOZR0BAM2SLrfBjwmeMYzYc8Rq/s1600-h/21.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6NNwSBD1IOzPZUcBHFoZVWLB_NgiwuZCusQiT5bmCf0YrFgx5n4Ao0yfwiiYVXP-UuOK5PPv37kuL_3bgeajbKPaKejhYSKp9_dGLS71ELpj_VGjS4SOZR0BAM2SLrfBjwmeMYzYc8Rq/s320/21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342068817305110898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLGHfvV4LwWEy1zdpPpKEmNQRJiaSKXcZmjVwp-CT959dW74hpmDchl80zqWK7-TPncY6ONtBArbjZzsnfTX0SfFATUsAQExKcL5uXEqfyQX_lxTeSL1D8yNBfQ2-gkx2go_VEV6eq4-w/s1600-h/15.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLGHfvV4LwWEy1zdpPpKEmNQRJiaSKXcZmjVwp-CT959dW74hpmDchl80zqWK7-TPncY6ONtBArbjZzsnfTX0SfFATUsAQExKcL5uXEqfyQX_lxTeSL1D8yNBfQ2-gkx2go_VEV6eq4-w/s320/15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342068350688534290" /></a><br /><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Os sorrisos de crianças e jovens que buscam pela pena vencer os canhões, nas voltas de bolas redondas como o mundo, mudar a trajetória de um futuro incerto..<br />Cesta de três pontos, a rede que se estufa, mais um novo SET, a corrida, o salto, salto pra vitória.<br />O som que espalha-se pelo ar, nada de tiros ou bombas, mas sim melodias de efeito moral.<br />As câmeras que flagram rasgos de esperança de que a cidade, o Brasil, o Mundo, lancem um novo olhar sobre Paraisópolis.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-21702204846045497602009-05-31T12:10:00.000-07:002009-05-31T12:12:04.597-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV66amF6s5FtsWhQ4p4ooIIxV4eXRJ7fEGV75jpiZdWqB2wdzPKLo-cpbStGMUalI9lQkzoZllALIc6GPimXCM_Wy_OfDMsNaMn8yXy9uv9JVi-hl4ZXLQ9boSPT8DKuVRTTvvLfDGOcz/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV66amF6s5FtsWhQ4p4ooIIxV4eXRJ7fEGV75jpiZdWqB2wdzPKLo-cpbStGMUalI9lQkzoZllALIc6GPimXCM_Wy_OfDMsNaMn8yXy9uv9JVi-hl4ZXLQ9boSPT8DKuVRTTvvLfDGOcz/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342067597273423954" /></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="position: relative; top: -2pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Um Olhar sobre Paraisópolis</span></span></span></b>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-90058409119720019802009-03-06T11:07:00.000-08:002009-03-06T11:08:54.599-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCL5kqG1Ahsl5kRgcPnrQUE0bEEYjXFcKrz_fBytoj0pQxSmkVe6zapw6-81SJGdYemfq13kIAlWlh8Y1p8GHuguHL0rYvIOBANpI_TfMjAvFznf87ISAc3EJHbhBUE0ATq0qmsfVuFsk/s1600-h/Um+Olhar2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310153636077426354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCL5kqG1Ahsl5kRgcPnrQUE0bEEYjXFcKrz_fBytoj0pQxSmkVe6zapw6-81SJGdYemfq13kIAlWlh8Y1p8GHuguHL0rYvIOBANpI_TfMjAvFznf87ISAc3EJHbhBUE0ATq0qmsfVuFsk/s320/Um+Olhar2008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Foto: Dorival Zucatto<br /> Integrantes Um Olhar 2008<br /><div></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1444234402413790008.post-6311688279660002602009-03-06T10:00:00.000-08:002009-03-06T10:11:11.426-08:00<div align="left"><strong>Silenciando aos que não tem voz</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Em cada esquina músicas ,ritmos diferentes,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Pessoas perambulando, trabalhando</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>ou passando o tempo simplesmente.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Senhoras e senhores conversando,garotos e garotas dançando,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Funk, Pagode, Samba, Hip Hop,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Versando Rap ou curtindo Rock.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>A favela fervilhando...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Mal amanhece e logo começa:</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Despertadores apitam...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Peruas que passam...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Crianças que choram...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>E o sol logo nasce.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Dia-a-dia de favela é assim,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>A qualquer hora tem barulho, balburdía,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Ruas sempre cheias,transporte lotado.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>E é dia de alegria, e é dia de fracasso.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>A comadre bate a porta,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Quer ter um bate-papo,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>fofocar sobre a vizinha do lado,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>pedir açúcar e sal emprestados.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Com lama e barro nas ruas sem asfalto,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>no sobe-e-desce das ladeiras,</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Estamos sempre no corre.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Matando um dragão por dia</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>e ainda fingindo alegria</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>pros filhos que ainda não cresceram.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Ao entardecer na favela sentimos algo diferente.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Noventa mil habitantes...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Tanta quietude quer dizer...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>-Toque de recolher!</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Ao ligarmos nossas TV's</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>"Enfrentamento com a polícia na Paraisópolis:</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>A segunda maior favela da Metrópole.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>"Um choque...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>E lá vem a tropa de choque.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Os helicópteros sobrevoam...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>As sirenes soam...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>São tiros e bombas pelo ar</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>.Gritos e choros a ecoar.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>-Daqui ninguém sai, aqui ninguém entra!</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Estamos todos encurralados.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Veracidade da mídia...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>No foco da mídia desfocados.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Amanhã esquece.Segue a vida.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>E a vida como Deus manda ou desmanda</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Seguirá.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Na esperança que um dia virá</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>a salvação caída do céu.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Elaine Braga (Moradora de Paraisópolis)</strong></div>UM OLHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17948964638232955905noreply@blogger.com0