<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034</id><updated>2011-11-16T13:55:23.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O teatro de Nina Veiga</title><subtitle type='html'>Esse blog traz as peças escritas e dirigidas por Nina Veiga. Dá dicas para montagem de teatro com crianças, jovens e adultos. Ensina a confecionar e manipular teatros de bonecos inspirados na Pedagogia Waldorf. Os ritmos do ano e as comemorações de cada época. As peças escritas e dirigidas por Nina Veiga. Os tipos de teatro para as diversas idades, segundo a Pedagogia Waldorf.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7789523682671863044</id><published>2011-09-11T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:48:08.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem de Micael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Para declamar todos os dias na Época de Micael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ednandrade.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/micael.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ednandrade.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/micael.png" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Meditação de Micael&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Temos de erradicar da alma todo medo e temor do que o futuropossa trazer ao homem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Temos de adquirir serenidade em todos os sentimentos e sensaçõesa respeito do futuro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Temos que olhar para a frente com absoluta equanimidade, para comtudo o que possa vir, e temos que pensar, somente, que tudo o que vier nos serádado por uma direção mundial plena de sabedoria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isto é a parte do que temos de aprender nesta era, a saber:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Viver com pura confiança, sem qualquer segurança na existência;confiança na ajuda sempre presente do mundo espiritual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Em verdade, nada terá valor se a coragem nos faltar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Disciplinemos nossa vontade e busquemos o despertar interiortodas as manhãs e todas as noites.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rudolf Steiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-7789523682671863044?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7789523682671863044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/09/coragem-de-micael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7789523682671863044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7789523682671863044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/09/coragem-de-micael.html' title='Coragem de Micael'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-4531705490645043514</id><published>2011-09-01T17:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:33:50.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Época dos ventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A época dos ventos, no final do inverno, traz a possibilidade de abrirmos as janelas e deixar o vento entrar, ou melhor passar, levando com eles tudo que não serve mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as crianças, podemos exercitar o empinar pipa, fazer barangandão, argola dos ventos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um livro que traz algumas boas idéias é "&lt;a href="http://publifolha.folha.com.br/catalogo/livros/136328/"&gt;Brincadeiras criativas para seu filho&lt;/a&gt;", editado pela &lt;a href="http://publifolha.folha.com.br/"&gt;Publifolha&lt;/a&gt; em parceria com a &lt;a href="http://www.aliancapelainfancia.org.br/"&gt;Aliança pela Infância&lt;/a&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://www.federacaoescolaswaldorf.org.br/"&gt;Federação das Escolas Waldorf do Brasil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://publifolha.folha.com.br/catalogo/images/cover-136328-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://publifolha.folha.com.br/catalogo/images/cover-136328-600.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/363313253087083034-4531705490645043514?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4531705490645043514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/09/epoca-dos-ventos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4531705490645043514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4531705490645043514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/09/epoca-dos-ventos.html' title='Época dos ventos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6957918966424005397</id><published>2011-07-05T16:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:20:05.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>São João na Escola Waldorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A Paineira escola Waldorf de Juiz de Fora teve uma animada festa de São João, potencializada pela arquitetura do local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njw70HLWm08/ThNcIf6mUAI/AAAAAAAAJyE/5QJFSNAwNHs/s400/DSC_1570.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IRuM-19YTU/ThNcPmepBTI/AAAAAAAAJyI/OkrfTELZcL8/s1600/DSC_1571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IRuM-19YTU/ThNcPmepBTI/AAAAAAAAJyI/OkrfTELZcL8/s400/DSC_1571.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/363313253087083034-6957918966424005397?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6957918966424005397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/07/sao-joao-na-escola-waldorf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6957918966424005397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6957918966424005397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/07/sao-joao-na-escola-waldorf.html' title='São João na Escola Waldorf'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFHqj8Qd_NY/ThNbUgVpSeI/AAAAAAAAJxo/adC_tLtmggY/s72-c/DSC_1579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6717704773433437947</id><published>2011-04-30T11:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:49:44.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Começa a preparação para a próxima época</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hoje, retiramos os enfeites de Páscoa da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, nossa "casa de época" será decorada com os símbolos de Pentecostes, relacionados à paz mundial: pombinhas, dizeres "paz" em vários idiomas, pessoas de mãos dadas, bonecos de várias nacionalidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM2QuxL8W0I/Tbwf3ahma_I/AAAAAAAAI6c/1LOTLb6gfEo/s1600/DSC02926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM2QuxL8W0I/Tbwf3ahma_I/AAAAAAAAI6c/1LOTLb6gfEo/s320/DSC02926.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para saber um pouco mais sobre a visão antroposófica da época:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festascristas.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="45" src="http://www.festascristas.com.br/images/banners/topo01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festascristas.com.br/"&gt;conheça&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjPWLYdxekk/TbNpm-8BGWI/AAAAAAAAI58/8Q4nwpLQr90/s1600/DSC02910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjPWLYdxekk/TbNpm-8BGWI/AAAAAAAAI58/8Q4nwpLQr90/s320/DSC02910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/363313253087083034-5364507255605586418?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5364507255605586418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/04/preparando-o-ninho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5364507255605586418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5364507255605586418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/04/preparando-o-ninho.html' title='Preparando o ninho'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjPWLYdxekk/TbNpm-8BGWI/AAAAAAAAI58/8Q4nwpLQr90/s72-c/DSC02910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-3061010172000288842</id><published>2011-02-28T14:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:47:18.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na hora de dormir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Uma pessoa me solicitou, através de um scrap do Orkut, que contasse como é o nosso ritual de "ir para a cama" aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_sWkS4hyGyQ/TWurvF2l23I/AAAAAAAAI18/f4sOZkQLyyY/s1600/bog+teatro+dormir.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_sWkS4hyGyQ/TWurvF2l23I/AAAAAAAAI18/f4sOZkQLyyY/s320/bog+teatro+dormir.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de esclarecer que ele muda, não frequentemente, mas conforme o desenvolvimento do filhote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele era bebê, tudo era feito com muita serenidade e na mesma sequência. Nunca tivemos "o embalar" e nem ele nunca soube que ir para a cama era uma alternativa ou que poderia ser de outra forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um aspecto importante: a criança não tem noção, se nós não falarmos ou demonstrarmos, que a rotina poderia ser outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S_pT_Wx54Dw/TWvPmExSgGI/AAAAAAAAI2I/56ocrQtu8cw/s1600/29+abril+2007+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S_pT_Wx54Dw/TWvPmExSgGI/AAAAAAAAI2I/56ocrQtu8cw/s320/29+abril+2007+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitas crianças relutam em ir para &amp;nbsp;a cama. Na maioria das vezes, é por que a casa continua muito "acordada". Apagar luzes, desligar a TV, falar mais baixo, são práticas que podem facilitar a chegada do sono.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de grandinho, por volta dos dois anos, começaram as histórias. A rotina sempre igual, pijama, dentes, cama, oração, apagar a luz e história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vXVsmETY7kU/TWvPkQ7S7ZI/AAAAAAAAI2E/mqhxDZVzM1Y/s1600/1+fevereiro+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vXVsmETY7kU/TWvPkQ7S7ZI/AAAAAAAAI2E/mqhxDZVzM1Y/s320/1+fevereiro+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As crianças sempre tem objetos transicionais. O meu, por volta dos três anos, ia aumentando o número de fraldinhas de dormir, conforme minha agenda de trabalho ia se&amp;nbsp;complexificando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época, eu contava as histórias de cor, com a luz apagada. Sempre a mesma história, todo dia, em cada época de mais ou menos três a quatro semanas. Quase nunca chegava ao final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois dos quatro anos, meu repertório começou a ficar desisteressante. Foi quando entraram as histórias lidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lia com uma locução monótona, muito lenta, o que era um exercício também para mim, tanto no respirar quando no falar. Eram histórias longas, sem gravuras, lidas aos pouquinhos por meses (prática que se segue até agora, com seis anos de idade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hoje, por exemplo, estamos lendo Dom Quixote, na versão bem humorada e curta de Orígenes Lessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IRK-oqZzUmA/TWvYZp9wIPI/AAAAAAAAI2Y/GWwzYTvU97s/s1600/DSC02184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IRK-oqZzUmA/TWvYZp9wIPI/AAAAAAAAI2Y/GWwzYTvU97s/s320/DSC02184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A partir de uma certa idade, por volta dos seis anos, as crianças podem ficar um pouquinho sozinhas depois que os pais as colocam na cama, mas é importante que não seja brincando ou conversando. O silêncio deve ser mantido e os livros devem ter poucas ilustrações, o que reforça o tédio e ajuda o sono chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem também algumas vezes que ele vai para a cama e "lê" sozinho mais um pouco, após o término do trecho que lemos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante, na minha perspectiva, é a rotina, sempre terrivelmente monótona e estável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando se sai da rotina, não se deve comunicar isso à criança. Criança não sabe das horas, não sabe que está atrasada para ir para a cama. Nosso discurso a esse respeito é que cria a sensação de descontinuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6TR1jH5Myq4/TWvPgEHC1FI/AAAAAAAAI2A/YpX4DnUlx7o/s1600/F%25C3%25A9rias+de+ver%25C3%25A3o+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6TR1jH5Myq4/TWvPgEHC1FI/AAAAAAAAI2A/YpX4DnUlx7o/s320/F%25C3%25A9rias+de+ver%25C3%25A3o+103.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A presença do cuidador na hora de dormir dá segurança à criança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço muita gente que coloca a criança no carro para dormir. Entendo que isso seja uma tentativa desesperada, mas devemos criar as condições de serenidade e estabilidade em nossa casa, para que a criança se encaixe sem nem perceber que poderia ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ub2tcyUlmTo/TWvPq8j_A-I/AAAAAAAAI2U/bY83OUv4sHU/s1600/F%25C3%25A9rias+de+ver%25C3%25A3o+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ub2tcyUlmTo/TWvPq8j_A-I/AAAAAAAAI2U/bY83OUv4sHU/s320/F%25C3%25A9rias+de+ver%25C3%25A3o+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitos pais apelam para o carro na hora de dormir. Uma prática muito pouco saudável que inviabiliza a vivência da rotina de dormir &amp;nbsp;pela criança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diminuir as luzes cerca de uma hora antes da hora de colocar o pijama, desligar a TV muito antes, falar em tom mais baixo, são ações que facilitam o momento de ir para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra-chave é gesto. O gesto tem de ser o mesmo sempre, a ordem das atividades também. Por incrível que possa parecer, criança gosta de mesmice e previsibilidade, bem ao contrário do que a mídia,&amp;nbsp;incentivadora&amp;nbsp;do consumo afirma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QjTywYNVrIk/TWvdAKIUuDI/AAAAAAAAI2k/D8sPhjHrTv4/s1600/DSC00195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QjTywYNVrIk/TWvdAKIUuDI/AAAAAAAAI2k/D8sPhjHrTv4/s320/DSC00195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Criança pequena vive de rotinas. Para que a hora de ir para a cama seja um momento tranquilo para pais e filhos, precisa ser coreografado e encenado diariamente da mesma maneira. Evite o discurso do "atraso", do não dormir, ou comentar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;com outras pessoas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;na frente da criança que ela não dorme com facilidade, isso apenas reforça o negativo e faz com que a atenção seja despertada para o indevido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1740918856"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1740918857"&gt;&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/363313253087083034-3061010172000288842?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/3061010172000288842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-hora-de-dormir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3061010172000288842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3061010172000288842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-hora-de-dormir.html' title='Na hora de dormir...'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_sWkS4hyGyQ/TWurvF2l23I/AAAAAAAAI18/f4sOZkQLyyY/s72-c/bog+teatro+dormir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6606867038247009365</id><published>2011-02-22T23:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:08:51.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa das Fadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Claudia Valentim, da &lt;a href="http://www.casadasfadas.com/"&gt;Casa das Fadas&lt;/a&gt;, agora mora em Juiz de Fora e faz parte da nossa rede de artistas, artesãs e arteducadoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheça mais sobre seu trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k-452RvnaM/TWRrvJeO0zI/AAAAAAAAI00/EceiBwO-stA/s320/27748_119093764798697_117173458324061_97592_84497_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=119093764798697&amp;amp;set=pu.117173458324061&amp;amp;theater"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=119093764798697&amp;amp;set=pu.117173458324061&amp;amp;theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-6606867038247009365?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6606867038247009365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/casa-das-fadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6606867038247009365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6606867038247009365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/casa-das-fadas.html' title='Casa das Fadas'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k-452RvnaM/TWRrvJeO0zI/AAAAAAAAI00/EceiBwO-stA/s72-c/27748_119093764798697_117173458324061_97592_84497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-161771787901705923</id><published>2011-02-16T09:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:11:28.689-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Época das águas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A época das águas continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitar a casa com conchas, barquinhos e outros elementos que lembrem as águas faz com que a criança se situe em relação à natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contar histórias que lembrem o tema também é uma boa pedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, nossa &lt;a href="http://sereia./"&gt;sereia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DntG4MR_4rw/TVuv3TwFoNI/AAAAAAAAIzg/o2xmdlcESGM/s1600/Sereia+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DntG4MR_4rw/TVuv3TwFoNI/AAAAAAAAIzg/o2xmdlcESGM/s320/Sereia+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/363313253087083034-161771787901705923?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/161771787901705923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/epoca-das-aguas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/161771787901705923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/161771787901705923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/epoca-das-aguas.html' title='Época das águas'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DntG4MR_4rw/TVuv3TwFoNI/AAAAAAAAIzg/o2xmdlcESGM/s72-c/Sereia+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-8965872797688872524</id><published>2011-02-05T18:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:06:21.957-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A pequena vendedora de fósforos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Muitas vezes, as crianças sentem necessidade de "melancolia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns contos e histórias possibilitam que sentimentos como piedade, solidariedade e compaixão sejam exercitados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pequeno descobriu o conto de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #777777; font-family: Arial; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Christian_Andersen"&gt;Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A pequena vendedora de fósforos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TU2o2C4VMeI/AAAAAAAAIy4/MGeySRYRhmY/s1600/Vendedora+de+F%25C3%25B3sforos+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TU2o2C4VMeI/AAAAAAAAIy4/MGeySRYRhmY/s320/Vendedora+de+F%25C3%25B3sforos+%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoído com a triste história da menininha, coordenou a confecção de uma boneca seguindo as ilustrações do livrinho que ganhou de presente, inclusive com trapinho na mão e nos pés (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz, meio a contragosto, já que não sou muito fã do conto onde a personagem central morre queimada viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, para a minha surpresa, aos seis anos, Uli não percebeu que o final da trama era esse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não recomendo o conto, especialmente em sua versão integral, este post é apenas para ressaltar a importância da melancolia para a constituição de sentimentos saudáveis na criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, a versão resumida e mais leve, a qual meu filho teve acesso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-bottom: 2.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fa4aad; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;A Pequena Vendedora de Fósforos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #777777; font-family: Arial; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Era a última noite do ano e uma pobre menina caminhava pelas ruas por entre a neve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mesmo com frio, encantava-se com a carruagens suntuosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A pobre menina era vendedora de fósforos, mas ninguém tinha comprado nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os pés descalços doíam na neve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas que cheiro era aquele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheiro de peru assado de véspera de Ano-novo. As janelas iluminadas faziam a pobre menina sorrir pela felicidade dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teve de se proteger do vento gelado. Ficou encolhida, só imaginando as maravilhas à sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A pobre menina, para se esquentar, riscou um fósforo e, da faísca, ela imaginou uma lareira quentinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas a lareira desapareceu... o fósforo se apagou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com o segundo fósforo riscado, ela viu uma mesa posta com os mais deliciosos pratos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E o fósforo se apagou de novo. A pobre menina não queria mais sentir frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Riscou outro fósforo e a centelha trouxe aos seus olhinhos a mais bela árvore de Natal que já tinha visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas a chama não durou muito. No céu, a menina viu sua avó. A única pessoa que a tinha amado na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rapidamente, riscou outro fósforo e a avozinha apareceu linda e carinhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não queria perder a sua avó e, desta vez, a menina ascendeu todos os fósforos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O brilho foi tão intenso que a avó chamou a menina para lhe acompanhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não havia mais frio nem fome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Somente Deus e a sua avó tão querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foram para a felicidade suprema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/363313253087083034-8965872797688872524?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8965872797688872524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/pequena-vendedora-de-fosforos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8965872797688872524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8965872797688872524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/02/pequena-vendedora-de-fosforos.html' title='A pequena vendedora de fósforos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TU2o2C4VMeI/AAAAAAAAIy4/MGeySRYRhmY/s72-c/Vendedora+de+F%25C3%25B3sforos+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1327201564878178366</id><published>2011-01-28T23:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:56:31.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormir cedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Um importante momento do ano se aproxima: a volta às aulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com isso, as crianças devem voltar a dormir cedo, muito cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TUNzyO7HduI/AAAAAAAAIyY/Gw-rZoFS-NU/s1600/DSC04224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TUNzyO7HduI/AAAAAAAAIyY/Gw-rZoFS-NU/s320/DSC04224.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou parecer descontextualizada se falar que hora de criança dormir é 19h30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que sim, mas isso é importantíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como fazer com que os pequenos consigam fazer isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro passo: pouca luz, experimente jantar à luz de velas e acender luminárias&amp;nbsp;ao invés de luz central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo passo: desligue a TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro passo: faça do ritual escovar os dentes, fazer xixi e ir para cama o melhor momento do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso, você deve estar presente, de corpo e intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conte uma história, de preferência sua mesmo e verdadeira, coisas que aconteceram quando você era criança, lendas familiares, pequenos incidentes, suas preferências, seus antigos sonhos e medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças adoram e precisam disso como alimento para a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, faça um verso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-left: 150.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; tab-stops: 42.55pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu anjo da guarda,&lt;br /&gt;dourado como o sol, suave como a lua,&lt;br /&gt;segue-me quando eu for à escola,&lt;br /&gt;quando estiver em casa, quando brincar na rua...&lt;br /&gt;Vela meu sono de noite,&lt;br /&gt;guia meus passos de dia;&lt;br /&gt;dá-me tua paz, teu carinho, tua alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar sempre em tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aprender com você a amar as plantas,&lt;br /&gt;os minerais, as pessoas, os animais...&lt;br /&gt;A ter bons sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos puros, enfim,&lt;br /&gt;a amar a Deus sobre todas as coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, fique ali, luz apagada, respiração tranquila, esperando, esperando, calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algumas tentativas, isso vai acontecer naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criança crescerá saudável e você terá seu momento de serenidade para finalizar o dia.&lt;br /&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/363313253087083034-1327201564878178366?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1327201564878178366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/01/dormir-cedo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1327201564878178366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1327201564878178366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2011/01/dormir-cedo.html' title='Dormir cedo'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TUNzyO7HduI/AAAAAAAAIyY/Gw-rZoFS-NU/s72-c/DSC04224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1922818389020191784</id><published>2010-10-03T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:54:52.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas de um espetáculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIhNXs4zI/AAAAAAAAIu8/xD1GSVEjqn8/s1600/DSC01080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIhNXs4zI/AAAAAAAAIu8/xD1GSVEjqn8/s320/DSC01080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIrWrLaiI/AAAAAAAAIvA/NCC0B_BQDgs/s1600/DSC01087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIrWrLaiI/AAAAAAAAIvA/NCC0B_BQDgs/s320/DSC01087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIyMR65hI/AAAAAAAAIvE/Sn3ELm9JrH8/s1600/DSC01091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIyMR65hI/AAAAAAAAIvE/Sn3ELm9JrH8/s320/DSC01091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkI47E8f1I/AAAAAAAAIvI/EhfvP6HnH3A/s1600/DSC01092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkI47E8f1I/AAAAAAAAIvI/EhfvP6HnH3A/s320/DSC01092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkI-syByaI/AAAAAAAAIvM/bpD9HRecayA/s1600/DSC01097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkI-syByaI/AAAAAAAAIvM/bpD9HRecayA/s320/DSC01097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkJQe4E_QI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/2T8lqZchO9k/s1600/DSC01105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkJQe4E_QI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/2T8lqZchO9k/s320/DSC01105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Livraria Saraiva, Shopping Jardim Sul, São Paulo, setembro 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1922818389020191784?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1922818389020191784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/10/cenas-de-um-espetaculo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1922818389020191784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1922818389020191784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/10/cenas-de-um-espetaculo.html' title='Cenas de um espetáculo'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TKkIhNXs4zI/AAAAAAAAIu8/xD1GSVEjqn8/s72-c/DSC01080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-5124295624034026813</id><published>2010-09-14T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:21:32.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espetáculo na Livraria Saraiva - São Paulo</title><content type='html'>Dia 26 de setembro, às 15 horas, estaremos na Livraria Saraiva do Shopping Jardim Sul em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TJARTDlCzII/AAAAAAAAIoY/W_SD-_PwqrI/s1600/saraiva+logo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TJARTDlCzII/AAAAAAAAIoY/W_SD-_PwqrI/s400/saraiva+logo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-right: -.05pt; tab-stops: 425.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teatro de bonecos inspirado na Pedagogia Waldorf “O Rei Sapo” e oficina de artes-manuais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-right: -.05pt; tab-stops: 425.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-right: -.05pt; tab-stops: 425.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-right: -.05pt; tab-stops: 425.2pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Apresentação do conto de fadas “O Rei Sapo”, teatro de bonecos de manipulação à vista e direção ao vivo com colaboração da platéia. Oficina de sensibilização para as artes manuais: construção de adereço de lã natural relacionado ao conto apresentado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/363313253087083034-5124295624034026813?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5124295624034026813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/09/espetaculo-na-livraria-saraiva-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5124295624034026813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5124295624034026813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/09/espetaculo-na-livraria-saraiva-sao.html' title='Espetáculo na Livraria Saraiva - São Paulo'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TJARTDlCzII/AAAAAAAAIoY/W_SD-_PwqrI/s72-c/saraiva+logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-5119268835539775508</id><published>2010-08-18T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:14:47.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oficina de Teatro de Mesa em Araxá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TGx25-_e0hI/AAAAAAAAInk/ZgGbM4ebnIw/s1600/DSC00411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TGx25-_e0hI/AAAAAAAAInk/ZgGbM4ebnIw/s320/DSC00411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarenta educadoras da creche, educação infantil e ensino fundamental reunidas na ativa Biblioteca Municipal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-5119268835539775508?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5119268835539775508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/08/oficina-de-teatro-de-mesa-em-araxa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5119268835539775508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5119268835539775508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/08/oficina-de-teatro-de-mesa-em-araxa.html' title='Oficina de Teatro de Mesa em Araxá'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TGx25-_e0hI/AAAAAAAAInk/ZgGbM4ebnIw/s72-c/DSC00411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-3333813730216770156</id><published>2010-07-11T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:16:06.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças necessárias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDppG38b-JI/AAAAAAAAINc/Wf584fcGORs/s1600/Uli++lavando+lou%C3%A7a+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDppG38b-JI/AAAAAAAAINc/Wf584fcGORs/s320/Uli++lavando+lou%C3%A7a+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brincando de lavar louça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Recebo muitos e-mails nesse sentido e fico pensando que desaprendemos a lidar com as crianças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;As próprias crianças desaprenderem a fazer coisas sozinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;As férias de inverno são normalmente um pouco mais complicadas no que diz respeito ao "que fazer com as crianças".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Dificilmente nossos pequenos fazem alguma coisa sem a nossa interferência, sem serem vigiadas, monitoradas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;É a condição contemporânea, temos que nos adaptar e inventar meios de viver saudavelmente nesse contexto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;É muito importante que a criança se sinta necessária e não alguém a ser entretido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;Podemos cozinhar com ela diariamente, no jantar ou no almoço, de acordo com nossa disponibilidade, perguntando sua sugestão de cardápio, pesquisando e experimentando receitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpilr9LxBI/AAAAAAAAINM/N-tVjJxpRcs/s1600/setembro+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpilr9LxBI/AAAAAAAAINM/N-tVjJxpRcs/s320/setembro+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fazendo bolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Temos muitas opções de atividades necessárias mesmo sem sair de casa. Fazer uma pequena reforma, pintar uma parede de cor diferente, mudar os móveis de lugar, encapar almofadas, enfeitar o banheiro com adesivos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpic3sEfOI/AAAAAAAAIM8/LOxvC5Yqeqw/s1600/3e4+fevereiro+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpic3sEfOI/AAAAAAAAIM8/LOxvC5Yqeqw/s320/3e4+fevereiro+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pintando paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Para quem tem jardim, pode organizar um novo canteiro, fazer uma composteira, podar plantas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpior1cjZI/AAAAAAAAINU/Sfsc2veO8Yc/s1600/Uli+plantando+chuch%C3%BA+-+agosto+2006+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpior1cjZI/AAAAAAAAINU/Sfsc2veO8Yc/s320/Uli+plantando+chuch%C3%BA+-+agosto+2006+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Plantando&amp;nbsp;chuchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Quem vive em apartamento pode fazer um projeto de faxina conjunta, um jardim suspenso, propor algum mutirão no espaço compartilhado do prédio, a produção de um espetáculo beneficente com os primos ou vizinhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpighBYO1I/AAAAAAAAINE/Y77Z49m8tzU/s1600/P%C3%A1scoa+2007+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDpighBYO1I/AAAAAAAAINE/Y77Z49m8tzU/s320/P%C3%A1scoa+2007+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Faxinando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Todas essas idéias e muitas outras - necessárias - , podem envolver crianças de todas as idades e ser um ótimo projeto de férias, feito diariamente, um pouquinho de cada vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;No entanto, o cuidado está no "como". A maneira como introduzimos essas atividades, tornando-as interessantes faz toda a diferença. A criança precisa sentir que ela é necessária no processo e nós temos de usar de ludicidade em nossas ações e propostas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Dependendo da idade da criança, é apenas uma brincadeira, mas a criança não percebe isso e a sensação de participar da vida familiar de forma real é o que importa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/363313253087083034-3333813730216770156?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/3333813730216770156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/07/criancas-necessarias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3333813730216770156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3333813730216770156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/07/criancas-necessarias.html' title='Crianças necessárias'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TDppG38b-JI/AAAAAAAAINc/Wf584fcGORs/s72-c/Uli++lavando+lou%C3%A7a+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6085499607638918992</id><published>2010-06-12T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:18:09.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>São João na Copa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TBOW0CLlhvI/AAAAAAAAGQU/6tm7gqOzCFA/s1600/sjo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TBOW0CLlhvI/AAAAAAAAGQU/6tm7gqOzCFA/s320/sjo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Copa Mundial de Futebol está aí e não temos como evitar que os pequenos sejam invadidos pela mídia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, é importante que não se deixe de criar pontes entre o que se passa na mídia e o que se passa no "céu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos fazer com as crianças as mesmas bandeirinha que fazemos todos os anos para o São João, apenas acentuando um pouco o tom verde e amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TBOW49GFmaI/AAAAAAAAGQc/lQ-g1pg2vgI/s1600/bandeirinha-do-brasil-junina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TBOW49GFmaI/AAAAAAAAGQc/lQ-g1pg2vgI/s320/bandeirinha-do-brasil-junina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, mesmo sem comentar nada diretamente, estaremos promovendo uma sensação de unidade entre as vivências e ajudando a fortalecer na criança seu sentimento de integridade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-6085499607638918992?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6085499607638918992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/06/sao-joao-na-copa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6085499607638918992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6085499607638918992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/06/sao-joao-na-copa.html' title='São João na Copa'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/TBOW0CLlhvI/AAAAAAAAGQU/6tm7gqOzCFA/s72-c/sjo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-5999677257199553221</id><published>2010-04-14T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:30:29.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentecostes não é só cristã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S8ZP0FYaAlI/AAAAAAAAGHU/iWqvKR0l33k/s1600/DSC09016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S8ZP0FYaAlI/AAAAAAAAGHU/iWqvKR0l33k/s320/DSC09016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S8ZJ0zXevAI/AAAAAAAAGHM/Gmt8NtLKfG8/s1600/DSC09015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S8ZJ0zXevAI/AAAAAAAAGHM/Gmt8NtLKfG8/s320/DSC09015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá queridos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem-me, pulei a Páscoa. O excesso de atividades e as viagens semanais até Juiz de Fora, cerca de cinco horas de onde moro, para participar de disciplinas isoladas na preparação para o doutorado me têm deixado um pouco fora da web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou postar algumas fotos do início de uma atividade que começamos a fazer&amp;nbsp;espontaneamente aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na época de Pentecostes, uma tradição cristã, enfocamos de forma laica, como sempre, baseados em valores que podem se tornar universais como a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, para nós, essa época é a Época da Paz. A paz entre as pessoas da família, da sociedade e entre nas nações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente, enfeitamos a casa com pombinhas brancas e colocamos bandeirinhas com Paz escrito em diversos idiomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, esse ano fizemos as correntes de papel com as pessoas de mão dadas e nelas escrevemos os nomes das pessoas da família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tirei umas fotinhos dos primeiros passos, mas depois, se conseguir aquele tempinho precioso, vou melhorar a produção e publico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é importante que se diga é que não é preciso ser cristão ou religioso para aproveitar essa época do ano para introduzir o sentimento de paz entre os povos e as pessoas no âmbito da educação das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom e até o próximo post, que esse ano não serão semanais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-5999677257199553221?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5999677257199553221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/04/pentecostes-nao-e-so-crista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5999677257199553221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5999677257199553221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/04/pentecostes-nao-e-so-crista.html' title='Pentecostes não é só cristã'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S8ZP0FYaAlI/AAAAAAAAGHU/iWqvKR0l33k/s72-c/DSC09016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1262780309149101738</id><published>2010-03-12T00:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:05:38.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Época das águas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S5mt2gJaL_I/AAAAAAAAFj0/nyp0hMEZF0U/s1600-h/ilustra%C3%A7%C3%B5es+site+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S5mt2gJaL_I/AAAAAAAAFj0/nyp0hMEZF0U/s320/ilustra%C3%A7%C3%B5es+site+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estava ausente da net na época das águas, mas vale a pena comentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época, normalmente, enfeito a casa com conchas, aquários e jarros de vidro com água e&amp;nbsp;anilina&amp;nbsp;azul e verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na reunião que fazemos todo domingo, similar ao Evangelho no Lar adotado pelos Kardecistas, mas mais voltado à música e ao anjo da semana, contamos a lenda da&amp;nbsp;Gêneses&amp;nbsp;como na bíblia ocidental, dando ênfase à água e a vegetação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas histórias de barcos, a lenda da Iara, mãe d'água, a imagem de Iemanjá (na foto no móbile da época), também podem estar presentes nesses longos dias chuvosos que vão do Dia de Reis à Quarta-feira de Cinzas, quando começa a época da Quaresma e do trigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assunto para a próxima semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1262780309149101738?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1262780309149101738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/03/epoca-das-aguas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1262780309149101738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1262780309149101738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2010/03/epoca-das-aguas.html' title='Época das águas'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/S5mt2gJaL_I/AAAAAAAAFj0/nyp0hMEZF0U/s72-c/ilustra%C3%A7%C3%B5es+site+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7339324927309935075</id><published>2009-12-21T16:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:10:00.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarto domingo do Advento</title><content type='html'>Reino Hominal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sy-5EAjZS5I/AAAAAAAABAc/_lSteUGZNdo/s1600-h/DSC07878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sy-5EAjZS5I/AAAAAAAABAc/_lSteUGZNdo/s320/DSC07878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último domingo antes do Natal, o menino-luz está pairando sobre o presépio no bico da cegonha, os seres humanos estão presentes, esperando a chegada da criança sagrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sy-4mxaIj0I/AAAAAAAABAU/aFqSImFyld0/s1600-h/DSC07875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sy-4mxaIj0I/AAAAAAAABAU/aFqSImFyld0/s320/DSC07875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Última parte da peça que escrevi, baseada no poema "Viagem de Maria às estrelas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria encontra o carpinteiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Narrador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria ouve os corações humanos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;chamando Jesus para a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela traz maçãs, cristais e velas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;para festejar o advento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando recebe a visita do carpinteiro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;e da tecelã, que esperando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;a chegada do Menino-Sol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;e fizeram presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carpinteiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria, bendita sejas tu entre as mulheres, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pois trazes no ventre o Filho de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqui está o berço que eu mesmo fiz para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;embalar o Menino que trará a Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tecelã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da lã teci o manto para agasalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;teu filho, oh, Maria, mas o Sol e as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrelas o vestirão de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agradeçamos a Deus pois tudo está &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;preparado para a vinda de Seu Filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sobre sóis e estrelas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria caminha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(no círculo, 8 passos cruzados para a direita, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;mãos em estrela abre e fecha alternando com pés)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colhe fios de ouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;para uma roupinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Mãos descem vibrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;contornando o corpo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, quem vestirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;tanta luz e brilho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(giro em torno de si mesmo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;braços abertos na altura do coração)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria bem sabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;que será seu Filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Gesto de embalar criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;balanço com o corpo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As estrelas todas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;olham quando passa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(idem 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pois seu passo leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;como que esvoaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(cruzar o pé esquerdo na frente do direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pondo o peso no esquerdo e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;dobrando o joelho, inverter, duas vezes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo que ela colhe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo que ela tem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(giro, idem 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;orvalha na noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;do Natal que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(desde mão, como em 4, termina com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;os braços abertos em A para &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;frente na altura do coração)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anjo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ave Maria, cheia de graça. Bendita és tú entre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;as mulheres, pois será a mãe do menino - sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós somos os anões, guardiões do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reino Mineral, trazemos os cristais, as pedras e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;os metais preciosos para formar a base do presépio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Macieiras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós somos as árvores, as mais belas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;representantes do Reino Vegetal, trazemos flores, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;frutos e o nosso frescor para embelezar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;o presépio do Menino-Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abelhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós Abelhas viemos do Reino Animal, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;trazemos a lus das velas para iluminar o presépio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;na noite de Natal. É o nosso presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ao Menino que iluminará o mundo com sua Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carpinteiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria, bendita sejas tu entre as mulheres, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;pois trazes no ventre o Filho de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqui está o berço que eu mesmo fiz para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;embalar o Menino que trará a Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tecelã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da lã teci o manto para agasalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;teu filho, oh, Maria, mas o Sol e as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrelas o vestirão de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seja feita a Vossa Vontade, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;assim na terra como no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino mineral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino vegetal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Homens, agradeçamos a Deus pois tudo está &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;preparado para a vinda de Seu Filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/363313253087083034-7339324927309935075?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7339324927309935075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/quarto-domingo-do-advento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7339324927309935075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7339324927309935075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/quarto-domingo-do-advento.html' title='Quarto domingo do Advento'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sy-5EAjZS5I/AAAAAAAABAc/_lSteUGZNdo/s72-c/DSC07878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2810621489399265947</id><published>2009-12-13T14:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:52:58.028-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reino Animal</title><content type='html'>Nesse terceiro domingo do Advento, chegam os animais e os anjos, elementos relativos ao astral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SyUaX-aYz4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/90f2akTuM9g/s1600-h/DSC07762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SyUaX-aYz4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/90f2akTuM9g/s320/DSC07762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No Presépio é o momento de maior alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos animais tradicionais da cena natalina, podemos somar os bichos que as crianças mais gostam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa dica é modelá-los em argila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, a seqüência da peça que escrevi, baseada no poema "Viagem de Maria às estrelas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cena III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria encontra as abelhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Narrador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria visita as abelhas que sonham &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;com o Filho de Deus e gostariam de servi-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;com sua cera, para a luz; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;mel, para o alimento e própolis, para a cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abelhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós Abelhas viemos do Reino Animal, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;trazemos a luz das velas para iluminar o presépio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;na noite de Natal. É o nosso presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ao Menino que iluminará o mundo com sua Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acompanhe a construção do nosso presépio no&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Album?uid=3413856657591611782&amp;amp;aid=1260697886"&gt; Orkut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/363313253087083034-2810621489399265947?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2810621489399265947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reino-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2810621489399265947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2810621489399265947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reino-animal.html' title='Reino Animal'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SyUaX-aYz4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/90f2akTuM9g/s72-c/DSC07762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-794143320142943249</id><published>2009-12-08T11:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:21:13.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reino Vegetal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuando com nossa peça de Advento, é o momento relativo à segunda semana de Advento, onde aparecem os vegetais. Na foto, a segunda fase da montagem do presépio. Vemos os planetas, as pedras e os vegetais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sx5TtM2IEbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/W4spu-kUuwo/s1600/DSC07668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sx5TtM2IEbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/W4spu-kUuwo/s320/DSC07668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria encontra com as macieiras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Narrador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria visitou no jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;a macieira antiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;que milhares de anos esperou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;para lhe dar seus frutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Macieiras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós somos as árvores, as mais belas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;representantes do Reino Vegetal, trazemos flores, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;frutos e o nosso frescor para embelezar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;o presépio do Menino-Luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino vegetal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/363313253087083034-794143320142943249?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/794143320142943249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reino-vegetal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/794143320142943249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/794143320142943249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reino-vegetal.html' title='Reino Vegetal'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sx5TtM2IEbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/W4spu-kUuwo/s72-c/DSC07668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2443429992711460477</id><published>2009-11-30T20:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:19:23.149-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou  o Advento</title><content type='html'>Nesse advento, vou publicar uma peça que escrevi em 2000, baseada no poema: Viagem de Maria às estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem também a trilha sonora, quem se interessar é só pedir que envio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIAGEM DE MARIA ÀS ESTRELAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O anjo Gabriel fala com Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anjo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ave Maria, cheia de graça. Bendita és tú entre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;as mulheres, pois será a mãe do menino - sol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seja feita a Vossa Vontade, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;assim na terra como no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Narrador: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E Maria saiu visitando os diversos reinos da natureza, mineral, vegetal, animal&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e humano para buscar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;as melhores coisas para alimentar, vestir e abrigar seu filho divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxREyaRM5LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/taiQKAb9l40/s1600/brincadeira5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxREyaRM5LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/taiQKAb9l40/s320/brincadeira5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria encontra com os anões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Narrador: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria transpõe montanhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;levando o Filho de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os anões lhe mostram frestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;onde estão ocultos os cristais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anões:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós somos os anões, guardiões do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reino Mineral, trazemos os cristais, as pedras e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;os metais preciosos para formar a base do presépio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu agradeço ao reino mineral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/363313253087083034-2443429992711460477?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2443429992711460477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/chegou-o-advento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2443429992711460477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2443429992711460477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/chegou-o-advento.html' title='Chegou  o Advento'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxREyaRM5LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/taiQKAb9l40/s72-c/brincadeira5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2743266178709075019</id><published>2009-11-24T12:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:00:53.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ação de Graças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxAhFBC8MEI/AAAAAAAAA80/9GOc-VR1piE/s1600/DSC07444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxAhFBC8MEI/AAAAAAAAA80/9GOc-VR1piE/s320/DSC07444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui em casa, montamos a árvore de Natal e começamos o ritmo do Advento no dia de Ação de Graças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos um jantar festivo e começamos a abrir as caixas com os enfeites guardados desde o Dia de Reis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de um movimento de gratidão, começamos a esperar o que há de vir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2743266178709075019?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2743266178709075019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/acao-de-gracas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2743266178709075019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2743266178709075019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/acao-de-gracas.html' title='Ação de Graças'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SxAhFBC8MEI/AAAAAAAAA80/9GOc-VR1piE/s72-c/DSC07444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1551734892744207085</id><published>2009-11-14T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:21:24.736-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonecos para Teatro</title><content type='html'>Um álbum com bonecos para teatro está publicado em nossa &lt;a href="http://www.ninaveiga.elo7.com.br/"&gt;loja virtual&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá você encontra os bonecos especiais para teatro de mesa, os fantoches (feitos sob encomenda), marionetes de dedo e de luva e peças de decoração especiais para contar histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sv6ue0_0cuI/AAAAAAAAA68/XREeGwiLVCA/s1600-h/TMrei+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sv6ue0_0cuI/AAAAAAAAA68/XREeGwiLVCA/s320/TMrei+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vale a pena conferir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1551734892744207085?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1551734892744207085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonecos-para-teatro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1551734892744207085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1551734892744207085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonecos-para-teatro.html' title='Bonecos para Teatro'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Sv6ue0_0cuI/AAAAAAAAA68/XREeGwiLVCA/s72-c/TMrei+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1616217879229327202</id><published>2009-11-07T14:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:59:21.657-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparativos para o advento</title><content type='html'>Essa época do ano, entre Micael e o Advento, é um bom momento para relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SvWnEzsP0sI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7tL9Ld3btNc/s1600-h/Novembro2+(30).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SvWnEzsP0sI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7tL9Ld3btNc/s320/Novembro2+(30).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A época de Micael traz transformações, batalhas, conquistas e, muitas vezes, lutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, após o Dia de Finados, podemos entrar em um compasso de espera até o Dia de Ação de Graças, ocasião em que começamos a preparar a casa para o advento e montamos a árvore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas não aguentam essa espera e começam a enfeitar a casa para o Natal já no início de novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena, pois, passar um tempo aprendendo a relaxar e esperar é bom para a casa e para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma, o advento chega mais forte e intenso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1616217879229327202?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1616217879229327202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/preparativos-para-o-advento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1616217879229327202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1616217879229327202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/11/preparativos-para-o-advento.html' title='Preparativos para o advento'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SvWnEzsP0sI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7tL9Ld3btNc/s72-c/Novembro2+(30).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-494034573171272472</id><published>2009-10-23T00:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:57:41.204-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moedas-estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SuEapnDmsDI/AAAAAAAAA28/0pNorqCn_5c/s1600-h/Teatro_de_mesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SuEapnDmsDI/AAAAAAAAA28/0pNorqCn_5c/s320/Teatro_de_mesa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje apresentamos para uma turma do Jardim de Infância de meu filho o teatro de mesa: Moedas-estrelas, dos irmãos Grimm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bem simples e caseiro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto uma narrava as outras três manipulavam os personagens na janela entre a cozinha e a sala de ajantar que serve de palco-mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os personagens e a íntegra do conto está em nossa página.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só clicar &lt;a href="http://www.ninaveiga.com.br/site/teatro.htm"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-494034573171272472?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/494034573171272472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/moedas-estrelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/494034573171272472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/494034573171272472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/moedas-estrelas.html' title='Moedas-estrelas'/><author><name>Nina Veiga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/Stc0ugr7HlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wjaiDnKu3Tc/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+nina+(12).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntkNYN7sBUE/SuEapnDmsDI/AAAAAAAAA28/0pNorqCn_5c/s72-c/Teatro_de_mesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1752706434946909592</id><published>2009-10-15T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:12:05.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparando marionetes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/StaihMsDF2I/AAAAAAAAASU/fwUioHdpSZU/s1600-h/An%C3%A3o+com+guizo+-+marionete+de+meia+004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676295048107874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/StaihMsDF2I/AAAAAAAAASU/fwUioHdpSZU/s320/An%C3%A3o+com+guizo+-+marionete+de+meia+004.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os marionetes de luva, mesmo os mais simplificados, são ótimos instrumentos para a educação das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas tarefas como vestir, tomar remédio, comer ou arrumar os brinquedos, podem ser favorecidas pela atuação alegre do marionete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use sua imaginação e construa alguns personagem que facilitem a comunicação de forma lúdica e gostosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1752706434946909592?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1752706434946909592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/preparando-marionetes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1752706434946909592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1752706434946909592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/preparando-marionetes.html' title='Preparando marionetes'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/StaihMsDF2I/AAAAAAAAASU/fwUioHdpSZU/s72-c/An%C3%A3o+com+guizo+-+marionete+de+meia+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-5364729168014164930</id><published>2009-10-09T23:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:11:24.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das Crianças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Ss_5-tAtF3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xLGUY8iqlTg/s1600-h/kit-nilsholgersson-groot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390802134615529330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Ss_5-tAtF3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xLGUY8iqlTg/s320/kit-nilsholgersson-groot.jpg" style="display: block; height: 177px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia das Crianças pode ser um excelente momento para ampliar os horizontes e aliviar a forte pressão da mídia para o consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde cedo, no dia 12, podemos organizar sessões de arte, teatro, dança, gincanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atividades em casa mesmo, reunindo primos, irmãos ou, se não for possível, pai e/ou mãe e filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante é a criança perceber a qualidade da atenção do adulto para com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, as atividades realizadas com os pais são muito mais importantes para a criança do que o objeto/presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um bom dia das crianças.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-5364729168014164930?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5364729168014164930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-das-criancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5364729168014164930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5364729168014164930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-das-criancas.html' title='Dia das Crianças'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Ss_5-tAtF3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xLGUY8iqlTg/s72-c/kit-nilsholgersson-groot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-8689419480506537868</id><published>2009-09-28T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:41:27.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pequena Laura e o Dragão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SsDK4wsWLiI/AAAAAAAAARs/GODV39mVIvk/s1600-h/DSC05383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SsDK4wsWLiI/AAAAAAAAARs/GODV39mVIvk/s320/DSC05383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386528230827503138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns anos, escrevi um pequeno conto, baseado na lenda de Perséfone e na de São Micael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Persófone, tornou-se a pequena Laura, princesa de um castelo de cristal, que foi raptada para uma caverna escura por um terrível dragão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O valente cavaleiro Micael, guiado por um anjo, conseguiu libertar a princesa e a devolveu ao seu pai, que deu sua mão em casamento ao corajoso rapaz e mandou levantar paredes de ouro no castelo onde antes era cristal, fortalecendo seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota-se que é um interdiscurso entre vários arquétipos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permite a encenação de uma peça ou apenas sua narração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dura em média de 4 a 8  minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser a peça é só entrar em contato pelo faleconosco@ninaveiga.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dragão da foto é feito por nossa parceira Flavia Beatris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-8689419480506537868?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8689419480506537868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/09/pequena-laura-e-o-dragao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8689419480506537868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8689419480506537868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/09/pequena-laura-e-o-dragao.html' title='A pequena Laura e o Dragão'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SsDK4wsWLiI/AAAAAAAAARs/GODV39mVIvk/s72-c/DSC05383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2761557540104374839</id><published>2009-09-08T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:55:06.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera no Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaYg9trDrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Hg_XcrLHLYE/s1600-h/DSC_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaYg9trDrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Hg_XcrLHLYE/s320/DSC_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154497030000306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaYgq2GlbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dQyVGbznqvY/s1600-h/DSC_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaYgq2GlbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dQyVGbznqvY/s320/DSC_0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154491965085106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaZD_bZ1sI/AAAAAAAAARE/WhakRII5V6g/s1600-h/DSC_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaZD_bZ1sI/AAAAAAAAARE/WhakRII5V6g/s320/DSC_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379155098785666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa maneira de valorizar a chegada da primavera é sair pela rua ou mesmo no jardim da casa ou do apartamento com uma câmera na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos adoram fotografar e com o advento da máquina digital isso se torna uma atividade interessante e de baixo custo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, a fotografia pode ampliar o interesse e a capacidade de "ver" a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acima, algumas das fotos que tiramos nesse final de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2761557540104374839?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2761557540104374839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera-no-jardim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2761557540104374839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2761557540104374839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera-no-jardim.html' title='Primavera no Jardim'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SqaYg9trDrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Hg_XcrLHLYE/s72-c/DSC_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-8310157137014446554</id><published>2009-08-31T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:17:15.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando setembro chegar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SpvbYOUElCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TT0KLl8DPq0/s1600-h/insetos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SpvbYOUElCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TT0KLl8DPq0/s320/insetos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131789402444834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro chegou, o inverno continua, mas culturalmente começamos a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz começa a mudar, os dias a encompridar, já sentimos vontade de nos vestir com cores alegres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, mesmo que o calendário indique que o inverno ainda durará vinte dias, a primareva em espírito começa com setembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, podemos começar a enfeitar a casa com elementos primaveris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores, cores, insetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho os insetos muito importantes, pois a maioria dos adultos e crianças se encontram muito distantes deles, reagindo com medo ou nojo a sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É importante para que ensinemos a nós e às crianças a aceitar a natureza que os insetos sejam incorporados à celebração da primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-8310157137014446554?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8310157137014446554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-setembro-chegar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8310157137014446554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8310157137014446554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-setembro-chegar.html' title='Quando setembro chegar...'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SpvbYOUElCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TT0KLl8DPq0/s72-c/insetos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7891464363673174060</id><published>2009-08-14T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:50:59.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Época dos Ventos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SoXNldEq8PI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8POHLafk3x4/s1600-h/barangand%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SoXNldEq8PI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8POHLafk3x4/s320/barangand%C3%A3o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369924174052258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou agosto e com ele a época dos ventos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar que o frio não é tão intenso e deixar as janelas abertas para que o amigo vento leve embora tudo o que não serve mais e renovar a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as crianças: pipas coloridas, barangandão (na ilustração, só cliclar para ampliar), sino dos ventos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-7891464363673174060?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7891464363673174060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/08/epoca-dos-ventos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7891464363673174060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7891464363673174060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/08/epoca-dos-ventos.html' title='Época dos Ventos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SoXNldEq8PI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8POHLafk3x4/s72-c/barangand%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-557726347018939752</id><published>2009-07-06T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:45:30.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os anões estão de baixo da terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SlJUHSStBqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bGXCX_oZILU/s1600-h/poster-sneeuwwitje-klein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SlJUHSStBqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bGXCX_oZILU/s320/poster-sneeuwwitje-klein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435391043045026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do São João, inverno, época em que as ações ficam recolhidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias escolares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O clima frio, a noite que vem mais cedo, favorecem uma atitude de recolhimento, de interiorização, de uma busca para dentro de nós mesmos, talvez de nossa própria luz interna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias queremos voltar logo para casa, mal finda nossa jornada de trabalho, para nos aquietarmos e ficarmos juntos dos nossos (Ruella).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma boa hora para contarmos o mito de Perséfone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os pequenos, uma adaptação feita por nós mesmos do mito, ou uma história de anões, cavernas e rochas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-557726347018939752?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/557726347018939752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-anoes-estao-de-baixo-da-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/557726347018939752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/557726347018939752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-anoes-estao-de-baixo-da-terra.html' title='Os anões estão de baixo da terra'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SlJUHSStBqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bGXCX_oZILU/s72-c/poster-sneeuwwitje-klein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-9073509995043081599</id><published>2009-06-23T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:08:33.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É São João</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SkBVPO5r4dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/e-Z4CIau9xk/s1600-h/julho+2006+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SkBVPO5r4dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/e-Z4CIau9xk/s320/julho+2006+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350370077502595538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite de São João faça um pequeno ritual: acenda uma fogueira, mesmo que seja só em uma tijela, escreva no papel tudo o que deseja que vá embora como "homem velho" e abra os braços para o "homem novo" que há de surgir em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz São João&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-9073509995043081599?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/9073509995043081599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sao-joao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/9073509995043081599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/9073509995043081599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sao-joao.html' title='É São João'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SkBVPO5r4dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/e-Z4CIau9xk/s72-c/julho+2006+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-799775412680144157</id><published>2009-06-10T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:18:37.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>São João</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Si80Fz0bxsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gsQN1Ch7VbE/s1600-h/762_16_SaoJoao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Si80Fz0bxsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gsQN1Ch7VbE/s320/762_16_SaoJoao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345548557126190786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São João, da-ra-rão&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma gaita, ra-rai-ta&lt;br /&gt;Quando toca, ra-ro-ca&lt;br /&gt;Bate nela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anja-ra-ran-jos&lt;br /&gt;Tocam gaita, ra-rai-ta&lt;br /&gt;Tocam gaita, ra-rai-ta&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou uma das épocas mais festivas e alegres do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa repleta de bandeirinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sopa de fubá no jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conto "A menina da Lanterna" sendo repetido antes de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em casa, reescrevi o conto da Menina da Lanterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha menina é menino e o mote da saída dele com a lanterna é a necessidade de levar o recado aos os homens que estão em cima da montanha com a fogueira armada, esperando o nascimento de João para acendê-la e avisar Maria, a prima de Isabel e mãe de Jesus, que mora no vale, sobre seu nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, o menino está do lado de fora da casa de Zacarias, esperando o primeiro choro de João, assim que o escuta, uma das mulheres lhe dá uma lanterna para que ilumine o caminho e leve o fogo aos homens. No trajeto, ele encontra vários animais e pessoas e as avisa do nascimento de João.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no vale, Maria olha a montanha na noite estrelada, a espera do sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o menino chega levando o fogo aos homens a fogueira é acesa e a Mãe de Jesus sabe que o anunciador está entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta da versão, fala mais ao meu coração do que a história original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-799775412680144157?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/799775412680144157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sao-joao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/799775412680144157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/799775412680144157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sao-joao.html' title='São João'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/Si80Fz0bxsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gsQN1Ch7VbE/s72-c/762_16_SaoJoao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2692184259466097077</id><published>2009-04-25T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:09:53.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Época da Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SfOk3XoaSNI/AAAAAAAAANU/LB8PF13Fpic/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SfOk3XoaSNI/AAAAAAAAANU/LB8PF13Fpic/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328784055252699346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SfOjyi6KStI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKnmleIIrCg/s1600-h/CABQ8RBD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SfOjyi6KStI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKnmleIIrCg/s320/CABQ8RBD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328782872868965074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essa é uma época muito importante para fortalecer nossa consciência planetária.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pentecostes pode representar a paz entre os povos e nossa capacidade de abarcar com a força do pensar tudo o que há.&lt;/span&gt; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trabalhos em grupo, eventos cooperativos, serviços sociais são favorecidas pelo espírito dessa época, por isso, quando envolvidos nesses trabalhos, podemos aproveitar esses dias para tentar descobrir qualidades que ainda não foram desenvolvidas ou elementos que podem ser aprimorados.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Steiner tem um belo poema para a época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só onde se finda&lt;br /&gt;O saber dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Se abre o portal&lt;br /&gt;Das realidades da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Para o ser da alma.&lt;br /&gt;A chave é forjada pela alma&lt;br /&gt;Que se vigoriza em si mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Na luta que poderes cósmicos&lt;br /&gt;Travam no seu próprio reino,&lt;br /&gt;Usando as forças humanas;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a alma se afasta,&lt;br /&gt;Por si mesma, o sono&lt;br /&gt;Que envolve as forças do saber&lt;br /&gt;Com noite espiritual,&lt;br /&gt;Nos confins dos sentidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jogos e brincadeiras com vivências comunitárias são ideais para fazer com as crianças nessa época. Uma sugestão da Profa. Sônia Ruella, a Escola Waldorf Alecrim Dourado é formar um trem com as crianças e enquanto o trem vai caminhando pela sala ou pelo pátio vão entrando amiguinhos de vários lugares do mundo. Escolhe-se um frase pequena de saudação e de despedida e falada no idioma de cada novo passageiro, cumprimentando-o quando entrar e sair do trem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também são recomendadas estórias rítmicas, versos e brincadeiras que falem de diferentes profissões: padeiro, marceneiro, sapateiro, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A refeição pode se tornar o momento "Pentecostes" da família. Fazer todas as refeições em clima de festa e congraçamento com velas e flores e uma bela oração ou poema de graças pode se tornar uma lembrança especial para toda a vida e um fator unificador e fortificador do emocional de todos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2692184259466097077?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2692184259466097077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/epoca-da-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2692184259466097077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2692184259466097077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/epoca-da-paz.html' title='Época da Paz'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SfOk3XoaSNI/AAAAAAAAANU/LB8PF13Fpic/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2981033699928073979</id><published>2009-04-13T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:51:31.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vivência do Domingo de Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Queridos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi publicar nossa vivência do Domingo de Páscoa como um exemplo de ritmo de Páscoa que pode ser realizado em família, permitindo que o sincretismo da data se expresse de forma significativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem e multipliquem algumas dessas ações no seu dia-dia, colaborando, assim, para a formação ético-moral das crianças, a união da família e o reposicionamento de nosso padrão de consumo, questão de especial importância para um mundo sustentável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2981033699928073979?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2981033699928073979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/vivencia-do-domingo-de-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2981033699928073979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2981033699928073979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/vivencia-do-domingo-de-pascoa.html' title='A vivência do Domingo de Páscoa'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-4617543295337540415</id><published>2009-04-13T23:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:34:28.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A metamorfose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1l4slTzI/AAAAAAAAANE/RmFGjWh3S_g/s1600-h/DSC01210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1l4slTzI/AAAAAAAAANE/RmFGjWh3S_g/s320/DSC01210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369215705403186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1lpprWuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l_fcXlR0g34/s1600-h/DSC01211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1lpprWuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l_fcXlR0g34/s320/DSC01211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369211666684642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1ltbAgWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xE_ZacyIOyY/s1600-h/DSC01216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1ltbAgWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xE_ZacyIOyY/s320/DSC01216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369212678898018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1lU7eD9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9hCLqdKjfQo/s1600-h/DSC01215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1lU7eD9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9hCLqdKjfQo/s320/DSC01215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369206104166354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1leJC0uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HObCsFcMP3E/s1600-h/DSC01213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1leJC0uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HObCsFcMP3E/s320/DSC01213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369208577020642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na manhã do Domingo de Páscoa, o milagre acontece: as lagartas na Árvore da Páscoa metamorfoseiam-se em alegres borboletas e, nos ninhos, os ovos coloridos aparecem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-4617543295337540415?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4617543295337540415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/metamorfose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4617543295337540415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4617543295337540415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/metamorfose.html' title='A metamorfose'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP1l4slTzI/AAAAAAAAANE/RmFGjWh3S_g/s72-c/DSC01210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-241212663573209731</id><published>2009-04-13T23:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:28:56.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As pegadas do coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0THPA_MI/AAAAAAAAAMc/p7KGQWg6DHo/s1600-h/DSC01207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0THPA_MI/AAAAAAAAAMc/p7KGQWg6DHo/s320/DSC01207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367793678777538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0TAXEO3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/v4q0VyQZWk0/s1600-h/DSC01209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0TAXEO3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/v4q0VyQZWk0/s320/DSC01209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367791833496434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0S7MOt3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/30M-fStIWtU/s1600-h/DSC01208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0S7MOt3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/30M-fStIWtU/s320/DSC01208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324367790445868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durante a noite, o coelho entrou em casa, foi até a árvore da Páscoa, onde estavam depositados os ninhos, com as roupas de cada um. Depois, escondeu os ninhos, mas deixou as pegadas por onde andou, facilitando a procura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-241212663573209731?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/241212663573209731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-pegadas-do-coelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/241212663573209731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/241212663573209731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-pegadas-do-coelho.html' title='As pegadas do coelho'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeP0THPA_MI/AAAAAAAAAMc/p7KGQWg6DHo/s72-c/DSC01207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6919096639898387735</id><published>2009-04-13T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:24:55.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Evangelho de Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjbiRF6I/AAAAAAAAAME/kYFHiRuJYm4/s1600-h/DSC01202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjbiRF6I/AAAAAAAAAME/kYFHiRuJYm4/s320/DSC01202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366974494513058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjHCkodI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WFKZcpkJmGw/s1600-h/DSC01201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjHCkodI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WFKZcpkJmGw/s320/DSC01201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366968992866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjHgfpHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yhyg8LW-fmk/s1600-h/DSC01200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjHgfpHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yhyg8LW-fmk/s320/DSC01200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366969118368882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePziwAuxqI/AAAAAAAAALs/sF3ykOKwjEk/s1600-h/DSC01197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePziwAuxqI/AAAAAAAAALs/sF3ykOKwjEk/s320/DSC01197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366962811127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Música, teatro e o Anjo do Entusiasmo: "Meu ser está radiante de entusiasmo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-6919096639898387735?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6919096639898387735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/evangelho-de-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6919096639898387735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6919096639898387735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/evangelho-de-pascoa.html' title='Evangelho de Páscoa'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePzjbiRF6I/AAAAAAAAAME/kYFHiRuJYm4/s72-c/DSC01202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-8268571085204986237</id><published>2009-04-13T23:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:13:34.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate e fruta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePw_dEpVsI/AAAAAAAAALc/OH3grsTZvKs/s1600-h/DSC01204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePw_dEpVsI/AAAAAAAAALc/OH3grsTZvKs/s320/DSC01204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324364157408597698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePw_UwJnAI/AAAAAAAAALk/17P8S8JGruk/s1600-h/DSC01205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePw_UwJnAI/AAAAAAAAALk/17P8S8JGruk/s320/DSC01205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324364155175148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nos ninhos, o coelho antenado deixa uma fruta junto com os ovos de chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-8268571085204986237?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8268571085204986237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-e-fruta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8268571085204986237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/8268571085204986237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-e-fruta.html' title='Chocolate e fruta'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePw_dEpVsI/AAAAAAAAALc/OH3grsTZvKs/s72-c/DSC01204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-331892523507870292</id><published>2009-04-13T23:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:14:59.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninhos alternativos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePvUPyPYHI/AAAAAAAAALU/0cdap_F_aAc/s1600-h/DSC01206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePvUPyPYHI/AAAAAAAAALU/0cdap_F_aAc/s320/DSC01206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324362315595735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninho recoberto com peça de roupa pessoal e conteúdo alternativo: bola de basquete, fruta, barrinha de cereal e dinheiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-331892523507870292?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/331892523507870292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ninho-e-ovos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/331892523507870292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/331892523507870292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ninho-e-ovos.html' title='Ninhos alternativos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePvUPyPYHI/AAAAAAAAALU/0cdap_F_aAc/s72-c/DSC01206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7043125902083026954</id><published>2009-04-13T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:14:22.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pão de Páscoa bizantino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjedBktI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R3tQwNCiyXA/s1600-h/DSC01227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjedBktI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R3tQwNCiyXA/s320/DSC01227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360378208064210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjK7mSqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tiiizUfpLpg/s1600-h/DSC01229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjK7mSqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tiiizUfpLpg/s320/DSC01229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360372967590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjBWd4eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z7UxY73OpXA/s1600-h/DSC01248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjBWd4eI/AAAAAAAAAKs/z7UxY73OpXA/s320/DSC01248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360370395931106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjct5jkI/AAAAAAAAALE/i382RkqgBW4/s1600-h/DSC01253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjct5jkI/AAAAAAAAALE/i382RkqgBW4/s320/DSC01253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360377741971010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjlPEDwI/AAAAAAAAALM/f6XY859Ev-4/s1600-h/DSC01241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjlPEDwI/AAAAAAAAALM/f6XY859Ev-4/s320/DSC01241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360380028555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O pão enfeitado da Páscoa é feito com desenhos ornamentais em volta de um ovo, símbolo da vida. Como nos tempos bizantinos, come-se o pão durante o domingo de Páscoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-7043125902083026954?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7043125902083026954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pao-de-pascoa-bizantino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7043125902083026954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7043125902083026954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pao-de-pascoa-bizantino.html' title='O Pão de Páscoa bizantino'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePtjedBktI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R3tQwNCiyXA/s72-c/DSC01227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-4779656489290364443</id><published>2009-04-13T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:15:41.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os ovos decorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsBxxf4II/AAAAAAAAAKU/9a8feWpxWJk/s1600-h/DSC01222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsBxxf4II/AAAAAAAAAKU/9a8feWpxWJk/s320/DSC01222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358699767029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsBmFTnYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YazNPZZAviI/s1600-h/DSC01218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsBmFTnYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YazNPZZAviI/s320/DSC01218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358696628886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsB1Mg8oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zfwv5MjK-b0/s1600-h/DSC01230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsB1Mg8oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zfwv5MjK-b0/s320/DSC01230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358700685652610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsCIoRaoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2fFii4hFudc/s1600-h/DSC01231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsCIoRaoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2fFii4hFudc/s320/DSC01231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358705902348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A técnica milenar da encáustica na decoração dos ovos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-4779656489290364443?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4779656489290364443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-ovos-decorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4779656489290364443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4779656489290364443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-ovos-decorados.html' title='Os ovos decorados'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePsBxxf4II/AAAAAAAAAKU/9a8feWpxWJk/s72-c/DSC01222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-316793895903712944</id><published>2009-04-13T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:48:05.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leituras e culinária</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePpu6YRm0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9X1h6pzHf-8/s1600-h/DSC01243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePpu6YRm0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9X1h6pzHf-8/s320/DSC01243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356176636386114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePpPQpB9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m0pCpnqrVfs/s1600-h/DSC01246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePpPQpB9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m0pCpnqrVfs/s320/DSC01246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355632856430354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leituras, música e net na cozinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-316793895903712944?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/316793895903712944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/leituras-e-culinaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/316793895903712944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/316793895903712944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/leituras-e-culinaria.html' title='Leituras e culinária'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePpu6YRm0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9X1h6pzHf-8/s72-c/DSC01243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2384488141610871176</id><published>2009-04-13T22:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:19:08.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolo de Gengibre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePoMHDVvrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Bdxxwro23wY/s1600-h/DSC01234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePoMHDVvrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Bdxxwro23wY/s320/DSC01234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354479231188658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePoL60EfzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KcVbzxZorDk/s1600-h/DSC01251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePoL60EfzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KcVbzxZorDk/s320/DSC01251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354475945918258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p&gt;  1/2 xícara(s) (chá) de manteiga&lt;br /&gt;1 xícara(s) (chá) de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 xícara(s) (chá) de melaço&lt;br /&gt;1 xícara(s) (chá) de água quente&lt;br /&gt;2 xícara(s) (chá) de farinha de trigo&lt;br /&gt;2 unidade(s) de ovo&lt;br /&gt;1 colher(es) (café) de sal&lt;br /&gt;1 colher(es) (chá) de gengibre ralado(s)&lt;br /&gt;1 colher(es) (chá) de canela-da-china em pó&lt;br /&gt;1 colher(es) (chá) de cravo-da-índia em pó&lt;br /&gt;1 colher(es) (chá) de bicarbonato de sódio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2384488141610871176?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2384488141610871176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/bolo-de-gengibre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2384488141610871176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2384488141610871176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/bolo-de-gengibre.html' title='Bolo de Gengibre'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePoMHDVvrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Bdxxwro23wY/s72-c/DSC01234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-808563489065250126</id><published>2009-04-13T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:17:31.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Torta de frango com palmito - massa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnwfzekEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5QHkMkw4qek/s1600-h/DSC01250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnwfzekEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5QHkMkw4qek/s320/DSC01250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324354004839206978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massa: uma xícara e um quarto de farinha, um ovo e 6 colheres de manteiga. Deixar descansar na geladeira por meia hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-808563489065250126?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/808563489065250126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/torta-de-frango-com-palmito-massa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/808563489065250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/808563489065250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/torta-de-frango-com-palmito-massa.html' title='Torta de frango com palmito - massa'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnwfzekEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5QHkMkw4qek/s72-c/DSC01250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-3927982328939985608</id><published>2009-04-13T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:31:59.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Torta de frango com palmito - recheio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnEZ5wfJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d-u62TlvQXc/s1600-h/DSC01252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnEZ5wfJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d-u62TlvQXc/s320/DSC01252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324353247340690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palmito, frango desfiado, ervilhas, cenoura, temperos e creme de leite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-3927982328939985608?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/3927982328939985608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/torta-de-frango-com-palmito-recheio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3927982328939985608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3927982328939985608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/torta-de-frango-com-palmito-recheio.html' title='Torta de frango com palmito - recheio'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePnEZ5wfJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d-u62TlvQXc/s72-c/DSC01252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6780810628613280331</id><published>2009-04-13T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:28:34.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pão de Páscoa para presentear vizinhos e amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePmVb7wiZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_VYsvbfHdcM/s1600-h/DSC01257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePmVb7wiZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_VYsvbfHdcM/s320/DSC01257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324352440432101778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos pães de Páscoa, feitos para presentear amigos e vizinhos, levam o trigo que simboliza o Cristo-Sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-6780810628613280331?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6780810628613280331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pao-de-pascoa-para-presentear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6780810628613280331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6780810628613280331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pao-de-pascoa-para-presentear.html' title='O Pão de Páscoa para presentear vizinhos e amigos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePmVb7wiZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_VYsvbfHdcM/s72-c/DSC01257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7512596996738206921</id><published>2009-04-13T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:23:48.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ceia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePlVKeIn_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bu3DglwoRc0/s1600-h/DSC01261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePlVKeIn_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bu3DglwoRc0/s320/DSC01261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324351336232820722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As velas do Advento ainda iluminam a ceia da Páscoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-7512596996738206921?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7512596996738206921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ceia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7512596996738206921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7512596996738206921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ceia.html' title='A Ceia'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SePlVKeIn_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bu3DglwoRc0/s72-c/DSC01261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-1850788718788716755</id><published>2009-04-11T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:01:52.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ritmo da Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeDbBlT-ViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DItuMmZ5mcI/s1600-h/4+de+abril+(67).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeDbBlT-ViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DItuMmZ5mcI/s320/4+de+abril+(67).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323495579794167330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lagarta coloca seus ovos em uma folha, é o início do processo misterioso que ocorre a partir da quarta-feira de Cinzas e se segue por toda a quaresma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a lagarta, a trama da vida que faz seu casulo, onde deverá esperar até o grande momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Lagarta&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imóvel sobre uma folha, a lagarta olhou em torno e viu todos os insetos em contínua movimentação &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– alguns cantando, outros saltando, outros ainda correndo ou voando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre criatura, era a única que não tinha voz e que não sabia nem correr nem voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com grande esforço começou a mover-se, &lt;br /&gt;mas tão lentamente que quando passou de uma folha para outra sentiu-se como se tivesse dado a volta ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto não tinha inveja de ninguém. Sabia que era uma lagarta e que as lagartas precisam aprender a tecer finos fios, com grande habilidade, até construirem uma casinha para si mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então pôs-se a trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro em breve a lagarta estava envolvida&lt;br /&gt;num macio casulo de seda, separada de todo o resto do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— E agora? Pensou ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Agora espere, respondeu uma voz – &lt;br /&gt;Tenha um pouco mais de paciência e você verá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou o momento a lagarta acordou, e não era mais uma lagarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu do casulo com duas lindas asas, brilhantes e coloridas, &lt;br /&gt;e imediatamente voou bem alto no céu".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1850788718788716755?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1850788718788716755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ritmo-da-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1850788718788716755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/1850788718788716755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-ritmo-da-pascoa.html' title='O ritmo da Páscoa'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SeDbBlT-ViI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DItuMmZ5mcI/s72-c/4+de+abril+(67).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-4124574322828074612</id><published>2009-02-26T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:28:29.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário de Tobias</title><content type='html'>Nessa época de águas, um teatro que acho bastante interessante é o Aniversário de Tobias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptado por mim do Livro de Tobias do Antigo Testamento, a peça conta o dia em que o cachorro e o peixe se encontraram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma linda história, onde o anjo Rafael ensina o jovem Tobias a pescar e a preparar remédios com as víceras do peixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai uma deixa da peça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black;"&gt;O aniversário de Tobias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;(Baseado no Livro de Tobias do Antigo Testamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Apresentador:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;“Hoje vamos contar a história do dia em que o cachorro e o peixe se encontraram para uma viagem.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;(Entram o peixe e o cachorro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Cachorro:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;-- &lt;b style=""&gt;Bom dia, amigo Peixe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Peixe:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;-- &lt;b style=""&gt;Bom dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Cachorro:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;-- &lt;b style=""&gt;Você sabia que esta não é a primeira vez que um cachorro e um peixe se encontram?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Peixe:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;-- &lt;b style=""&gt;Não??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Cachorro:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;--&lt;b style=""&gt; Vou contar uma história:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"Há muitos e muitos anos atrás, um homem muito bom vivia de ajudar os outros. Trabalhava sem descanso, até o dia em que ficou cego. Preocupado com o sustento da família, pediu ao seu filho Tobias que fosse até uma instante cidade pegar um dinheiro que havia emprestado ao tio há muito tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;(Cachorro e Peixe saem de cena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Estilo1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Entram Tobias e o Pai.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser uma cópia é só entrar em contato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em casa, é nesse dia que começamos a enfeitar a casa para o Natal e a preencher o calendário da época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse calendário é muito simples e pode ser feito junto com as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana que vem, começo a dar as dicas da época e a acompanhá-la através das semanas até o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-1780238474089915886?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1780238474089915886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/11/vem-chegando-o-advento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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se fazer com crianças a partir dos 10 anos, mas nem todas as técnicas são para os pequenos.Dos mais simples aos mais complexos, as técnicas permitem o desenvolvimento da ordem, da habilidade manual e o exercício da vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, depois de bonecos e cenários prontos, é preciso organizar a encenação, cada técnica requer uma manipulação diferente e deve também respeitar as faixas etárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa oficina, realizada no Curso de Extensão em Pedagogia da Arte, no Centro Universitário, Unis-MG, em Três Pontas, foram confeccionadas várias técnicas, simultaneamente, um desafio e uma alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A finalização dos bonecos e a produção dos cenários acontece no dia 22 de novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas fotos temos as técnicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abayomi – boneco africano&lt;br /&gt;Marionete de fio&lt;br /&gt;Teatro de mesa com braços&lt;br /&gt;Teatro de mesa sem braços&lt;br /&gt;Teatro de sombras&lt;br /&gt;Boneco de espuma&lt;br /&gt;Dedoches&lt;br /&gt;Boneco de vara&lt;br /&gt;Marionete de luva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja as fotos:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-3988907823455283826?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/3988907823455283826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/11/oficina-de-bonecos-de-teatro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3988907823455283826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/3988907823455283826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SRd4Hlrl2rI/AAAAAAAAAG0/whWQlZD5SeY/s72-c/EPA+aula+8+nov+(66).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6394308152894387252</id><published>2008-11-09T21:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:52:01.571-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266809394274093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SRd3PUVlyXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wdnr4-4ulzo/s320/EPA+aula+8+nov+(89).JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SRd2ITF2cwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N2RWjuGuEeo/s320/EPA+aula+8+nov+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2226243192657711645?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2226243192657711645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/11/oficina-dos-teatros-de-bonecos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2226243192657711645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SQ5ChLkylqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gFum2a4d7jo/s1600-h/Novembro2+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264218152252905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SQ5ChLkylqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gFum2a4d7jo/s320/Novembro2+(24).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que fazer entre a época de Micael e o início do advento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São poucas semanas que podem ser iluminadas pela Época dos Anjos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se temos pequenos, em fase de alfabetização, os anjos podem trazer as vogais, que soam de dentro para fora, carregando os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se são os grandinhos que estão por perto, os anjos podem trazer dons divinos ou qualidades que nos ajudam a ser pessoas melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em casa, usamos os dois. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No móbile da época, anjos com os gestos das vogais voam coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mesa de centro, o baralhinho dos anjos, usado no &lt;a href="http://www.triom.com.br/paginas/p04-7fr.html"&gt;Jogo da Transformação &lt;/a&gt;e publicados por Sônia Café, nos dois pequenos livros "&lt;a href="https://ssl498.locaweb.com.br/pensamento-cultrix/zoom.asp?cod=85-315-1271-9"&gt;Meditando com os Anjos&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo cedo, retiramos um anjinho que pode servir de insight para nossas ações do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, tiramos o Anjo da Alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma época de muita alegria para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-8370630900851307559?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8370630900851307559/comments/default' 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de bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninaveiga.com.br/"&gt;Nina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-5307691316805405226?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5307691316805405226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/10/livros-mveis_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5307691316805405226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/5307691316805405226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SQUN2aFf5dI/AAAAAAAAACg/9ScXSnQn40w/s320/aula+do+dia+18+de+out+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-4839713087557342692?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4839713087557342692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/10/livros-mveis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4839713087557342692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SOYLdmv0LLI/AAAAAAAAACY/2QHhxHbArDg/s1600-h/roda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252898618619473074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SOYLdmv0LLI/AAAAAAAAACY/2QHhxHbArDg/s320/roda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá queridos leitores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um ritmo que criei e que gosto muito é o &lt;strong&gt;UM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O poema não é meu, mas não consegui localizar o autor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se alguém souber, pode postar em comentário? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um ritmo ideal para se fazer com os maiorzinhos nessa época de Dia das Crianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até com os adultos é interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem de nós não precisa reascender a lembrança da criança interna nesses tempos tão duros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que todos tenham um momento feliz com suas crianças, nesse dia 12 de outubro, e que consigam dar um toque especial ao evento que ajude a contrabalançar o apelo forte do consumo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até a próxima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gesto inicial – Mãos cruzadas no peito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - "Um"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crianças em círculo bem fechado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 - "Eu vou abrir um espaço"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(três passos atrás)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - "Pras coisas miúdas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gesto de mãos em concha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - "Pras penas das aves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(gesto de bater de asas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - "Pras folhas das plantas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gesto da letra "A")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 - "Pras árvores crianças"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(gesto de árvore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 - "E pras crianças"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(dar um giro sobre si, saltitando)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 - "Eu vou abrir um espaço bem grande"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(roda abre de mãos dadas até quase soltar as mãos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 - "Dentro de mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(soltar as mãos e colocá-las no peito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 - "Espaço de braços abertos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(abrir os braços lateralmente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 -"Pras coisas pequenas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fechando os braços até quase juntar as mãos como que agasalhando uma coisa miúda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 - "Pros corações apertados"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( mãos no coração)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 - "Eu vou reconhecer todo o ser"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(descendo as mãos da cabeça aos pés)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 - "Eu vou abri um espaço bem grande"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Abrir bem a roda, dois passos para trás, sem mãos dadas e sem perder a forma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 - "Dentro de mim"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pular e abrir pernas e braços)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 - "Pra caber um grande sonho"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rodar com os braços abertos e para o alto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 – Silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Virar para o centro da roda, fechar com as mãos cruzadas no peito) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-309365114485253884?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/309365114485253884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-das-crianas-em-ritmo-saudvel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/309365114485253884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/309365114485253884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-das-crianas-em-ritmo-saudvel.html' title='Dia das Crianças em ritmo saudável'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SOYLdmv0LLI/AAAAAAAAACY/2QHhxHbArDg/s72-c/roda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-7076203718148108034</id><published>2008-09-27T15:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:02:15.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana de Micael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SN6DJbaKj1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVTm_KoDtMs/s1600-h/eramicael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250778413560139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SN6DJbaKj1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVTm_KoDtMs/s320/eramicael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o Dia das Crianças ainda podemos comemorar Micael com as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho algumas sugestões, quem quiser a peça que escrevi, pode me mandar um e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Faleconosco@ninaveiga.com.br"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faleconosco@ninaveiga.com.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enviarei com o maior prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestão de roteiro para a festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa toda poderia ser pensada em sistema de circuito, pois assim, poderíamos utilizar todo o espaço, sem ficar muito cansativo para os pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teríamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) O caracol&lt;br /&gt;2) O teatro&lt;br /&gt;3) A gincana&lt;br /&gt;4) O desafio&lt;br /&gt;5) O lanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) O caracol poderia ser montado em um espaço aberto com pedras, flores e outros elementos da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também devemos ter cestas com elementos diversos para representarem as ações boas e não tão boas realizadas pelas crianças durante o ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro, a balança, São Micael (um adulto) e um ou dois ajudantes com os colares de virtudes, coroa de flores ou pedras preciosas que serão dadas às crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criança entra no caracol levando suas ações boas e não tão boas em duas cestinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue até o centro, enquanto se canta um hino para Micael (pode ser o adaptado da música “Um caracol vamos fazer”, CD Raízes, ou outro, Nós cantamos no ritmo de "Um caracol": São Micael vença o dragão e traga alegria/amor/paz/etc. no meu coração).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No centro, a criança pesa suas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micael abençoa com a espada e dá a virtude em forma de colar (também é possível dar uma pedra preciosa para que seja a pedra da coragem da criança ou uma coroa de flores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criança sai do caracol, todos cantam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) O teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teatro é sempre melhor se encenado por adultos, de preferência que tenha música acústica ao vivo (uma flauta ou violão ou kantele, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peça “Micael e o Dragão” (solicitar por e-mail) ou outra do mesmo tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bonecos podem ser panos amarrados e/ou marionetes de fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre bom ter alguns efeitos sonoros e também um instrumento no início e no final da apresentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A gincana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma sugestão interessante para a festa de Micael é uma gincana. Pode ser caça ao tesouro ou equivalente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria feito com os maiores, talvez a partir dos 8 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada faixa etária poderia ter seu próprio tesouro para encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De preferência algo precioso e relacionado com Micael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser um tesouro que ficasse “protegendo” a casa da criança durante todo o ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grau de dificuldade de cada busca estaria relacionado às idades das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) O desafio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desafio poderia estar integrado à caça ao tesouro. São pequenas estações de dificuldades variadas, distribuídas pelo espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo: bancos ou cadeiras afastadas umas das outras (devem der bem seguras) onde a criança deve passar para chegar até determinado local onde tem outra pista do tesouro. Cordas para subir ou balançar para atingir nova meta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a maturidade de cada criança, os desafios são mais ou menos difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lanche coletivo e festivo pode ser preparado em comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para os pequenos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os pequenos, o teatro talvez devesse ser um conto mais simples, especialmente para os menores de 3 anos, apenas um verso com pequenos bonecos de dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, ficariam brincando livres, enquanto a festa acontece com os maiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho aconselhável que entrem no caracol, se quiserem, um adulto de confiança da criança deve acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como atividade de festa, eles devem cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais, apenas comer e brincar livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis as minhas sugestões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-7076203718148108034?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7076203718148108034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/semana-de-micael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7076203718148108034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/7076203718148108034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/semana-de-micael.html' title='Semana de Micael'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SN6DJbaKj1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVTm_KoDtMs/s72-c/eramicael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-4237397085142907306</id><published>2008-09-07T09:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:57:05.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera e Micael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMPMqyZN_1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mDeCAJMXd5A/s1600-h/kaartmvz-primula-groot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243259426643509074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMPMqyZN_1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mDeCAJMXd5A/s320/kaartmvz-primula-groot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está chegando o tempo das flores e da coragem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha proposta para essa época é começar com as flores e ir introduzindo Micael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que começa a esquentar, as flores começam a aparecer, ainda mescladas com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, o vento vai serenando e a brisa morna da primavera se instala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na nossa região, Sul de Minas Gerais, a brisa morna, muitas vezes, é um ar quente e seco da nossa pior época de estiagem, por isso, sempre devemos chamar a atenção para a necessidade de hidratação das pessoas, animais e plantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas flores, podem flutuar em bonitos aquários cheios d'água, pois isso ajuda a umidificar o ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma peça especialmente escrita para essa época, de primavera seca, requer atores, de preferência do Ensino Médio ou adultos, música ao vivo, e cenário. Foi concebida para ser apresentada em palco, mas pode ser improvisada em tablado ou na rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chama-se: &lt;strong&gt;Uma Tarde no Jardim&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem quiser receber uma cópia, pode me mandar um recado pelo e-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:faleconosco@ninaveiga.com.br"&gt;faleconosco@ninaveiga.com.br&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A peça é grande e um pouco complexa para ser postada no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na próxima postagem vamos falar de Micael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até lá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-4237397085142907306?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4237397085142907306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/primavera-e-micael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4237397085142907306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/4237397085142907306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/09/primavera-e-micael.html' title='Primavera e Micael'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMPMqyZN_1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mDeCAJMXd5A/s72-c/kaartmvz-primula-groot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-6597707365641408840</id><published>2008-08-24T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:11:18.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Época dos Ventos</title><content type='html'>Soltar pipas, construir baragandans, cataventos, objetos voadores. Vivenciar o vento e as possibilidades de renovação que ele nos traz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a alma da época dos ventos. A última fase do inverno. Para quem vive no sudeste, época de tempo seco e céu sem núvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vento frio, vento da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Vento que leva a mensagem de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Leva todo povo&lt;br /&gt;A paz&lt;br /&gt;sim leva...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa época para brincar os os elementos do folclore nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As escolas tradicionais comemoram o Dia do Folclore, 22 de agosto, um personagem que reúne época dos ventos e folclore é o Saci. Ele mora em um redemoinho de vento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-6597707365641408840?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6597707365641408840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/08/poca-dos-ventos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6597707365641408840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/6597707365641408840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/08/poca-dos-ventos.html' title='Época dos Ventos'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363313253087083034.post-2188209338715735648</id><published>2008-06-23T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:56:22.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os teatros e as épocas do ano.</title><content type='html'>Através do teatro, a criança pode vivenciar concretamente o que acontece na natureza, na vida humana e no plano espiritual em cada época do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, estamos em São João, época ideal para encenar "A menina da Lanterna".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363313253087083034-2188209338715735648?l=ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2188209338715735648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-teatros-e-as-pocas-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2188209338715735648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363313253087083034/posts/default/2188209338715735648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninaveigateatro.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-teatros-e-as-pocas-do-ano.html' title='Os teatros e as épocas do ano.'/><author><name>Nina Veiga Atelier Social</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oje5JY2fXY4/SMfDx616XEI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTKMjBtt5sk/S220/folder+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
